Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 16:29:00 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jerry meets Lightening - chptr 2

This story is a memory from my past, embellished a little, but fun to
recall!  It's a story of sexual interaction between two teen boys.  If this
type of material offends you, please do not read.  However, if you enjoy
these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy!

Chapter 2

Lightning Strikes Again

Our next day at school, I had reason to believe Jerry was having second
thoughts about us. He seemed to be avoiding me. The only time we talked was
at track practice. Even then, it was brief and a little chilly.

This went on for several days. I understood that Jerry wanted to avoid any
open display that might embarrass him. I wanted to tell him I would never
do that to him, but whenever I tried to talk to him, he found some way to
hurry off. Since I was afraid I was not going to like what he had to say, I
chose to back off. Even though I was now a popular school jock, I found
myself pouting over Jerry.

Finally, it was Friday. School had really dragged. All I had seen of Jerry
was brief glimpses. He was always with some one else. After classes were
over, I headed for track practice with Larry and Seth. On the field, Jerry
walked over cheerfully, but turned to Larry and talked about the track
team.

Feeling hurt and worried, I wandered over to some other guys and then
started practicing the hundred. My heart wasn't really in it though. Coach
warned me my timing was way off, and asked if I felt all right.

Jerry called me to practice the 440 relay with them. He smiled as if to let
me know he wasn't angry. He was still the team captain, so we would have to
talk to each other. Still, the smile made me feel better.

After practice, Jerry cornered me as we headed into the dressing room. He
had already showered with others. I braced myself for the worst. This was
it. Jerry was going to tell me it was over.  But, he had that angelic smile
as he looked into my eyes. At least, he was going to let me down easy. I
tried to look as if nothing was wrong and continued to dress.

"If you can go fishing with me tomorrow, we could ask our parents if you
could stay at my place tonight so we can leave early in the morning. Dad
has already said I could use the runabout this weekend. Do you like
fishing?"

"I like fishing, but I need to check with dad." I responded, trying not to
look as happy as I felt. It wasn't easy. I'm not sure who was smiling
more. Probably me.

Jerry wasn't upset about our night together - not if he was willing to go
out on a boat with me. In fact, he was asking me to go. The world was
cheerful again.

My parents insisted Jerry would have dinner at my house. I didn't feel very
comfortable with that. My mother knew me well enough to pick up on any
unusual behavior. How could I hide my feelings for Jerry? How do you tell
your parents you are crazy about the jock that runs the track team?

Boy, was I glad to hear them say they would drive us to Jerry's house. We
could have biked it in ten minutes, but they wanted to chat with Jerry's
parents again. When they finally left, Jerry and I were able to escape to
the privacy of his room once more.

Jerry explained to me that he had had some pretty intense fears about
becoming gay. That was why he had tried to stay away from me.

"I understand.' I responded. "Do you still want to just be friends?"

"I think I'll take my chances." he giggled. "I didn't say I don't like
getting a blow job. I just don't want you to think I'm falling for a guy. I
like you, but I'm not into sucking dicks. Can I trust you to keep it a
secret that you like sucking me?"

"You mean I can't tell all the girls how great your dick tastes, or why I
love everything about you?"

"Not unless you want me to tell all the guys how good your mouth feels on
my dick!" he warned, smiling.

Even as we talked, we slowly undressed to our briefs. For a long time, both
of us lay next to each other on the bed pretending to watch TV, but taking
sneak peeks at each other.

"The regionals are next week. With you, we got a really good chance of
winning the hundred. I think I can take the two-twenty. Seth and Larry both
claim they can win the mile. We can also take the relay. If we lose, it
will be in the field events. Want to make a bet on who's gonna win what?"
Jerry was just trying to stall for time. He knew I was ready to pounce upon
his boner. I could see it pushing out.

"I may not last long enough to compete if you don't feed me soon. Let me
get these briefs out of the way so I can see all of the tube steak my body
needs to keep up it's strength. If I lose the regional, I have to blow you
every day for a week. If you lose the two-twenty, you have to let me have
your body to love for a week." I teased as I slid out of my own briefs, and
went down on his lollipop. I didn't really expect Jerry to take the bet. I
was more interested in getting at his dick once again. I was already busy
working it over in an instant.

Jerry was unusually silent for a long time. Finally, I heard a very low
"Deal".

I paused. "You're kidding. You don't really have to do that Jerry. I
couldn't hold you to a bet like that."

"Why? You think I'm going to lose the two-twenty? ...Not a chance! I'm a
winner. Just keep your bet if you lose the hundred." Jerry laughed it
off. We both soon drifted off.

The week passed quickly. The track team practiced every day. After all,
it's not often you get a chance to compete in the regionals. All of us were
confident. Track teams are a lot like swim teams, very egotistical, and
very much loners.  Every runner, jumper, discus, shot-put guy likes to
think he is the best.  He's the one that going to compete in the Olympics
someday. Langston was on a winning streak. Egos were very high.

The day of the regional meet was cloudy and a little cool. The events
started on time, but the track was damp. Still, it was good weather for
track events. I like it when the temp is cool enough that you don't
perspire.

I felt great. Although I knew the competition would be fierce, I was up to
it. The hundred was the first track event. I was really amazed at how
easily I won the first heat - then the final heat. No new records. Just a
win! I could live with that. Jerry was there to cheer me on. The world was
great.

Coach was teasing, "What? No record! No cigar!"

I followed Jerry to the two-twenty. The bet was all but forgotten. Jerry
was good. Really good! The two-twenty was his. I stood with Larry and Seth
watching as Jerry sprinted out of the start in the lead. Then the
unexpected; as Jerry rounded the first turn on the track, he slipped. His
foot broke stride.

He fought desperately to regain his pace. We watched in shock as several
guys passed him. Jerry would have to really press to regain the lead. We
cheered him on. He would need all his strength. Time is everything. The
two-twenty is short to a runner. Jerry gave it his best shot. He overtook a
couple of them coming in second. His expression said it all.

Coach grabbed him first, hugged him, and rushed him aside. I waited for
Jerry to come to me. I wanted to rush to him, but I knew better. Jerry
didn't want to break down in front of the team. He would need a moment to
compose, and to get his breath. Second place is good. It's just not
first. Olympic runners are first place winners. Jerry's dream world had
just taken a severe blow.

After a few minutes, Jerry came back to face his friends. The whole team
tried to cheer him up. He smiled, but it wasn't convincing. Then he did two
things that surprised me.

First, he walked up to me in front of Seth and Larry and whispered "Guess
I'm yours for a week."

I knew they had heard it. Then he laid an arm across my shoulder and we
walked away from the others as Jerry broke into tears. He couldn't talk. He
just sobbed.

"You forget Jerry. I didn't take that bet. Even if I did try to collect it
now, Seth and Larry would kill me. They heard you. I better make up
something to explain." I just hugged him to me, and smiled. "You're still
the most gorgeous guy in the world. Do they give out trophies for that?"

"Now cut that out." he choked. "What if Coach or someone hears you. They'll
think you're a fag. You're not. Anyway, I don't care. You're my fag."

"Well, clean up the tears, gorgeous guy who don't like fags. Your parents
are coming to make you feel better."

Later, Jerry joined Seth, Larry, and me to win the relay. It was expected,
but Jerry felt better with a win. All of us went out to celebrate. No one
mentioned that Jerry would not be competing in the state meet in the
two-twenty, but all of us knew he was out. His disappointment was silent,
but evident. I wanted so much to hold him all night. I knew his pillow
would be wet tonight.

"I'm going to keep the bet. I made a deal. I don't wimp out. Besides,
you're my private fag...and you said you love me...and I love the way you
love me. Does that make me gay? Right now, I don't care. How soon can you
get over here?" Jerry wanted to see me. He called the next day.

"Be there in ten minutes, Jerry." I came back.

He was already outside on his bike when I pulled up on mine. We rode
... and rode ... and rode. Finally, we wound up at my place. Jerry joined
us for dinner. He also got permission to spend the night. After the usual
-dinner and TV - we headed upstairs for a shower and bed.

As usual, we undressed together, but this time we undressed each other.
I'm not sure whose idea that was, but neither of us seemed to mind. Both of
us liked it. I could tell by the boners waiting to be caressed...and, of
course, they were.

Once we made it to the shower, we washed each other as well.

Jerry had said he wanted to keep the bet, but he was going further than
that. He was not just allowing me to have his body; he was sharing. This
wasn't the same Jerry. Of course, I was aware his feelings were hurt by his
track loss, but he was committing himself. Could he be using the bet as a
way to open up to me?  Or was his curiosity about sex getting the best of
him? Maybe both.

Gaydar told me this was the time to make my move. I quickly took over. I
washed and rinsed his chest and stomach. Then I moved down to his beautiful
stiff staff. After rinsing it, I slowly knelt down in front of him to enjoy
slurping on it. The four-inch rod pointed almost straight up. His balls
were dropping, but still had some growing to do. There were a few strands
of light curly hairs showing. Jerry had told me he played with his dick
often. He knew he would soon be shooting.

He was very relaxed with the idea that I loved playing with his dick and
his balls. He did too. But I also liked sucking on them. That was new and
felt great. He was totally into my sucking and probing.

Maybe that's why he didn't seem to notice it that much when I slid a soapy
finger in between his round beefy buns. The finger slid over his rosebud a
couple of times before pausing there to push its way inside.

Jerry flinched a little, but didn't stop it from entering. His attention
was on the feelings he was getting from my mouth and tongue sucking on his
dick. He flinched a few times when my finger probed around inside him. Then
he opened his legs a little to let it in further. I had found that spot
that felt so good and made him want more.

Jerry gave me a puzzled look. He had no idea why I had slid a finger inside
him, but it was feeling good and it made him hump his dick deep inside my
mouth at times, so he went along with it. He began swaying back and forth
as the finger slid in and out. Suddenly, he got that tingling feeling that
felt so good. It was coming on fast. It was also a lot more intense than it
had ever been.

Lightning had struck again. His spine cringed. His feet curled, then
stretched until he was standing on his toes. His waist lunged forward,
pushing his electrified dick spastically in and out of my mouth. He held
onto my head to keep from losing his hold on it.

He could feel the throbs as his balls tried desperately to shoot the load
of cum that wasn't there. Not yet. Jerry was having the most intense orgasm
of his life. His moans gave away his feeling of ecstasy. When it was over,
his body sank slowly in exhaustion. I quickly stood up to catch him as he
slumped into my arms.

"OH MAN...STARS!!!!" Jerry blurted out.

"Shush! You want to tell everyone you just got finger-fucked?" I teased.

Still dazed, he didn't answer. I rinsed him off, and quickly helped him
walk to my room with a towel wrapped around him. Removing the towel, I slid
him onto the bed.

"You can do that anytime." Jerry whispered, still coming down from his
terrific high.

"Do what, Jerry?" I teased.

"That finger thing you did."

Sliding into bed beside him, I explained there was something "up there'
that did that when you touched it. I had no idea what or why. The prostate
was something I hadn't found out about yet. I did know that some guys liked
sticking things up their butt. I wasn't one of them.

Not willing to doze off just yet, Jerry began playing with my hard on like
he usually does when he is going to reward me by jerking me off. He had
claimed he liked to watch it shoot off. This time, he paused to look at me,
then back at my stiff.

Without explaining, he slid his head down until he could lay it on my
stomach. Taking my shaft, he slid it along his lips. Curiosity, I
thought. It was a start. He did it again. About the third time, he stopped
at the head. Cautiously, his tongue touched it.

He paused. My heart sank. Maybe he didn't like the taste. Maybe he had
second thoughts about licking on a dick. Maybe he will just let me do him?

Then, his lips opened again. This time, he slid down on the head and just
held it. Then he began to lick on it. Slowly, he took in a little more. Not
much. Still, to me, it was heaven. My lover was starting to suck on his
first dick - mine.

His teeth did a number on it, but I didn't complain. He was trying to do it
for me. I had to hold back from pumping it to him. I wanted to. He was just
getting into it when I warned him I was about to shoot. Quickly, he backed
off.  He wasn't ready for that. He finished me off by hand.

"It wasn't so bad. It didn't taste great, but it didn't taste bad
either. Does it feel as good to you as it does for me?" Jerry was still not
sure about sucking dicks, but felt blowing me was fair.

"Anything you do for me is good, but don't do it if you don't like to. I'll
still do it for you anyway. Yours tastes like cherry candy." I teased.

"LIAR!!! He giggled. "It tastes like strawberry."

With that, we both called it a night.

The next night we spent at Jerry's house. After dinner, we goofed off a lot
watching TV in Jerry's room.

His sister, Sandy, a year younger than Jerry and really cute, joined
us. Jerry considered her a pest, but they got along great. Sandy also liked
track. She was already very good at the hundred and loved tennis. It
showed. She and I got along pretty good.

Of course, I didn't think of girls as a sex partner. I liked them as
friends, but knew I was attracted to boys. Sandy had no way of knowing
that. Besides, I was two years older than her. We weren't even in the same
school yet. (She would be in middle school next year. She was still
twelve.)

Sandy had also grown used to seeing me around the house, and in Jerry's
room. Since hers was next door, and she shared a bathroom with Jerry, it
wasn't unusual to see her dressed for bed or in partial dress.

Jerry paid it no mind, so I tried to look the other way when she appeared
in a training bra and white cotton panties at times. Besides, I had several
younger sisters that wore similar things at home.

Tonight though, Sandy was watching TV with us wearing a bikini outfit. She
had only just started showing some growth and her boobs were very small
with growing bulbs. Her panties were nylon, and covered only the
organs. Even Jerry looked up at her with raised eyebrows, but he didn't
want to embarrass her so he kept quiet.

Things went all right until Jerry and I got into a wrestling match on the
shag carpet. We were both in briefs, so Sandy didn't think twice about
joining in the fun. She jumped in, pulling me off her brother and rolling
me onto my back as she plopped down on my stomach.

Jerry lay beside us showing a very distinct bulge inside those cotton
briefs.

I noticed it instantly, and I'm sure Sandy did too. Jerry quickly rolled
onto his stomach.

I had problems of my own. Sandy started tickling me. Do you know what that
does to a teen? Sandy knew. Something was poking her in the butt when she
moved back. She smiled at me, but ignored it and kept up the
tickling. During the wrestling, she lost her bra. Even then, she didn't
stop. Not until I wound up sitting on her tiny waist holding her hands
pinned to the floor. I was staring directly at her exposed tit-lets. Her
face turned a flush red. So did mine.

"No fair. You can't use those to win a wrestling match. I win, but I lose."
I tried to humor her.

That broke up the wrestling. Sandy laughed it off. Jerry suggested her
training bra might be better for wrestling, but agreed with me that
wrestling is a guy's game.

Even though Sandy retrieved the bra, she couldn't get it back on. The clasp
had been bent. She handed it to Jerry to fix. Then she sat down between us
to wait.

She even sneaked a peek at the hard on she had been rubbing against. Even
though it was covered, it was still rock hard. I just blushed.

Jerry got up to find something to repair the clasp. No sooner had he moved
than Sandy pulled open her panties to show me a little fuzz around her
prize. I guess it was impulse. I did the same. She got a good glimpse, and
smiled. That was it. Jerry came back and we watched TV a little longer
before Jerry shooed her off to bed.

"She likes you a lot. Mom told her you are like an adopted brother cause we
are best friends," was the only thing Jerry said about his sister.

Then he lay down on the bed and slid out of the briefs. It took me ten
seconds to do likewise. Both of us were hard and horny. Jerry was a lot
more at ease with me.

When I moved into a sixty-nine position, he wasted no time going down on
it. Neither did I. Sandy had both of us so horny we couldn't wait to get
started.

Jerry still had problems learning to use his tongue instead of his teeth,
but he was getting better. He did try harder to take in the whole thing,
and finally managed to let it slide into his throat. After working it over
good, he decided to check out the balls.

"Do the finger thing." Jerry whispered.

Using some baby oil I had brought with me, I greased up and easily slid my
finger inside him. As I did, I made sure to grease up the entrance as well.
The finger did the rest. Jerry wiggled and squirmed as it did a job on his
rosebud.

Jerry loved it. He cooed and moaned, often pushing back to get more. He
also allowed me to pump in and out of his mouth while he sucked me and I
sucked him.

When he climaxed, it once again left him limp and relaxed. He backed off.
That left me horny and still anxious to get off. He rolled over like he was
dozing off.

Something told me he was ready. It was probably my need to screw something
- anything. I eased him over on his side. He didn't resist. Then I eased my
five-inch shaft along his valley until it had found his rosebud.

"Just go slow. Stop if I say." Jerry whispered.

He did jump when I pushed to get in. I paused, and told him to push back
when I did it again. He did. As I pushed a little harder, he also pushed
back. The head popped inside. He groaned, but didn't try to back off. After
a minute, I eased in another couple of inches. I also reached for his dick
to keep his mind off his butt. Soon, I was pushing my fuzz against those
sweet buns.

Starting off with short easy strokes, I slowly built up to long passionate
strokes. Jerry's groans turned to coos. He was pushing back to get more. I
was building up way to fast to suit me, but I had just taken his cherry. I
was inside my lover. That's where I wanted to be.

When he climaxed again, that did it. I rammed it deep and held him close
and tight as my load emptied out up his butt.

"Lightning strikes again." I whispered in his ear. "You were great. You
really like it, don't you?"

Jerry answered by pushing back to hold me in. He wiggled his butt to see if
I was still hard. I was. We curled up to rest a minute while I came down
from my orgasm.

Curling up to him to stay inside, I was soon slowly pumping again - not
fast - just enough to keep going. This was going to be a fun night. All
night.

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