Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 14:42:06 -0400
From: insanevisionary@hotmail.com
Subject: Just Boys - Part 1

				 Just Boys

  Tommy was 6 and I was 5, and we were best friends, so we showed our kind
feelings for each other as we played together, with great, strong,
little-boy hugs and a sweet kiss on the cheek now and again.
  And when we got mad at each other, we tried to beat each other up.
 Typical.  Nothing out of the ordinary for two boys that age, I suppose.
  But the summer when Tommy turned seven I found myself wanting to do the
hugging and kissing thing more when we were together, and didn't want to do
the fighting thing as much.
  We did all the li'l boy things together still - Hot Wheels, comic books,
Lego's and stuff, but instead of letting a hug just happen, I found myself
looking at Tommy and thinking about hugging him, started wanting to just do
it.
  Tommy was about the same size as me, maybe a little bigger, but we wore
the same size clothes.
  He had thick, straight, light reddish-blonde hair that blinded when the
sun hit it, and it curled around his face and ears when he got too warm.
It was cut short in the back and it swept across his forehead just above
his darker blonde eyebrows.  He had full, bright red lips, and a small
round nose, and his cheeks were round too, with a dimple on the left when
he smiled.
  He looked sort of - not real - like a big, painted doll, or like he was
wearing makeup - like the kids you see on TV, or in the movies.
  Well, shortly after he turned 8 and I was still 7, when we were spending a
day together at his house, and after we'd had a bath, I just walked right
over to him and put my arms around him, and squeezed.
  I couldn't help it.  He looked so cute standing there all pink and wet in
his Hulk underpants.  It was about the millionth time that I had thought of
doing it, and I just didn't stop myself this time.
  He stood still and put one hand lightly against my wet back.  I felt so
nice and warm then; his hair and skin smelled so sweet and clean.  I could
feel the biggest smile on my face.
  I let him go and opened my eyes.  His arm fell down to his side, and he
had a strange look on his face.
  "What're you doing, Travis?" he asked.
  I felt a little weird in my stomach for a second.  I hadn't thought that
he might think this was strange, but I guess it was.
  "Uh... nuthin," I shrugged back.  Oh crap...
  "...Can you grab my shirt?"
  "Yeah, sure," I said.  Dumb.  You are so dumb.  What the heck were you
thinking?  Did you see the look on his face?  And you - smiling like some
kind of idiot.
  I turned to get his shirt off the stool next to me where our clean
clothes lay, and handed it to him.
  "Thanks," he said as he reached for the green Nike t-shirt in my hand.
Then, as I turned away again, he took hold of the towel I held around me,
and pulled hard.
  "Yaaaaaaa..." I screamed in falsetto.
  Crap!  He'd pulled it right off!
  I was totally naked!
  I reached for my white briefs in the pile of clothes on the stool.
  Oh, no!  He could see my whole bare butt now!
  OK, so we had just taken a bath together, but this was different.  I felt
a little excited at knowing that he could see my fanny, but a little
embarrassed, too.  After all, we weren't little babies anymore.
  Where the heck were my undies?
  There they were.
  As I bent over to put them on I heard a loud - Snap!
  My butt stung.  Crap!  He'd got me from behind with the towel.  "Heyy!!!"
I yelled.
  I stumbled forward a step and tried to stand up and pull them on, but my
BVD's got stuck against my still wet ankles, and as I came up my head hit
the stool and knocked it over, which sent the rest of our clean clothes
into the wet tub.
  "Eyowwwwwww..." I screeched, as I jumped up and down holding my head, my
feet tied together by my underpants.  I looked at Tommy standing there with
a huge grin on his face, still holding the towel.
  "What the... I'll get you for that..." I spluttered still hopping around
and heading towards Tommy, so I could get him back.  But then the throw rug
got caught up under me, I lost my balance for good; and fell in a heap at
Tommy's feet.
  Tommy started to giggle.
  Then he started laughing.  Then he was just totally cracking up.
  I was lying on the floor, holding my head and getting mad now.  This was
not funny.
  I reached up and punched him hard in the leg.  "Knock it off, you jerk,"
I said.  "It's not funny - my head hurts."
  "Oh... man," Tommy managed between breaths.  He was out of control.
  "Cut it out, hey," I whimpered.  "Am I bleeding?"  My hand went back to
my head.
  Tommy kneeled down next to me, still laughing.  "Lemme...  hee,
heee... Lemme see..."
  "Quit laughing will ya?  Yowtch!" I yelled, as he ran his hand over my
head.
  But Tommy couldn't get control.
   "Oh, man - Trav... heh... That was the funniest...  Hee, hee hee,
thing... I've ever, hee, hee...  seen... In my whole li... li, hee, hee,
heeee..."
  Now I was getting really mad.
  But then I realized that he was right.  It must have been funny.  I
thought about the clothes in the tub, and what I must have looked like
hopping around naked like that, and I smiled.
  And then I saw that I had a great view of my best friend in his
underpants as he kneeled above me.
  They were tight on him because they were his old favorites.  He had two
pairs of them, and he didn't want to wear the bigger stuff his Mom bought,
but he sure filled them up nice. There was a nice, round, soft-looking
bulge down between the green piping around the leg openings, and I could
see the smaller bump of his pee-pee, where it rested on top of his little
nuts, right where the curved stripe of the fly opening was.
  His body was only a few inches away from my head.  What would happen if I
just reached one hand up and...
  Crap!  Why was I thinking that?
  I looked up into his sweet face.  It was all wet with tears and he was
smiling at me.
  Well, this was a lot better than the way he looked at me after I'd hugged
him.  I must have looked really ridiculous a second ago.
  I started to giggle.
  Then Tommy started again.  Then I started laughing too.
  Bam. Bam! Somebody hit the bathroom door.
  "Boys?... Are you guys OK?"  It was Tommy's Mom.
  "Yeah, Mom," Tommy answered quickly.
  "Well, what was all that noise then, and what fell?"
  We were in the big bathroom upstairs, right above the kitchen, and she
had been making us lunch - Grilled Pastrami and cheese and homemade
French-fries, our favorite.  Tommy's Mom was a great cook.
  Oh, crap!  She wasn't going to open the door, was she?  I was still lying
on the floor completely bare, with my BVD's around my ankles, and Tommy was
in his undies with his head and one arm through his shirt.  He looked at me
with big eyes and said, "Travis tripped and fell - but he's alright now."
  "Well...  Your lunch is almost ready.  Come down and eat it before it
gets cold, OK?"
  "K Mom," Tommy sang back.
  I heard her footsteps as she went back down to the kitchen.
  Then I looked up at my best friend.  He was still kneeling next to me,
smiling.
  "Sorry I laughed at you," he said stifling a giggle.
  "S'OK," I said as I sat up.
  "Does your head hurt much?"
  "Nah."  I had forgotten about it.  I pulled up my underwear - finally -
and stood up.  "We better get dressed, huh?"  I headed for the tub to get
our clothes.
  Tommy got up, grabbed my wrist and spun me around.
  There he stood, in his underoos.  And there it was again, that big grin.
"I really am sorry," he said.  "But you were so funny...  Hopping around
like that..."
 He meant it, I knew.
  "Yeah... I know.  I'm not mad anymore," I smiled back.  And quit looking
so darn cute.  Crap!  What's going on?  Why am I thinking all this stuff
about him?
  We got dressed while we talked about what we were going to do that
afternoon - what games we wanted to play, TV, or movies we would watch, and
then we went downstairs.
  I sat on my slightly sore butt across the table from my best friend, and
had one of the best lunches I ever ate.


 A week later, on Saturday, Tommy's Mom dropped him off at my house on her
way to visit her Aunt in the hospital.
  We were going to spend the day at my house this time, and my Mom said she
was going to let us help make dinner.
  I used to do that sometimes with my Mom or my Dad, until I got "in the
way."  Why the heck do adults do that?  They say you can help with
something, and then the next thing you know it's all messed up because they
forgot this, or can't find that and "Will you -get -out -of -the -wayyy?"
  Oh well, maybe it will be easier for my Mom with both me and Tommy to
help.
  I was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out how to get the arms back
on G. I. Joe when I heard a car door slam.  Yesss!
  I jumped up and tore through the living room, made the turn into the
kitchen at full speed and headed for the door.
  "What the..." My Mom said, as I ran through the kitchen and out the door.
I turned the corner and smacked right into Tommy's Mom.  She caught my head
right in the belly.
  "Ooommph...  Hey!  Be careful, Travis," she said with a laugh.  I didn't
stop.  "Sorry," I yelled back over my shoulder.
  Tommy was coming around the corner of the car with his Adidas backpack
over his shoulder.  This was gonna be good.
  He looked up and started to wave, but it was too late.  I hit him just as
he got to the grass.
  His pack went flying and he tried to scream, but all that came out was a
kind of squeak as he hit the ground, with me on top.
  "And he's down for the count!  Yahhh!" I yelled, sitting on his stomach
with both fists in the air.
  "You're so mental, Travis," Tommy said after a second.  "Are you trying
to kill me or something?"
  "I win again!" I shouted, twisting from side to side for the crowd, arms
still raised.
  "Not for long."  Tommy spread his legs, reached down and grabbed me at
the knees, and pulled my legs up.
  The world went around and the next thing I knew I was on my back in the
grass looking up at the sky.  Tommy scrambled up and sat on me.
  "Who's the winner now?" he smiled.
  "Me.  And no fair, hey... I showed you that move."
  "Did not."
  "Did too."
  "Did not."
  "Did TOO."
  "Not."  Tommy folded his arms across his chest.
  "Yes I did, and you know it, you big..." I ripped up a handfull of grass
and was about to throw it at him when...
  "Boys!"  My Mom had her head out the living room window.  "Stop fighting,
and -get -in -this -house.  Right now!"
  I titled my head back as far as I could.  "We're not fighting Ma - just
wrestling."
  "Well it looks like fighting from here.  Now come inside.  Both of you!"
The window closed.
  Tommy sat back.  "So?  Who's the winner?"
  "I guess you are - for now," I glared at him.  "But just wait 'til later.
I'm not giving up yet,"
  "I always win anyway," he said with a grin as he started to get up.
  "Yeah, I know."  Because I let you.  Because I like this.
  No, no don't get up yet...
  Ask him now, dummy.  Go ahead.  Hurry up.  Before he gets up.
  I grabbed my best friend by the wrist and held.  He sat back down.
  "Hey Tommy..."
  "Yeah?"
  I couldn't do it.
  He waited, then furrowed his brow.  "...What?"
  "Um... D'youwannasleepovertonight?"  I did it!
  He glanced away and then back.  "I uh..." A bad look came over his face.
  "I don't think my Mom will let me," he said as he stood up and took a
step toward his pack.
  I sat up.  "Why not? Come on. We'll have a blast - I got a new video
game, and we can..."
  "I just don't think I can, Travis.  Come on, let's go inside before my
Mom starts yelling too."  He headed for the house.
  I caught up.  "Well, can you just ask anyway?..."
  He stopped and turned toward me.  "I said... NO..." The look on his face
was horrible.  I thought he was gonna hit me.
  I took half a step back.  "Geez.  I'm sorry, Tommy...  I just..." Wanted
to sleep next to you tonight.
  There it is again; that funny feeling in my chest and between my legs.
Oh, man.  What is wrong with me?
  Tommy's face softened, and he stood there for a couple of seconds looking
at the ground. Then he looked at me kinda weird, and said, "...Do you
really want me to?"
  "Well... yeah.  Course.  You're my best friend."  And you're sooo
cute. Even when you're mad.
  "Boys!?"  Came from the back door.
  "K - I'll ask."  Tommy said.  He sounded so serious.  "But let me ask my
Mom first, OK?"
 "Yeah sure.  Whatever," I shrugged.  "If you can stay, I'll show you some
more moves like that other one I showed you before," I said as I started to
walk around the corner of the house.
  Tommy walked next to me.  "Did not."
  "Did so."  I gave him a soft punch in the arm.
  "Did not," he said raising a fist to punch me back, but he was too late -
I was already laughing and running for the door.
  "Hey! Get back here!" he yelled, as he ran after me.

My Mom was standing in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee, and Tommy's Mom
was sitting at the table.  I ran over and scooted behind my Mother, and
grabbed her around the waist, almost spilling her coffee.  She raised both
arms to shoulder level, holding out the cup.  "Travis!  What in God's
name..?"
  "Hide me," I said with a breathless giggle.