Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 07:28:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Edward Morgan Subject: JR and the Love that Never Was/Chapter 1: A Summer of Change JR and the Love that Never Was By: Isaiah Lincoln Chapter 1: The Summer of Change June 16, 1995 It is has only been a week since my 13th birthday. I sit in the back of the truck, looking at my neighborhood fade away, knowing in my heart, this is the last time I will ever see it. My jubilance a year ago at the news that we were going to be moving to the country has become bitter to me. How was I to know that puberty would set in and that my attentions would be shifted in another direction? Now suddenly, I wasn't interested in playing games or watching TV, but in the feelings I was beginning to develop towards girls and boys. As I sat there in the back of the truck, I thought of one person; Ralph. I sat there, memories of him filling my mind. During just the last couple of months of 6th grade, Ralph and I had become friends. He had long, dark, chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and had recently acquired a nice glowing tan from playing football. He was athletic and aggressive for a 14 year old re-doing his 6th grade year. It is also worth mentioning that we didn't always get along...at all. We used to argue, threaten each other, fight each other, and pretty much call each other every name in the book. The one day, right in the middle of one of our fights, in Computer Class, we just looked at each other and got quiet. We stared at each other in the darkened room and something happened between us. My anger and animosity became replaced with this odd curiosity in him. He wasn't who he had been just a moment ago, it seemed to me anyway. And he was returning the same look in his eyes. A devious smile spread across his full red lips. The next thing I knew he put his arm on my shoulder, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Hey man meet me in the bathroom." He asked the teacher to be excused and left the room. I was in shudders as a strange new energy I had never felt before coursed through my young body. LUST. I actually had my first sexual thoughts at that moment about Ralph, a guy I had despised and fought with for years. I waited another minute and asked the teacher for permission to use the restroom. As I headed to the restroom where I knew Ralph was waiting, I felt dizzy with the new feelings my body was experiencing. I knew what was going to happen. As I entered the bathroom and walked in, an arm wrapped itself around me from behind, hot lips pressed themselves against my ear and whispered, "move towards the last stall down, and don't try to look at me." I complied and after entering the stall he again began whispering, "I'm tired of fighting with you man. How about we try to be friends?" "Yes, I whispered back, let's try." His arm eased off of me and as I turned and faced him, he leaned in and kissed me. At first I didn't know what to do but after a second or two it just seemed natural and I was kissing him in return. Our bodies pushed close to one another, and I felt his warm, hard cock pressing through the fabric of his wind pants. Just as my hand was about to work its way to the hard flesh I felt between his legs, he pulled away. He ran his hand through my hair, smiled, stuffed a piece of paper in my shirt pocket, and walked out of the restroom, leaving me breathless. Stunned doesn't even come close to describing that moment, the moment of my first kiss, and with another guy of all things, a guy I had just hated 20 minutes ago. It felt right though and I had this exciting sensation coursing like electricity all over my body. As I walked back to class, I opened the piece of paper that Ralph had stuffed into my shirt pocket. It read "MEET ME AT THE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL DOWN THE STREET FROM YOUR HOUSE AT 4PM. LET'S HANG OUT." I walked back to class and sat down at the computer, Ralph right next to me, acting completely nonchalant. The rest of the class I could hardly concentrate and get my work done. When the bell rang, I got up, grabbed my backpack, and as I was going to walk away, I felt a hand slip into the back pocket of my jeans. Ralph gently squeezed my ass cheek and whispered, "don't be late." I left class and barely got through the rest of the afternoon. The bus ride home seemed an eternity. When I got home, I jumped straight in the shower, cleaned myself meticulously, and tried desperately not to jack off even though my throbbing prick was begging me to stroke it. By the time four o'clock rolled around I had already been at the school eagerly awaiting Ralph's arrival. The kiss we had shared raced through my mind, the smell of his skin filling my mind. As I waited at a picnic table on the playground, I was startled by a hand grabbing my shoulder. I spun around and found myself right in front of Ralph. I gasped staring up at his shining face in the sun. "Let's walk, he told me and I hastily stood up and began following him. We walked and talked for quite some time, our conversation not even turning to what had happened earlier in the day in the bathroom. Suddenly, Ralph took off running around the school leaving me behind. So he wants to play hard to get I thought and immediately took off after him. I ran around the school but did not see him. I searched everywhere frantically wondering where he had disappeared to. As I finally took a moment to catch my breath, I was tackled to the ground. I rolled over and found myself pinned by Ralph. His muscular arms held me firmly in place. I stared up at his beautiful face, mesmerized by the beauty I was just beginning to notice in him. I tried to struggle free and gain some ground, but Ralph had another idea. He leaned down and pushed his lips against mine, my body went limp. I savored the feel of his lips against mine and soon was passionately returning the kiss. His mouth opened and out tongues came dancing together. Our hands began to frantically run across each others bodies, exploring every contour of our heated frames. Just as I once again felt the warmth of his cock press against me and reached to touch it, he was up and running again. This time I saw him head across the street towards a wooded area and chased after him. I ran faster than I ever had and wished that I could travel at the speed of a flying bullet. As I entered the woods, I found him laying on a blanket under a huge oak tree, his white t-shirt now off. As I knelt down in front of him, breathless, he reached out for me and we embraced. I planted kisses down his neck and ran my hands over his hairless muscled chest. My head was swimming in lust for this guy. I wanted him to be my first, my only, the first and last to ever be with. I removed my shirt and soon we were lying on the ground together, kissing, and grinding our hips earnestly into one another. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other as our tongues flickered back and forth. His hand moved to my aching prick, and for the first time, another person touched my dick. I returned the favor, and for the first time in my life, I was touching another guys cock. I was in pure euphoria and amazement as I ran my hand up his 6", thick prick. I pulled away from our hot kiss and whispered in his ear, "I've never done this before, but I want you in every way." He kissed me deeply and then whispered in my ear, "I've never been with a guy either, but I want to be with you. Just relax and you'll know what to do." I felt my shorts pulled down and then he began kissing my neck and working his way down. When he reached my nipples and licked across them, I trembled from the sensation which I had never felt. I continued jerking his cock through the fabric of his wind pants and then I was seeing stars. His mouth had engulfed the head of my throbbing prick, his tongue lashing across the head before he swallowed my completely. I moaned loudly, twisted and shook in the deepest pleasure I had ever known up to that point in my life. I wanted to return the favor that this hot guy was giving me and pulled his cock free from their tight white briefs. His cock was huge for a 14 year-old. Six inches, thick, the fat red mushroom head glistening with pre-cum. I hesitated only for a moment wondering what it tasted like, but shook it off as I so badly wanted to pleasure him the way he was pleasuring me. I flicked my tongue across the shiny slit, my tongue catching the pre-cum and pulling it away. The taste salty-sweet taste of his pre-juice washed across my tongue and immediately I loved the taste. I gripped his cock and sucked the head in. He gasped as I began sucking slowly, savoring the clear fluid which was leaking from his piss slit. For a few minutes I just sucked on the head running and swirling my tongue across the head. Then I took the plunge and began to suck in more and more of his engorged cock meat. Soon I had a great deal of his cock in my mouth and I began methodically pumping his bone in and out of my eager mouth. My cock felt like it was just about to burst, and he must have sensed it, because he quit sucking gripped my balls and began to lick them all over, my climax halted for the moment. I continued to suck on his throbbing prick until I too did not want him to cum too quickly and decided to work on the large sac he had. His hairless balls tasted of the sweat which he had worked up while running and it drove me crazy tasting them. I took each ball in turn and hungrily sucked and licked on it. He bucked his hips with the pleasure I was filling him with and begged me not to stop. After some time we resumed sucking on each others cocks and soon worked up a great rhythm. His cock pounded my mouth, his nuts bouncing off my forehead. He worked back up to me for a moment, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You are so good." With that he kissed me deeply, our pre-cum mingling together. We worked ourselves back into position and continued the youthful cock assault that we had started on each other's mouths. Finally, I could take no more and warned him that I was going to blow my load. He too was at the point of no return, and without thinking or hesitation on either part we continued to suck each other off. Our climaxes were simultaneous, our bodies sent into spasms of pure bliss. His cum blasted deep into my mouth and I gagged, at first, from the volume of his load. Then I got the taste of his sweet cum and became ravenous. I sucked harder on his cock my tongue swiping across his slit trying to draw out as much of his boy juice as possible. My cum dribbled from the corner of his lip and he too made an attempt to lick and eat every drop of juice that I blew. Afterwards we collapsed exhausted and held each other's hand. We turned to each other, embraced, and kissed. This was the most passionate moment I had ever experienced. My first moment, the moment that will forever be perfect and unflawed. We dressed and realized that our escapade had gone on for longer than expected. We needed to get home. He walked me home as the sun set, and we looked deep into each other's eyes. Ralph was my new best-friend. As we reached my fence, he asked me if we could hang out again tomorrow. "Of course, I eagerly replied, how about you come spend the night this Saturday?" A smile spread from ear to ear and he shook his head yes. We said our goodbyes not wanting to part and as he began walking away he turned and said, "Hey, Isaiah. You know how some people say that when a boy and a girl are fighting, its because they like each other. "Yeah I've heard that before," I replied. Looks like maybe that was the case with us, huh?" "Yes, I answered, "I just don't think we realized it until today. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." "Cool, Ralph replied, how about we walk to school together in the morning?" A smile between us was the only answer we needed. I watched him walk away until he was out of sight and then walked up to the house. My dad came up to me and asked, "Isn't that the guy you've been fighting with for years? Why are you hanging out with him?" "Well, maybe we're growing up, I replied. We're tired of fighting, we're going to try and be friends." I walked inside with no doubt that we were indeed going to be very good friends. The truck jostled me from my memories. Just as things were getting started, I have to leave. The pain I was feeling was excruciating. As tears quietly fell, I became comforted by the last words I ever heard Ralph speak to me. "You never know where the path of life will take us. Even though we will be far apart, our hearts will always be close together. One day we might be together again. Never forget Isaiah, I love you." Well, Ralph, now a long time apart, I still feel you, and I still love you too. This is the hardest story I've ever had to write. Please give me your feedback as it will help me keep writing. Your criticisms, questions, suggestions, and comments are greatly appreciated and welcomed. Feel free to e-mail me at EMD222004@yahoo.com or EMD222005@peoplepc.com. Thank you.