Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 17:06:04 +0400
From: cujo5230@go.com
Subject: Kris and Blake 1

Kris and Blake part 1
By: Blake Thibault

Note: This is a true story about two boys having relations with each other
and you know the rest.

This is a story primarily about two boys having relations with each other.
If anything happens, it is purely coincidental.  The older child is me.
This takes place in Trenton, New Jersey with the present being the summer
of 2000.


The last day of school for me!  I do not have to worry about my incompetent
teachers anymore.  I do not have to go to the stupid junior high anymore!
Now I can spend my time on more important things.  Like baseball, staying
up until midnight, going into my pool whenever I desire, going to my
favorite band concerts, and of course, to hang around with Kris.

Kris has been my best friend for now a year.  I do not know if I could live
if I did not know him.  He is the cutest of all of the boys that I have
ever met.  That is why I love him so much.  Right now he is between 7th and
8th grade.  (It is summer right now) He is now 13 years old.  He has curly
dark brown hair parted at the middle.  There is so much of his beautiful
hair.  Even though he is now thirteen, he has the appearance of an 11 year
old, he has no body hair at all and he is the face of a young child.  He is
just over 5 feet tall.  Even though many 8th. Graders are taller than he
is; it does not matter to me.

My name is Blake.  I am only a year older than Blake is.  I am now 14 years
old becoming 15 in October.  Kris will be 14 in November.  I will be a
freshman in high school.  It will be a terrible time for me.  If you do not
remember, or you are in junior high or lower, freshmen year is always the
worst year.  The upperclassmen will pick on the underclassmen.  When I am a
junior, I will not pick on the freshmen, especially Kris.

I have blond hair that is slightly gelled, and that is combed down.  I am 5
foot 4 and I am starting to have definition in my arms and legs because I
work out quite a bit for baseball and in the winter, hockey.  I tried to
commence Kris to work out like me because it will impress all of the girls,
like me. I have the same luxury of having an appearance of a younger boy
than what I am.  When I tried to go into a PG-13 movie with Kris, the box
office attendant said that this movie was not "suitable" for us without a
parent.  I told her that we were 14 and 13.  She said ok.  She must have
thought we were 11 and 10, or 12 and 11, I do not know.  Whatever, I
consider it a luxury.

Now I have friends other than Kris, he is the one who is the closest to my
house and he is the cutest.  I have many girlfriends. (Amazingly) They
think that I am the cutest boy in our grade. (Unofficially) I had dates
already.  I like hanging around with girls, but they are not what I want,
do you understand?

This story starts in June 1999.  The school year has been over for a few
days.  This particularly day, I was hanging around with one of my friends
at my house.  His name is Matt.  We have been outside most of the day in
his pool, and it showed.  We neglected putting suntan lotion on.  We were
red as lobsters.  We would have this sunburn until the fall.  Anyway, we
decided to come over to my house to sit around.  When we were almost at our
house, we saw a moving van that was two houses away from my house.  It was
depositing furniture into the house.  Then I saw a boy sitting by himself
in the shade.  I said to myself that he was the cutest boy I have ever
seen.

I asked to Matt, "Do you want to talk to the boy?"

He said, "That is all right."

We went to where he was.

I asked him, "What is your name?"

He said, "Kris Covey."

I responded by saying, "My name is Blake Thibault."

Matt said, "My name is Matt Stewart."

I said to Kris, "Where did you move from?"

He said, "Annapolis."

"Do you miss all of your friends from there?"

"Yes."  Kris said.

"Do you want to be friends with us?"  I asked.

He responded by saying, "that is good, at least I will have here."

That is how my friendship with Kris started.  We did everything together
that summer.  He signed up for the summer baseball league that I was in.
We spent so much time together; it was one of the most fun times I had
since I was in Florida two years back.

During the times that I would jack off every night, I would be imagining
Kris giving me a blowjob and making me cum.  I wanted him to do it so bad!

The best part about this was I was being paid to see him.  I looked after
him during the weeknights that Kris' parents would be out because of work
or something.  I did more than look after him; I had fun with him.
Sometimes I invited Matt to come over.  We would watch movies, play games
on the computer.  One night, we went out to downtown to see what goes on
there.  Nobody cared about us.

I knew that more and more during the summer, we became physically attracted
to each other.  We (meaning Kris, Matt, and I) would look at each other
like we were attracted to each other when we were undressing when we go to
the pool, or when we were in the pool.  Who could resist?  We were three
cute boys.  I could see the cocks of Kris, Matt and mine in our bathing
shorts when they were wet.  I wanted to have a blow job with them right
there.

One time I was looking after Kris, I asked him if he liked girls.

He said, "I do and I don't.  Even though I have a girlfriend, I liked the
boys more than my girlfriend.  I even like you."

I was enthusiastic about this, "Cool, that is the same with me.  I have
been attracted to you since the first moment I saw you."

"Blake, does that mean we are gay?"

"I truly do not know.  I wish I can answer that."  I said.

Then and there we knew we wanted to have sex with each other so bad, but
nobody took the initiative.  We were too nervous.

One night without Matt being there I particularly remembered.  I asked my
mom if I could stay with Kris during the night, she said ok. I retrieved
all of my clothes, my sleeping bag, and my toiletries that I would use.  I
stuffed them in my backpack.  I went over to Kris' house at 6 p.m.  Kris
did not eat yet, so we decided to have dinner.  It consisted of cold cuts
and American bread. (What we have at my house all the time when my dad is
not around."  We did not feel like eating much.  We ate in the living room.
(It was every man for himself; we did not need to each at a dinner table)
After dinner, we decided to go outside to see our friends until dusk.  I
talked to Matt for a while.

When it was dark, we went into Kris' bedroom.  I got my sleeping bag out.
I did not want to wear my shorts anymore.  It was still hot in Kris' room.
I wanted to get Kris involve too.

"Hey Kris, do you want to undress me?"  I said.

He said, "Okay."

Then we were kneeling next to each other and I was unbuttoning Kris' red
and white Hawaiian shirt.  Kris then took off my T-shirt.  Then I unbuckled
his belt, unbutton Kris' blue shorts.  Kris unbuckled my belt; and took off
my khaki cargo shorts.  Finally, we were down to our boxers that the
bottoms of them were almost down to our knees.

Kris then tackled me down to the floor.  "I want to have sex so bad."

"Me too."  I said.

Then he went down to my boxers and took them down to my knees.  He turned
around so we were in a 69 position.  I took off his boxers.  We saw each
other cocks.  Kris' was about 5 inches long.  There was almost no hair
around it.  I cannot speak, I have almost no hair around mine too and I am
older by a year.

I wanted to have it all.  I put his cock into my mouth.  It was so smooth.
I started to suck on it.  I used long and slow strokes.  Kris did the same
as I did.  I started to moan, it felt so good!  We continue to give blow
jobs on each other.  We then went faster.  We sucked harder.  Our moaning
became more intense and frequent.

I was sweating so badly.  The heat from the day and from Kris was so
intense.  I continue to suck on Kris.  He then could not hold it anymore.
He was shaking so badly.  He came so hard I could not hold it all in his
mouth.  Even though he came, I continued to suck his sensitive pecker.  He
moaned so loud.

That made me so excited, I could not hold it any longer.  I moaned and
shook harder than ever.  My balls rose up and I came.  I shot 4 shots of
cum inside of Kris' mouth.

We stopped.  I had to catch up breathing.  I then sucked the rest of Kris'
cum and Kris' licked my cum cleaned off of mine.

We sat up on the floor.

Kris said, "That is so much better than jacking off."

I said, "I know, it feels so good."

"Blake, I love you."

We went into Kris' bed.  We slept with each other.  Kris' parents did not
disturb us at all.  We did not hear them when they came home, we were
asleep.  We sweated in his bed because it was so hot.

That was a day I never forgot, Tuesday, June 15th. 1999.


Part 2 will be written soon, within a month.
Any comments?
Write me at cujo5230@go.com     .
Copyright by Blake Thibault April 2001.