Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 14:59:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kindred Spirits

This story is actually an interlude that occurs throughout another story
I'm writing titled "Boy Beach". It has been suggested that I put the pieces
together to create a stand-alone story, which I think makes a sweet little
teen boy sexual awakening story as well as a love story. So, here it is.
N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I had been 14 years old the first time that I'd fucked another boy.
Actually, it had been the first time that I'd done anything with another
boy. Timothy, never ever Tim and most definitely never Timmy, had been a
deliciously beautiful blond-haired boy. Timothy had been a very soft and
gentle boy, the kind of boy that people suspected might be gay but without
the flippancy that so many queer boys exhibit. And he was liked by
virtually everybody in our middle school.

Timothy had a singing voice like an angel. He could draw like Norman
Rockwell, not that any kid my age knew who that was. He was a gymnast with
incredible talent and an honor roll student. He was also a black belt in
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu thanks to a father who started teaching his boy almost
before the kid was out of diapers. The latter was brought to light on
Timothy's first week of school after he'd moved to our town.

Like any school, mine had its resident bullies. And like all bullies they
went for someone they perceived was weaker than them. Sadly, or
fortunately, for them they did it when half the school was waiting to catch
their bus after school and thus, at least 2 teachers were witness to the
event. I was right there when the whole thing happened.

Fat shit Matty Johnson, called Fatty Johnson behind his back, pushed
Timothy who politely asked him to stop but Fatty did it again, and again
Timothy asked him to stop. The third time Fatty tried to push him Timothy
grabbed the hand and in less time that it takes to tell it Fatty was on his
knees, on the ground with his face turned sideways in the gravel. Timothy
had Fatty's arm fully extended behind his back and above his head with the
hand bent so the fingers were almost touching the wrist. Fatty was
screaming in pain immediately which was no surprise since even the
slightest amount of extra pressure would have dislocated his shoulder and
broken his wrist.

Fatty's 2 cronies were caught off guard for a moment but as one of them
started to step forward I stepped in front him and stopped him cold.

"Don't even," I said in my gruffest voice. Stevie Jackson knew better than
to force the issue because I had kicked his ass over the summer. I heard
Timothy talking quietly to his antagonist and saw Fatty nod his head, in
the gravel. Timothy then let go of Fatty and stepped away. I stepped to my
left and was side by side to Timothy.  As the crowd began to disperse
Timothy turned to look at me.

"Thanks," he said, his voice still slightly high pitched. "I'm Timothy." I
shook his hand, told him my name Talain but everybody called me Tal. That
was the start of our friendship. We had a lot of similar interests and
discovered those things at the very beginning. One of the commonalities was
that both of us had lost our fathers, mine from a drunk driver and
Timothy's from an aneurism, Timothy's loss barely 4 months before we met.
Another commonality was that we both were only children. My mom adored
Timothy and as far as I could tell his mother felt the same about me.

Because neither of us had family anywhere close, we had Timothy and his mom
for Thanksgiving and they had us for Christmas. Our mothers became friends
as well, so it felt like home for both me and Timothy no matter which house
we were in.  Every weekend after the first month of our friendship one of
us spent the night at the other's house, beginning with me staying at
Timothy's about a month after we met.

As we got undressed for bed that first night, I was kind of a pit of
anxiety. I had struggled the past couple of years with figuring out who I
was or, more importantly, what I might be. Becoming friends with Timothy
put that into perspective for me. I was attracted to boys. I was a popular
enough kid at school so it wasn't like I didn't have friends but Timothy
seemed to knock me for a loop. Maybe it was the "new kid in town" thing. I
found myself thinking about him all the time, wanting to be around him all
the time. And while I had jacked off thinking about boys in general,
Timothy was the first boy that I felt my heart skip a beat over, my first
real jack off fantasy boy.

So, as we started to get undressed for bed I was worried about getting a
boner and him seeing it. We stripped down to briefs, me in white cotton and
Timothy in a two toned blue striped pair with no fly plus they seemed low
in the front. He seemed to fill his out nicely but so did I.

"Those are cool Timothy," I said, nodding at his underwear. "I never seen
any like that." He looked down then back up.

"Thanks, they're a European cut, much more popular over there than here in
America." He seemed to look at my bulge for a second then said, "I think
we're about the same size, do you want to try a pair?" He didn't wait for
an answer but went to his dresser drawer then turned back with a pair of
dark red briefs in his hand.

"Here, try these on." Jeez, I thought, how should I handle that. It wasn't
like I wasn't used to be naked in front of other boys, but it was different
being in a locker room full of other boys getting naked too. Still, I
didn't want to look like a pussy. I took the garment and quickly hooked my
thumbs in mine and tugged them down while bending over to get them off then
quickly stepped into them and pulled mostly up before standing upright. My
cock was captured but my pubic hair was still visible for a short moment
until I got them in place.

"You look good in them Tal, how to they fit?" I said they seemed okay but a
little snug. "Yeah, it takes a minute to get used to," Timothy said as he
dropped to one knee. He took me by complete surprise when he reached up and
hooked his index fingers in the leg hole then tugged the crotch down a
little bit and in the process he touched my balls.

"Is that a little better," my friend asked as he stood up. I nodded my
head, still slightly stunned that he'd touched me. Timothy walked around
me, giving me the once over.

"They look good on you Tal. I hope you don't think I'm weird for saying so,
but it makes your butt looked even better and it makes your stuff look
big." I looked down and indeed the underwear seemed to enhance my boy
bulge. I was already a well enough endowed 14-year old, one of the biggest
in my gym class, although there were a couple boys that were larger. I
walked over to his mirror and turned so I could see my butt and Timothy had
been correct, it did look nicer and I'd been told by a few girls that I had
a nice butt.

Wanting to share a compliment I said, "you got a nice butt too Timothy and
sure doesn't look like you got a needle dick." My friend laughed at and
repeated the words needle dick.

"Thanks Tal," he replied. "Top or bottom," he said referring to his bunk
beds. When I asked which bed he used he said the bottom so that settled
that.

We kept up a little conversation, me leaning over the edge of the top bunk
and his head and one shoulder leaning over his edge and looking up. After
about 5 minutes of that Timothy said he had a suggestion and of course I
asked the obvious question.

"Do you want to just come down here Tal; it would be easier to talk?" I was
all for that because it was tiring hanging over the edge like that but
there was something more, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. None
the less I said yes and dropped down to the floor. Timothy reminded me to
grab my pillow so I stopped and reached up to grab it, realizing that my
crotch was in full view and that he was probably staring at it. That didn't
bother me in the least and in fact I loved it so pretended that I couldn't
quite reach the pillow and thus stayed there for some seconds longer than
it should have taken.  Once I had it I ducked down to see that Timothy had
the covers thrown back to welcome me into his bed and once there he threw
them back over both of us.

"It's going to be a little cozy," he said, his face very lightly
illuminated by a tiny night light behind his dresser in the far corner of
his room. We lay facing each other and he was right, it was quite cozy,
less than a foot separated us. I had never been this close to another boy
other than in sports and certainly not clad only in underwear and skimpy
ones at that. I kind of liked it and it cause little butterflies to get
loose in my belly

"I don't mind at all Timothy," I said, sharing those thoughts about it with
him, ending with, "You're my friend and I like you a lot so it's okay." He
seemed to pause for moment then shared that our situation was a first for
him too.

"I really like you a lot too Tal," he said, "I know it's only been a month
or so but I feel really comfortable with you. I think I could tell you
anything and everything and you wouldn't judge me or anything." I told him
I was glad because even though I hadn't thought of it that way I certainly
felt the same way. We talked quietly, and it seemed like we both were
having a little difficulty about where to put our arms, our hands in such
close quarters. Our feet would accidentally touch and we'd both sort of
jerk them back as if we were touching a hot element. I finally brought it
up.

"I don't mind if our bodies touch Timothy, just so you know." He exhaled
deeply, probably feeling a sense of relief. My statement led to opening up
a whole new world for both of us.

It started with feet as we lay there in Timothy's bed, then fingers hands
and arms got into the mix. There was nothing sexual about it, just gentle
touching for emphasis or simple connection, or just someplace to put our
limbs but it seemed that in that process our entire bodies were moving
closer together. We learned a lot of little stuff about each other, the
kinds stuff that darkness, or at least dim light, allows boys to feel safe
to talk about. He commented that he loved the color of my hair, which at
that age was blonde as hell, almost platinum blonde and somewhat long,
flipping outward right at my ear lobes and the collar of my shirts with the
bangs hanging in my eyes if I didn't push them back.

"It looks so silky too." Timothy reached out and ran his fingers though my
hair and the touch of him caused a shiver to run through my body which he
interpreted as being cold. He commented that thought and so snuggled closer
to me. He let his hand rest on my side as we continued talking. I did the
same to him and so within a half-minute our boy bulges were almost touching
and our hands were resting gently on each other, mine on Timothy's hip,
with the fingers touching the waist band of his underwear.

 Naturally the discussion ran right up against sex and part of that was
girls.

"I never even kissed a girl," I admitted.

"Me either and I'm not sure I want to," Timothy said. I was surprised and
replied I felt the same way to which he said, "Really," which an emphasis
on the word. I nodded my head. The discussion turned to jacking off but for
the life of me I can't remember what started it or who started it.

"So, uhm, how often, uhm, well, you know..." Timothy was nervous so I
decided to rescue him.

"Almost every day," I said. I swear he got the biggest grin on his face.

"Me too," he said with excitement. I was struck by something right
then. "You know I just realized what a cute smile you have Timothy." I
reached out and gently touched his face. His eyes closed, and he let a soft
"mmmm" as my fingers grazed his smooth skin. When I pulled my hand back I
noticed that his hand had slipped down and his fingers were between our
bulges and since our bodies had already been close, the fit was quite
snug. Timothy realized it too and pulled his hand back quickly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean," he started to say and I stopped him by putting
my fingers against his lips.

"Sshhhh," I said gently, "It's okay, we're friends, remember. It's no big
deal that you touched me there." To show him I mean it I put my fingers
down between us and touched his cock for the first time. I wiggled my
fingers just a tad. "There, we're even, okay," I said with a smile and took
my hand back.

"Yeah," he said then added, "nobody has touched me there." I admitted that
it had been a first for me too. It felt like he had more to say but instead
he said,

"It's late, we should go to sleep." As if on command I yawned but I agreed
with him. We said our goodnights and closed our eyes. Our bodies seemed get
closer and in a moment I felt the bulge of his crotch touch mine and again,
a little shiver shot through my body.

"I'm really glad we're friends Tal," Timothy whispered.

"Me too," I whispered back.

I woke in the middle of the night from a tickling on the underside of my
cock, which, as I came out of my sleep was raging hard. I was clever enough
to keep my eyes closed and I quickly realized that Timothy was very lightly
rubbing up and down just below my cock head. I could feel his breath on my
face and knew that our faces were close. In fact our bodies were close, my
arm was draped across his hip and my fingers were gently cupping his butt
cheek.

I felt him move closer then felt his lips barely brush mine. "I wish I
could tell you Tal," he whispered in such a soft voice I could barely hear
him. "I wish so much I could tell you but I'm so afraid." He kissed me
again, his lips barely touching mine. I realized then that my left arm was
stretched out across both pillows and Timothy's head was resting against
it.

I slowly bent my right hand back and moved it down between us to scratch my
balls and Timothy pulled his hand away quickly. I then moved it up to
squeeze my hard cock, something that was likely natural in sleep. In the
process the back of my hand was against Timothy's bulge. I registered the
softness of his balls and then the hardness of his boner.

Just then I realized then what I thought he was talking about when he said
he wished he could tell me. It was that he was gay and/or he wanted to do
stuff with me or he loved me, something along those lines. I also realized
with that thought that I wanted him to, or just as importantly, I wanted to
do stuff with him too. I recognized for the first time that I was attracted
to boys, that I was likely a gay boy. I felt my heart sort of flutter with
that acknowledgement, a good flutter by the way. In fact a very good
flutter.

I bent the arm that Timothy was lying on and at the same time put my other
arm back over his hip onto his butt and gently pulled him against me. He
didn't resist even a little bit but allowed me to loosely hold him and in
reaction his free hand went over my hip and onto my butt. The move pressed
our bulges against each other and I felt a thrill at the feeling of his
hard cock pressed against mine. As much as I wanted to fondle and squeeze
his butt and let my finger ruffle through his hair, I didn't. It was all
under the pretext of my being sound asleep.

"Oh god Tal," he whispered as his head rested against my chest, my chin
resting against his head. I fell back asleep. When I next woke it was clear
that the sun was up. I was on my back and Timothy's arm was resting on my
hard cock, his hand on my belly and he was snoring ever so softly. I looked
down at his smooth cute face and felt my heart flutter a little bit. I
became aware of his hard cock pressed lightly against my hip. And I
realized that I had to pee really bad.

I gently slipped away from Timothy which caused his hand to drag across my
belly and fall to the bed then he stretched like a cat. His boner was very
evident in his underwear since neither of us had any covers on at all. As I
started to move he woke up.

"Gotta piss bad," I said and he looked right at my hard cock in my briefs
and nodded his head.

"I can see that, me too he said and absently scratched his crotch."

"Yeah I noticed," I said with a smile, "impossible not to." That said I
slid out of bed, stretched and all the while Timothy watched me. I traipsed
down the hall the bathroom, did my business and came back. Timothy was
lying the bed in the same position, on his back, the bulge of his hard cock
quite prominent. I flopped down next to him and felt my now softened cock
begin to inflate.

"Gotta pee," he said and rolled to his side, tossed one leg over me causing
him to move onto his other knee. Our bulges barely grazed each other then
he sort of fell on top of me and our hard cock were pressed against each
other. Out of reflex my arms went around his waist and butt.

"Sorry, my foot slipped." Maybe it did, maybe it didn't but I didn't
care. It felt good with his cock pressed against mine and his weight
against me.

"No worries, no big deal." Timothy stayed there for just a brief moment,
our eyes locked on to each other only inches apart. I swear I thought he
was going to kiss me.

"I gotta pee bad," he whispered and managed to get off me and headed the
same way I had moment's before. I stared at his butt and felt my belly
tingle. That boy had a dynamite butt. When he came back a few minutes
later, Timothy said he was starving so let's eat. I got up and he started
out of the room.

"Aren't we going to get dressed, I mean, your mom and all." He grinned and
said she had to work that day then added that it wouldn't really matter. He
went around in his underwear all the time.

"That is fine for you because it's your mom, but she isn't mine."

"That doesn't matter," he responded with a smile. "I bet you do the same at
your house and I bet your mom wouldn't care if I was in my underwear." I
had to agree.  So, off we went. We got bowls of cereal and went into the
living room and watched cartoons while we ate. On one of my trips to get a
refill Timothy commented on how hot my butt was.

"You always look at boys' butts," I asked him over my shoulder.

"No, well yes, I mean it's just one of those things that I think all boys
do but they just don't talk about it. It's like boys looking at girls'
tits."

"Well I hate to break it to you but I don't look at girl's tits," I said.

"Sure you do but you probably don't look at them and want them any more
than you might look at boys' butts and want them." Well, that was only
partially true. I wanted Timothy's butt, although I didn't really
understand what that might mean exactly. I certainly wanted to touch it, to
feel it and fondle it. I didn't tell him that though. I wanted to, but I
didn't.

"So," I said as I came back into the living room, "are you saying that you
don't want my butt?" Timothy got a sort of stricken expression on his face.

"No, I didn't say that."

"Oh, so you do want my butt." I had a grin on my face so he knew I was
playing with him.

"Maybe," he said rather coyly.

"Well, maybe me too," I responded. We continued to eat then finished up and
put our dishes in the washer.

"I need to take a shower Tal and I'm guessing that you do too. Do you want
to go first?" I shrugged my shoulders then said,

"It doesn't matter to me really. How about we take a shower together and
that way nobody has to decide." Timothy gave me a big smile.

"That would be okay too."

In the bathroom Timothy pulled some clean towels from a cupboard then got
the water going for us and then it was time for the big reveal. We both
seemed to drop our briefs at the same time, both checking the other out
without actually staring. Timothy was a nicely put together boy. As I'd
said, his body was nicely developed but in a more natural way, not the gym
way. His circumcised cock was probably 5 soft inches long and nicely
thick. A healthy set of balls hung one below the other in a totally
hairless sac. At the base of his cock was nest of sandy colored hair that
was restricted to his pubic bone and not wild and straggly. Timothy was a
lovely sight.

"My god Tal, you're huge," Timothy blurted out. "Gosh your cock makes your
already hot body even hotter." My friend couldn't help but grope at his
crotch as he said it.

"You're no slouch Timothy," I said, meaning it. He was bigger than the
average kid in my gym class and if I'd had to bet I would have said he'd go
close to 7 inches hard and right then I realized that I really wanted to
see my friend with a boner. When he turned and stepped into the shower I
admired his butt. Damn what a butt he had. It looked good in underwear but
looked amazing out of them.

The cheeks moved outward from the small of his back to create a nice set of
bubbly orbs separated by a perfect crack. By that I mean, it wasn't too
short nor was it too long, it was perfect and, along with the dimples on
each cheek, created the most perfect ass on the most perfect boy. I had an
overwhelming desire to get down there and lay my face against his butt, and
that surprised me. Looking back, I couldn't remember ever having such a
cognizant thought about another boys' butt.

We got in and closed the sliding glass door then went about getting wet. Of
course that meant turning sideways to get by each other which mean one of
our cocks gliding across the other's naked wet butt. I didn't mind. It was
fun watching a boy clean himself, seeing how he worked the various places,
how roughly he could treat his balls when soaping them and how he might
linger there, his soapy fingers fondling his eggs. I had noticed it plenty
of times in the showers a school and at swim meets. It was sort of fun
watching a boy clean his hole, hiking one leg up on its toes to open his
butt up for a little better access. Watching Timothy was no different in
that respect but it was more fun because we were in an intimate
setting. And he was a beautiful boy.

We were facing each other in the shower and Timothy watched with interest
as I peeled my foreskin back to clean my cock head and the exposed inside
of the foreskin. "I never have seen a boy with his skin before Tal," he
said, apparently feeling comfortable talking about something so
personal. "I never understood how they worked either." I stepped back a
little and held my cock up for him.

"See, the skin is attached here underneath the head," I explained. I then
slid my foreskin back into place then peeled it back again, and did it a
couple of times.

"That's very cool. Do you use it when, you know..." Of course it wasn't
like I hadn't heard that question before.

"When I beat off; sure, of course." Timothy allowed as how that would be
very cool and I allowed as how I didn't know because I'd never jacked off
without using it and that got a laugh.

"Want me to wash your back," I asked him and got a head nod. I soaped my
hands and worked his shoulders and back causing Timothy to almost purr. I
went all the way to the small of his back and as I got close to his butt I
could feel my cock start to move.

"There you go," I said and patted him on one butt cheek. He turned to face
me and I could see that his cock was doing what mine was doing and that was
inflating.

"Turn around and I'll do your back," he said quickly. Timothy repeated the
process that I had down only he went further onto my butt cheeks and when
he was done he patted my butt. I turned around.

"I guess I liked washing you Tal," he said, glancing down as his cock was
now half way hard and sticking out from his body, "You too," he added. My
cock was just as hard as his was so there we were, two sexually charged
teenaged boys.  "I can't believe how big your cock is Tal," Timothy said in
a deepened voice. Indeed, I was over 7¾ inches at that point, almost my
full adult size. My foreskin was only partially retracted, so my reddened
head was peeking out from under the fleshy hat.

"You're big too Timothy," I whispered then I took the leap. "I really want
to beat off."

Timothy gulped and gently nodded his head, "Me too," he whispered back

Timothy and I got out of the shower quickly dried off, our cocks reaching
full on hard in anticipation of being sexy. We went to his room and flopped
down onto his bed, lying crosswise on it, our pillows behind our heads. We
lay close to each other, our bodies touching from shoulders to knees, and
each took hold of own cock.

"I can't believe how horny I am right now Tal," my friend said. "God I have
such an urge to cum." He was lovingly stroking his cock, not really jacking
off but just working it a little to keep the feelings going.

"I know Timothy, me too. And it's not like I didn't jack off yesterday
because I did."

"So did I," he said then with a grin added, "twice."

"Wow, you musta been thinkin of something hot." He nodded his head. I
wanted to ask what it was but didn't. We started to jack off in seriousness
although not rapidly. I kind of wanted to draw it out and it looked like
Timothy did too.

"I never beat off with another boy," he said softly.

"Neither have I. I kind of like it but honestly I think that's because it's
you I'm doing it with."

"Really," Timothy asked with excitement. He seemed to think about it said
that he never thought about doing it with another boy, but he was really
glad that his first time was with me. It seemed like our legs were
beginning to press against each other and not just rest there. Both of us
were watching the other with a sharp intensity. I really wanted to reach
over and take hold of Timothy's cock. I wanted to know what it felt like in
my hand but I was afraid to tell him that.

"I can't believe how big your hard cock is Tal and how red the tip is. It
looks really hard." His didn't look any softer. I decided to take another
risk.

"You can touch it if you want to Timothy, I wouldn't mind it if you did." I
took my hand away and let my hard cock hang in the air above my
belly. Timothy let go of his cock and leaned toward me and took hold of my
cock, sending a shiver through my body. Jesus that felt good.

"Gosh it's so warm and so hard," my friend whispered. He stroked me a
couple of time, getting his head in close to see how it worked, even though
he'd seen it not 10 minutes before. "That is so cool. It's got to make
beating off even better." It seemed like he didn't want to let go but he
did.

"You can do mine if you want," he said as he got back into position. I
certainly did want to but had to adjust my body a little bit, taking it in
my left hand. I had another jolt through my body, loving how his cock felt
in my hand. Like Timothy had said, it was hard and warm. I stroked him a
few times and got a deep sight.

"Gosh that feels good having your hand on me." I let go of him, reluctantly
and we each took control of our cocks and went about the business of
jacking off. From the beginning I loved watching another boy love himself,
I loved watching how he treated his cock, how he held it. I watched Timothy
start to play with his balls a little bit and grinned to myself because I
did that too. I would eventually learn that most boys did all the same
stuff and why not, we certainly got plenty of practice.

"I'm gonna cum fast Tal," Timothy said. I said that I was too. We kept on
for another 30 seconds and I was there.

"I'm gonna cum Timothy," I said, the words pouring out of my mouth. I kept
my foreskin back and a second later my cock thickened in my fist. I groaned
out loud and we both watched as a glob of sperm plopped out onto my belly
but it was followed immediately by a long stream of sperm that hit my neck
and splattered cum droplets all over my chest. I groaned some more and a
second jet of gooey cum followed the first one and another one followed the
first two. There were 4 more squirts but they were much smaller and had
less liquid. From there the stuff continued to ooze out and drip off onto
my stomach. I finally let go of my cock and let it hang there, sperm
dripping out of cock head.

"Damn Tal that's a shit load of sperm." I played with my balls while
Timothy started to jack off in earnest. I loved watching him. The intensity
on Timothy's smooth face was incredible, as were the expressions that
reflected that was going on in his body as he worked his cock. I loved
watching his smooth balls bouncing as stroked his cock too. It didn't take
long before he announced his sperming. The boy groaned as loud as I had,
slowed his stroke and shot. His cock finally slowed down to a few burps and
oozing but, like me, he kept on working it both to clear the tube of any
liquid but also because it felt good. It's tough not to hold onto your cock
when it's hard.

"That was a great cum shot Timothy," I said, praising him. He smiled at me,
his eyes still half closed from the feelings of hotness in his body.

"Thanks," he said. "I think a quick shot at the shower is in order."

On the way to the bathroom and during the quick shower Timothy and I talked
about the experience.

 "That was fun Tal," my friend commented. "Do you think we can do it again
sometime?"

"Yeah, I think I'd like to," I told him. "I never thought about jacking off
with another boy." Timothy agreed then hesitated a second and went on.

"Can I tell you something and you won't think I'm weird?" I assured him
that he could, and I wouldn't. "Well, I really liked touching your cock and
having you touch mine. I mean, it feels so different, both ways, touching
and being touched. I can't explain it."

I felt my heart skip some beats because I'd felt the same way. Touching
Timothy's hard cock had been amazing and when he touched me it was like
something I'd been waiting for and when it happened it was everything I'd
dreamed about. I knew that my friend was worried about admitting that.

"I know exactly what you mean because I thought so too." I thought about
how much I wanted to tell my friend and decided that I'd be honest with
him; at least up to a point.

"I even wondered what it would be like if you didn't stop, if you jacked me
off all the way and make me shoot. It's the kind of thing I think about
when I jack off, a girl doing it to me, you know? And then I thought about
what it would be like to do it to you, to jack you off and make you cum. I
mean, I guess most boys really like cumming and I know I've experimented
with doing it different ways, doing different things and it's always more
sexy feeling when I do that. And doing what we did was new and therefore
more sexy feeling. Does that make sense?" Timothy nodded his head
vigorously.

"I was thinking the same thing Tal; exactly the same thing. Have you ever
cummed without touching your dick?" I nodded my head. "Me too and it was
really fun although it was difficult to not grab hold of it and work it." I
asked Timothy what other stuff he'd done and it turned out it was the same
thing I did, like fucking my pillow or just grinding my cock into my
mattress. Of course I always had a sock over my cock to catch my sperm. He
seemed really relieved when I told him all of that so I told him some more.

"Have you ever cummed by pushing your boner back between your legs and
keeping it there then moved your hips like you were fucking?" Timothy shot
me a huge grin and shook his head up and down the shoved his stuff back
between his legs creating a "boy pussy", a thing that I was sure every boy
did.

"Like this only hard?" It was my turn to grin and nod my head. We went back
to his bedroom.

"Do you want to run naked or put some clothes on," he asked me with a
grin. "I kinda of like being naked when I have the house to myself." I had
to give that some thought because I felt the same when I was home alone,
often wandering around naked in my fenced back yard too. I wasn't sure I
was ready to share the experience with someone else. I wanted to but was
leery. Honestly, I was afraid I'd get a boner again and what Timothy might
think about that.

"How about something in between," I asked. How about underwear?" Timothy
nodded his head and went to his dresser drawer.

"Wanna try a different pair?" I said that was okay and he pulled out a
couple pair of rather skimpy briefs, almost jock strap style. It had a
pouch in front and small panel in the back that didn't hold much and at the
sides was only the elastic waistband that the front and back attached
too. The one he handed me had blue panels and red trim and waistband while
Timothy's was done in green and yellow.

As we stepped into the underwear Timothy said, "I'm so glad we're friends
Tal, and I'm so glad that we beat off together but even better is that we
talked about it. I have all these thoughts and feelings and stuff but it's
not like I can talk to my mom about it. And I've been around other boys
when and when someone started talking or asking questions about it
everybody sort of shut up or walked away." By then we had gotten our
underwear on and done the required adjusting of our boy stuff and were
standing only inches apart.  "I know. I'm glad we're friends too Timothy."
By some unspoked agreement we came together and hugged and it wasn't one of
those back patting things that guys usually do; we actually held each
other. I was very aware that our bulges were pressed against each other.

"Gosh you're so warm Tal," Timothy whispered against my shoulder. I was
very tempted to put at least one hand down to hold his butt. It just seemed
like the thing to do but I didn't.

"I know, you're really warm too." I think I would have stayed there but
Timothy was the one to back away. He also seemed to turn away pretty
quickly but not before I could see that he was getting a boner.

"So, what should we do," he asked as he closed his dresser drawer. I was
looking at his butt and how awesome it looked in the fresh underwear and
how awesome it looked because so much flesh was visible. What I wanted to
do, in that moment, was go back to bed and just hug and hold each other.

"I dunno, maybe go watch cartoons or something," I said. Timothy nodded his
head.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Timothy and I wandered downstairs, me behind him, admiring his tight little
butt. I thought back on what we'd just done and felt my cock begin to stir
just a little. It had been an amazing experience and I definitely wanted
more of it. We tromped into the family room, grabbed the remote and flopped
down on each end of the sofa and Timothy began flipping through channels. I
really wanted to be sitting next to my friend, I wanted to feel the
softness of his skin and the warmth of his body but I couldn't see any way
to make that known without seeming weird.

I cast occasional glances at Timothy and more than once caught him doing
the same thing to me. About 20 minutes into sitting there he said,

"I'm kinda hungry; wanna get some toast and cocoa or something?" My tummy
was a little growly too so I said sure. He got off the sofa and I did the
same and both of us glanced at each other's bulge. I couldn't be sure but
it seemed like he might be getting a little stiff down there.

I followed Timothy into the kitchen and again, I all but stared as his
butt. It was so, so cute. He went about taking out a loaf of bread and then
individual slices to put in the toaster and said that the glasses were in
the cupboard above him. I got in close behind him and leaned in as I
reached up and my bulge pressed against his butt and since I had to go up
on my toes, it rubbed against him. I had to get 2 glasses so there was some
up and down movement of my boy stuff against his butt.

"Oh my," he said coyly. "It feels like you're trying to mount me." That
thought had occurred to me too and I told him so. Timothy turned to face
me, our bodies almost pressed against each other and our bulges touching
slightly. "It's so cool that we think the same thing about a lot of stuff
Tal," he said softly. I still had a glass in my hand but draped my forearms
on his shoulders which brought us more together and caused our cocks to
actually press against each other.

"Me too Timothy," I said in a soft voice. Our faces were inches apart.

"You're so warm," he said, a slight catch in his voice. I smiled at him. We
stayed like that for a second or five during which his eyes went to my
mouth then back to my eyes. "I'm going to get a boner if we don't move," he
said, and I could hear a deepening in his voice.  I backed away.

"I know, me too," I whispered. I got the milk out of the fridge and Timothy
told me where the cocoa was so I got it and made two tall glasses. By the
time that was done the toast had popped up and timothy had buttered it. He
asked if I wanted jam, I said sure, so he started to spread blackberry jam
on the toast. I came up beside him and leaned into him and put one arm
loosely over his shoulder and one hand flat on the counter in order to
watch him and in doing so caused my boy bulge to press against his hip.

"Mmmm yummy," I said. Timothy kept doing what he was doing but said,

"It feels good to me too." It took me a second to realize that he wasn't
talking about the toast and jam but I didn't mention because I fully agreed
with him. I could feel the warmth of his body on my cock even through the 2
pair of underwear. When he was done Timothy waved me to take one, which I
did after setting a glass of cocoa in front of him. We took a couple bites,
I mentioned how anything blackberry was my favorite and he agreed that
blackberry was his favorite too.

"I wonder how many more things we're going to find that we have in common
Tal." I told him I didn't know but I bet it was going to be fun finding
out. He was taking a bite of his toast, had his milk in his other hand,
when a glob of jam fell off and because of the way he was standing it
landed just below his belly button.

"Damn," he exclaimed.

"Let me get it Timothy," said, setting my toast down next to my milk. Then
I got an idea. I dropped to my knees in front of him, put one hand on his
butt and the other on his left hip and pulled him to me. The move caused
his bulge to press into my chin and neck as I began to lick the jam from
his belly causing Timothy to giggle. I loved the feel of his bulge pressed
into my neck, so close to my mouth, it wouldn't take anything to....... I
had to stop myself. What the hell was I thinking. I was actually
considering putting my mouth against his dick. Then I thought; would that
be so bad?

I finally stopped and stood up. "There you go, all cleaned up." I glanced
down and could see that Timothy was definitely starting to get hard. He
turned quickly, set his milk down then used a paper towel to get my spit
and any other residue off.

"Thank you for cleaning me Tal. That was nice." We took some more bites and
some more drinks of milk then went to work on the second pieces of toast.

"Anything for a friend," I responded. We finished our snack and went back
into the living room. After the glass of milk I was feeling a little cold
and wondered about putting some clothes on. Timothy felt the same way as it
turned out because he asked if I was cold and I nodded my head.

"I have just the thing," he said and jumped up and went down a hall way
returning a moment later with a blanket. "I hope you're okay cuddling with
me under a blanket he said as he approached.

"Oh hell yes," I responded, "I love cuddling with you with or without a
blanket." I swear that he blushed. Timothy got on the sofa right up next to
me and covered us with the blanket and we both worked at getting it tucked
in behind us. I moved my legs back under so that Timothy could get as close
as possible, which he did, and which required us to put hands or arms on
each other. I didn't mind.

"Mmm you're so warm Tal," he murmured. I responded in kind.