Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 15:44:26 -0600 From: DoppelGenger Subject: The Growth of Max and Cole >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Disclaimer : Usual disclaimers apply. If this isn't legal in your country...fuck it, nobody takes these disclaimers seriously anyway. It's your eyes, read what you want with them. Fags unite! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is the first story of this kind I've written for some time, so excuse it if something seems...off. Thanks ~DoppelGenger >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The warm, cheerful summer sun beat down resplendently upon the gray sidewalk as the two young boys strolled along, a Pepsi in each of their hands. To anyone who would have taken even a glance at the two, they would have instantly noticed that they were the type of friends who were inseparably close. Without even knowing them, one could assume that they were two average, home grown boys who lived in a small community of a few thousand, the type who got decent grades in school, didn't hang out with a bad crowd, or get into any real trouble. Truth be told, they had each done the normal teenage things, like trying cigarettes and drinking, yet neither of them pursued such topics with much interest. They were 3 months apart in age, but the split came between November and January, which meant that technically, one of them was 14, and one was 13. The younger boy's name was Max, and he had a cute, narrow face free of any blemishes. His fair skin didn't burn easily, or tan easily, so he had no need to wear any hat in the summer, which was just as well since he had a beautiful head of short blonde hair. His eyes were a greenish color, and he had long, dark eyelashes that made both his eyes look deep and mysterious. His best friend, Cole, had the same skin and hair tone, but his hair was a little longer than Max's. Cole was slightly taller, too, and had the bragging rights to penis size as well, but only by a half inch. In all, they were good friends, and such was an understatement at times. They were constantly around each other, whether they were in school or walking to McDonalds to get a pop and some fries. Their parents had even become family friends through them, and everyone in their junior high school, older or younger, knew them to be such good buddies. As they walked down the sidewalk they joked and goofed around, telling dirty jokes and just being boys. "Hey Max," Cole said as they stopped to wait for cars to pass so they cross the street, "what are you doing this Friday?" "Nothing that I know of," Max answered, "why?" "We should chill then." Cole replied. "No problem, I'll ride your bus home after school on Friday" Max finished. And so the week went by, and in three days Friday had arrived as quickly as Cole's bus had arrived at his house. The boys got off the bust, coughing as the wind annoyingly blew dust and gravel into their faces as the bus kicked it up with the back tires. It was something Cole had always hated about his house, it was large enough and nice enough, but it had a long, narrow, winding gravel driveway attached to a similarly bumpy rode. The driveway, house, and edge of the road was lined with a nice forest of thin Poplar and majestic Oak trees, with birches here and there, along with the occasional immortal Pine. The two often played there when they were younger, and still had a fort out in the middle of the forest, a good mile away from his, or anyone else's, house. They liked it because Cole's parents trusted them enough not to check on them when they were out there, even when they slept out there for a weekend at a time. On this night, the boys went to Cole's room after eating a delicious and filling supper of delivered pizza and milk. They sat on the edge of Cole's huge Queen-sized bed, covered in dark blue sheets and a comforter which matched his walls and ceiling. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" Max asked. "I'm not sure. Maybe we could sleep out in the tree fort?" Cole said as he inquired to the interest of Max on the subject. After agreeing that it would be a fun idea, Cole got the 'O.k.' from his dad, and they packed up all the essentials they would need for the night: chips, pop, sleeping bags, and pillows. They headed out and came to the fort about 10 minutes later, and Max climbed up the ladder, which could be drawn up so no one else could get it, as Cole handed up the supplies. A couple hours later, there they lay, still completely dressed, on top of their sleeping bags, listening to the small cd player Cole's father had bought for him to keep in the fort. At some point in the night, Cole stood up and yawned in boredom. He looked at Max with a look of questioning dissatisfaction in the present situation. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked. Max said, "I don't know...Why don't we just talk or something, with the music in the background." "Sure." Cole ended. He then suggested that they both get ready for bed, since they might get too tired and forget. Max stood up like his friend and both boys began to remove their clothes. Cole began with his shirt, slipping it inside out as he removed it from over his head. Next he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down to his knees before lifting one leg up and pulling from the bottom of his pant leg to pull it off, repeating the step with the other leg until he could toss the blue jeans to the side. There he stood in his black Joe Boxer shorts and his white socks, on top of the dark colored sleeping bag. His young body was illuminated by the bright glow of a kerosene lantern that hung from the ceiling 5 feet above them. At the same time, Max had removed his clothes, but he started with his gray sweatpants, bending over until his fingers nearly touched his toes, pushing his sweatpants down all the way to his ankles before he stepped out of them easily. He then took off his blue t-shirt, tossing it to the pile of clothes the two of them had been building up since they began to undress, and finishing by stretching out the elastic of his white-with-gray-diamond-stripes boxers. Each boy then took off his socks and laid on top of their sleeping bag, enjoying the cool breeze blowing through the two small windows behind and in front of them, which lessened the degree of the summer heat and humidity. For a while they just sat in silence, listening to the cd that was still playing softly in the background. As he lay thinking, strewn out across his sleeping bag on his back, with his hands propped up behind his head, Max couldn't help but look over at his best friend. He ran his eyes from the boys wriggling toes and size seven foot up along his completely hairless legs, legs that matched his own, to his Joe Boxers, stopping his gaze at the fly of the black cloth. He could tell that Cole wasn't exactly hard, but his friends dick still made a small mound in the fabric. He continued to look, moving his eyes up along the smooth, flat stomach until his eyes came to look upon Cole's head, and he almost jumped out of his seat when he realized that Cole was looking right back into his eyes, reflecting his stare with the ocean blue eyes imbedded in his face like two gentle craters. Stuttering as he tried to find an excuse for his staring, Max stumbled out with "S-so, what do you want to talk about?" Being the more outgoing, adventurous of the two, though only with close friends like Max, Cole chuckled a little bit and said, looking away from fort-mate and up towards the ceiling, "Max, how often do you do it?" It was a presumptuous question, but Cole wasn't naive, he knew his friend was as horny as any other normal teenage boy, including himself. "Do what?" Max asked, becoming less nervous as his friend took the initiative. He had a good idea of what Cole was talking about, but he wanted to make sure, just in case he didn't dig himself an early grave and have to go through the embarrassment of talking about one thing, while his friend thought he was talking about another. "You know...Jerk...it." As he was forced to recite the details of his apparently vague question, Cole blushed a bit, an odd event for him. "Umm...Like twice a day, why?" Max answered to his friends question. "I was just curious. I do it twice a day too, once before school and once before I go to sleep." was the extended reasoning Cole gave. A short "Oh..." was all that escaped from Max's mouth, and then silence filled the tree house for about ten minutes. Then, being a bit bolder than usual, Max continued, "So I guess you always miss your nighttime job when we're spending the night at each others houses?" Cole just giggled a bit and said "Naw, I usually just do it while I'm in the bathroom or something, or when I'm taking a shower." Max reflected both the small laughter that came from Cole, as well as the interest as they delved further into the topic. "Well you didn't take a shower tonight, and you weren't gone to the bathroom for a very long time before we came out here either...unless you were trying to set some kind of world record for the fastest orgasm!" he poked. He was met with another laugh from Cole, "I suppose I'll just have to skip it tonight. After all, you'd probably think it was gross if I did it right now." Again, silence filled the small, one room fort. As they talked, Cole had glanced over at Max while he was looking off to the other side. Like his counterpart, he rested his eyes on his friends boxers, quickly noticing the all too apparent hardon his friend was sporting, knowing if he were to look down at himself he would find quite the same situation happening in his own underwear. Cole knew that his dick was bigger, because on an occasion about a month prior, they had been playing truth or dare, and they had ended up making each other answer the 'truth' question of "how big is your dick?" It had been a night of goofing off, with no more conversation about dicks or anything of the sort. For all the time they spent together, Cole and Max never really talked about that sort of thing directly, but it seemed all was to change on that night. After about a half hour of very little conversation, Max cleared his throat and said quietly, "I guess it wouldn't be that gross, we're both boys right? I know how it is to not be able to do it when you want to." he said as he tried to push the topic further, "When I stayed at my cousins house this spring, they didn't have a lock on their bathroom door, and I had to sleep in my cousins room with him." "Are you saying you wouldn't mind if I did it?" Cole asked cautiously, not wanting to freak his friend out, and into thinking he really wanted to do it in front of him...Not that the proposed situation wasn't making the adrenaline rush throughout his teen body. Max thought it over for a moment and replied, "I guess not." After a quiet, "O.k." from Cole, he watched excitedly as his friend sat up and put his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down and sliding them to his ankles. He had a nice patch of dark blonde, nearly brown, pubes resting right above his dick, which had sprung out and slapped his stomach with a sticky snap, precum starting to ooze out of the head of his penis. He looked over at Max, their eye contact meeting for a split second before Max turned away embarrassed. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Max" Cole said reassuringly, "Remember when our health teacher told us that many boys get turned on by sex in general, and that it was ok to be curious at our age?" Without giving an answer out loud, Max just nodded his 'yes.' Cole continued, "Why don't you do it too, that way we both can get off, and it will be less awkward? We've seen each other naked before, so it's nothing I haven't seen before." he finished. Max gave a friendly grimace and began to mimic his friend, sliding his white and gray boxers down until he could kick them off and away, at the end of his sleeping bag. They gave each other one last look of reassurance and went at it. They both used the same, normal technique that every boy discovers at some point in their life. They wrapped their fists around their hard dicks, Max coming in at five and a half inches, Cole at a good six, and started to stroke up and down. There was a major difference, however, in that Max was circumcised, while Cole was not. Before they found out they were pregnant, Cole's parents had smoked enough pot to make up for not having done so in their youth, which led them to believe it would be more natural and meaningful for Cole to keep his foreskin. For about seven of eight minutes they sat there, legs spread out to the sides, one arm using it's elbow to prop them up while their other arm's hand stroked furiously, every once in a while their loose balls slapping against their inner most parts of their legs. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Cole stopped and got up, walking to the pile of clothes from earlier in the night. He picked up two of the socks laying on top, both his, and tossed one to Max. He sat back down and started to jerk himself again. After another minute or two, he put the sock over his dick and let himself fire four or five shots into the sock, letting the cloth absorb it all. Max did the same thing, but only after having quickly learned the clean up technique by watching Cole, and then laid back, the sock still covering his dick as it softened. They laid down for quite a while, then finally Cole slid the slimy sock off of his penis and tossed it towards their clothes. "Thanks for the sock." Max said with a giggle and a wink, tossing the sock towards the pile of clothes as well. He reached with his foot and grabbed his boxers, sliding them back on with his hand then rolled onto his side, facing Cole. He watched with a keen sense of curiosity as Cole pulled his black Joe Boxers up from his ankles, never having taken them off fully, the 14 year old also turning on his side to face his friend. "No problem." Cole winked back. "I guess from now on I might not have to stay in the bathroom or shower for such a long time!" he added cheerfully. "Yeah...You don't think this was weird, do you?" Max questioned. "Of course not. Like you said, we're both boys, we both have the same equipment...Even though mine is a great big pole, and yours is just a tiny little stub!" he playfully insulted as he justified their little event at the same time. After a few more laughs, the two boys fell asleep almost simultaneously. They had been worn out from all the vigorous excitement of the night, and coming down from the rush of doing something so taboo together only made them tired all the more. Each lay slept through the night, and in the morning it was Max who awoke first, always having been an early riser. He thought over the previous night. Was it wrong? Or worse, was it too 'gay' for them to have done? At such an age he, and all other boys too for that matter, was well aware of the boundaries of human sexuality, and he knew that especially for people around his age it wasn't considered normal or even right for boys to do such things together, at least not by their peers. The matters quickly fell from his mind, however, as he drifted back into sleep, forcing himself into the slumber because he knew his friend wouldn't be up for at least another 2 hours. Before he fell asleep, however, Max couldn't help but look over to Cole, who still lay on his side, facing him. After staring at Cole's perfect, absolutely beautiful face and upper body, Max let his silent gawking fall to the Joe Boxers shrouding the boy dick he knew lay underneath, just waiting for the next opportunity to jack off with his very best friend a second time. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> There's the first chapter. Pretty decent, I'd say, considering that I wrote it all fucked up on some Downers. In any case, motivation is motivation, and I suppose it's worth mentioning the roots of the actual inspiration for this story, which I plan to continue for as long as my mind can produce new situations, or similar ones in some cases ;). The main characters of the story, Max and Cole, come from 2 boys of the same descriptions whom I saw at a McDonalds the other day. They were absolutely gorgeous, the type of boy that makes you want to just go over to and start hugging. Unfortunately I was with my grandparents, and didn't take the chance to have too many long period gazes thrown their way. Also, Cole is a person whom I have a very deep longing for, both in lust and heart. Unfortunately, I cannot have him, for even though he knows I like him, he's A) not gay or bi as far as anyone knows, and B) he's extremely shy, so even if he was he wouldn't tell anybody...ever. In any case, I'm basing the Cole character slightly on him, pretty much his personality with one of the boy's from McDonald's looks. Lastly, I'd like to ask for everyone's help in re-naming this story. "The Growth of Max and Cole" doesn't really satisfy me, but it's all I could come up with. Please send your suggestions to the same email address, preferably attached to your comment ;) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>