Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2018 05:20:50 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Noah and Mariu

Dave 1

My elder brother has a mate called Dave. They have been pals all their
lives. At the time this happened, I was 11.  Jason, my brother was a bit
under two years older than me.  I was just "Squirt", and a total nuisance
to Jason.  In the holidays, Jason had to look after me which was always a
chore for him. I loved him wildly though, and I knew he loved me.  He would
protect me better than my mother would, and that is not just saying
something.  My mother was like a she-devil with added attitude when it came
to protecting her brood.

However, when Dave came round, life always looked up.  Dave liked me.  Or
at least, I thought he did.  Dave would pick me up and throw me around,
wrestle me to the ground and let me pin him.  I thought he was cool.  I
really loved Dave in a little boy way.  When we were together he wouldn't
let Jason pick on me and he never called me Squirt.  My name is Noah, and
that's what he always called me.  I just loved Dave.

I often asked Jason when Dave was coming around again.  Jason would tease
me and ask if I was in love with him.  I wanted to scream yes, but even
then I knew it wasn't strictly kosher to be in love with another guy.  But
I was. Hopelessly.

Whenever Dave came around, my eyes would light up and I would be in his
arms in milliseconds.  He always gave me a smile, a hug and a chaste kiss,
put me down, and tell me later we would play.  He always kept his promise,
and we would play, usually wrestling.  He would always let me win.

Fridays were always a big deal at our house.  Mumma would go ballistic if
there was anything out of place.  Dad would put on a kippa, (a skullcap)
hum Hebrew nigunim (tunes) and look pious, which he wasn't. If he was doing
this, he didn't have to do anything like take out the garbage.  I don't
know what it was with my mother, but she had this really weird religious
streak that came out to play on Fridays.  She and dad both had religious
parents, so I guess that might have been it.  Jason knew that he better be
home at least an hour before sunset or suffer the wrath of god, or worse,
our Mother.

David always understood what was happening on Fridays.  His family had no
religion in them at all.  His mother was Israeli and he was born there. On
Fridays, they didn't even light candles.  My mother thought there were at
least some basics.  Dave was always welcome at our Friday table.

Before he was 13, Jason had to have bar mitzvah lessons.  Again, for some
really weird reason, my mother decided he was going to have an orthodox
style bar mitzvah, but in the Temple.  For months we suffered him
practising his recitation of the haftorah.  It was ghastly.  He did not
have a single tuneful note in his body.  He just knew when to go up, down
or stay on the same note and warble it around.  A cantor he would never be.
Even mumma agreed to that.

Poor Dave came under my mother's eye.

"David Klein, how old are you?"

"Nearly thirteen, Mrs Hakoah."

"And your bar mitzvah is when?"  The Grand Inquisitor was at it.

"I dunno, Mrs Hakoah."

"Oy gevalt!!' said my mother.

It was duck and run for cover time.  If I could have I would have pulled
Dave with me.  However, she had the poor boy in her cross-hairs.  Jason,
brave soul that he was, had already scarpered.  I stayed as support for
Dave, but hid behind him.  His hand reached down and mussed my hair.

"When you say `I dunno' what do you mean?"

"I'm not having a Bar Mitzvah.  My parents think it's rubbish."

I could hear a slight tremble in his voice.  I grabbed his hand and
squeezed. He squeezed back.

I heard my mother give a low "Hmmmmm" and she wandered off.

Dave looked at me and I smiled at him.  He looked kind of fazed.

"What was that about?" he asked

"You're going to have a bar mitzvah," I replied.

David laughed, picked me up and threw me in the air.  I squealed with
delight when he caught me and blew a raspberry on my tummy.  We went to
look for the big, brave Jason.

*

Later that evening, I heard my mother telling my dad, "You go talk to that
Chaim Klein and tell him that if he's too mean to give his son a bar
mitzvah, we shall give him a bar mitzvah."

"Don't you think that's their business, Rivka?"

"You want I should go?  I go or you go. Make up your mind.  Now would be
good."

Dad left for the Klein's.  I heard her shout after dad, "And while you're
at it, check if that boy's bris is kosher."

Mumma was a really nice and kind person.  But when she decided that
something needed to be done, she could act like a feral bitch bulldozer
with a bad period.

I was in no doubt that Dave would have a bar mitzvah – and a kosher bris
(circumcision).  For some reason that thought made me shiver with pleasure.
I couldn't figure out why.

I was a pretty bright kid.  I knew the angst Jason was going through with
learning all his bar mitzvah stuff.  Mumma had bought him a CD set that had
all the torah and haftorah cantillations.  He would practise his bit for
half an hour every day.  Mumma saw to that.  However, I thought I would
steal a march.  I found my portion and started to learn in secret.  I have
a good ear and naturally can also read Hebrew. Soon I was word perfect for
the whole seven sections of the Torah, and the haftorah.  Jason continued
to struggle.

It was a kind of a strange coincidence that David's and my Hebrew birthdays
were the same date.  Our actual birthdates were a bit over two weeks apart.
However, that meant we had the same parsha for our bar mitzvahs.  I didn't
think much about that at the time.

My mum obviously loved Dave too.  On the following Friday afternoon after
the grand inquisition Dave came to visit.  I was wriggling in his arms in
two seconds flat.  Jason was in his room doing his usual moaning, which
passed for him learning his bar mitzvah stuff.

Mumma grabbed David's ear.

She pointed at me in his arms.  "Jettison that, Mr Klein. Now come with me,
already. Noah, you can stay here and mind your business."

I knew the tone.  It meant `argument not tolerated'.  I followed at a
distance anyway.  In the dining room I hid behind a cupboard.

"David, bubele... Mayn shatz..."

Mumma was crooning at him in Yiddish.  She did this only when she really
wanted something... and that something was always big.

"Your momma and your poppa (bless them) have told Mr Hakoah and me that if
you want you can have a bar mitzvah.  David, baby, you are like our son.
You eat with us. You play with us.  You celebrate with us.  You are a
blessing for us. (B'ruch hashem)..."

"God," I thought, "Now she's blessing the Lord in Hebrew...  Where is this
going?"

Mumma was continuing.  "Davey, bubele, will you please do this little thing
for Mr Hakoah and me.  It would be such a blessing for us.  Just a tiny,
little thank-you from you to us for all the love and hospitality we have
given you.  Think how excited Jason will be knowing that you are going to
be men together.  All right, so he's in June and you're in December, but
it's the same year.  I also checked and you and Noah have the same parsha.
He will be so happy.  You will be able to teach him when it's his turn."

Dave looked at mum with a quizzical expression. "The same what, Mrs
Hakoah?"

"The same parsha – weekly section of the torah.  You do know what the
torah is, I presume?"

Back to the usual mother.

I guess she suddenly realised David had not agreed to anything, and she was
back to her ingratiating self.

"Of course you know what the torah is – forgive a little old lady her
joke.  You will do a bar mitzvah for Aunty Rivka, won't you?"

If anyone had said that my mother was a little old lady in her hearing,
they themselves would have grown no older.

"OK, Mrs Hakoah, I s'pose I'll do it."  Dave didn't sound too sure.

"What's with this Mrs Hakoah stuff?  Haven't I told you a million times to
call me Aunty Rivka and Mr Hakoah Uncle Dov...?  Such a coincidence...  he
has the same name as you."  She had an expression on her face that seemed
to say a miracle had just taken place.

"Errr, Dov is different from David, Mrs Aunty Rivka, sorry."  David spoke
Hebrew, as he had been born in Israel.  Mumma gave him a sour look.

Poor David was looking as if his head would spin.  He had been at our place
often enough to see my mother at work on Dad, Jase or me.  However, he had
never been on the receiving end.  I also knew for a fact that before today
if David had dared call her anything but Mrs Hakoah, he would have been
headless.

Mumma was beaming at David.

"Noah, you can come out from behind that cupboard now and go get a tenach
(Jewish Bible) and bring it here."

I hastened to obey.  I was suddenly seized with a bright idea.  I grabbed
my CD player and text and CD of my parsha and brought it as well.

I just caught the tail end of what mumma was saying to Dave...

"... and I will find a recording of your parsha as well."

Dave was still looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a very
fast car.

"I brought the parsha, mumma."

"Good boy.  Now go play."  She didn't even think why I might have had that
particular CD from a stack of 5 or so of them.

Mumma grabbed a kippa from the supply we always kept for visitors who ate
with us, and plonked it on Dave's head.  I headed for my room, grabbed one
of my own kippot and sneaked back to listen.

Mumma was trying to teach him the basics.  She was a lousy singer.  Quite
unconsciously, from under the table where I had crept, I corrected her
chanting in a thin, but clear and tuneful boy soprano.

There was a sudden silence.  The lace of the tablecloth rose, and two
amazed faces appeared.  I could only give a sickly smile back.

Without preamble, Mumma asked, "You know this?"

I could only nod weakly.

"Get out here and let me hear."  Mumma had a strange tone to her voice
which I knew meant she was out of her depth, or genuinely not understanding
something.

I crawled out and stood beside Dave.  Mumma pointed to the Hebrew words in
the book.

I looked at her.  "Do you want me to sing?"

"No," she replied, "I want you should climb Mount Everest."

She wanted me to sing.  David was dead silent in the chair.

He slowly turned and looked me in the eyes.  For the first time, I guess, I
noticed they were blue.  Magic passed into me.  I started to chant...

"Boruch atah adhashem elokainu..."

I heard a sniff from my mother and she fled the room.  I continued to
chant.

"Melech ha-olam... I got to the end of the blessing for reading the
torah. "...notayn ha-torah...  Amayn."

"Amayn, amayn, amayn," half chanted, half spoken emanated from my
mother. "You even know to say `adhashem and elokainu'.  If only your zaydeh
could hear." She spoke as if the old man had died.  He hadn't.  He would
probably hear about this tomorrow evening.

Her eyes seemed a little red, and she sniffed.  She had some tissues in her
hand.  I wondered how I had upset her.  I knew I was in trouble.

"Noah, Noah..." she beamed at me. Now I was confused.  "Noah, Noah... you
have a voice.  She looked at the heavens and rather dramatically flung up
her arms and cried out, "Thank you Lord, my little Noah, mayn schatzli, my
little treasure, (I guessed she added that in case God couldn't speak
Yiddish), my little treasure has a voice."

"You will be a cantor when you grow up. Or better still, a Rabbi – but
one with a voice."  She addressed the Divinity again.  "Thank you God,
thank you, thank you, thank you..."

I wanted to be a vet or a lawyer.

She gave me a big slobbery kiss.  It was one of those yuk ones that mothers
sometimes give.

Her look changed from ecstasy to steely in a split second.  She fixed me
with her eyes in the manner of "you had better tell the truth, or you are
dead".  I knew the look well.  It always pulled out the truth.

"You know all this parsha, and the blessings and the haftorah."

I nodded.

"Nun, za robotu...!"

David looked at me again. "What?" he whispered.

"She means `get to work... now.' It's sort of Russian Yiddish," I whispered
back.

"You mean, mumma, that you want me to teach David."

"No, I want you both should climb Mount Everest. Do not emerge until he
knows the brocha, tune and all."

She left us to it.

"You have a beautiful voice Noah."  David touched my cheek.  I could feel
myself going red and getting fluttery feelings in my tummy.  "You know this
means I'm going to have to spend part of every day with you now.  I'm
sorry, I hope you don't mind."

I could feel my face going red.  Dave was apologising to me for taking my
time.  I couldn't believe it.  I wanted to be with him 24/7.  I wanted to
marry him.  I loved him, even more than Jase.  I wanted to be his.

My eyes brimmed.  I just charged him and hugged him around the neck.  I
took him by surprise and his arms automatically enfolded me.  In a rush I
said to him,

"I really love you and I wanna do this and be with you more than anything."

He kissed me on the nose.  I felt his hand on my backside.

"I really love you too, Noah.  You're better than a little brother."

His hand squeezed my arse, and I felt really good.

Every day, including Saturdays, David would be around to practise with me.
We would sit close together and he would chant and I would chant along with
him.  It was less and less times now that he made a mistake.

Sometimes his hand would fall naturally into my lap.  Sometimes mine would
fall into his.  Whenever that happened, I felt good.  Sometimes, I could
feel his hard dick in his trousers.  He never seemed to mind.  Sometimes, I
felt his fingers wiggle on my dick when his hand was in my lap.  I would
just sigh and snuggle closer.

My mother was pleased at his progress.  Very pleased.  Her Bridge friends
came round on one occasion I was home from school.  I can't remember why.
I know I wasn't sick because I remember eating herring.  If I had been
sick, I would have been in bed eating gallons of chicken soup.  It may have
been the era of antibiotics, modern medicine and organ and stem cell
transplants, but as far as my mother was concerned, chicken soup cured
everything.

She introduced me to the ladies (who all knew me anyway).  "This is Noah.
He's the cantor – the rabbi maybe."

After a whole bunch of stinky, powdery hugs, and kisses of the lipsticky
kind and cheek pinching and "Hasn't he grown" I escaped.

I fled to my room, opened the computer and found the photo of Dave which I
really liked.  He was next to our pool in his speedos.  He was a really
good swimmer and promised to teach me in the summer.  I couldn't wait for
summer.

I thought about what my mother had said.  It appeared she had already
mapped out my career.  Jason was going to be a lawyer.  That's all he had
ever wanted to be.  He was earmarked to go into Chaim Klein and my father's
law firm.  It seemed that Dave was to do the same.

It was winter now and getting to the time of Jason's bar mitzvah.  He was
practising furiously every day.  By this time I knew his portion by heart
as well.  I sometimes would sit with him and chant along with him.  Mumma
was well pleased.  Jason was a really cool big brother.  He would
occasionally let me have a puff of his cigarette, a dark secret we shared.
Mumma would kill him if she knew he had a secret smoke.  She would rekill
him and then some, if she found out he let `the cantor' have a puff.

One afternoon, when we were alone in the house practising, Jase pulled me
close to him.  I knew this meant a special talk, just between brothers.

"You really love Dave, don't you?" he stated rather than asked.

I had never lied to my brother.  Not even the time he asked if I had been
through his things.

I just nodded, kind of weakly.  For some reason I could feel tears in my
eyes.

"Do you feel all tingly down there when you see him or when you're with
him?"  Jase had touched my crotch.

Again I nodded.  I somehow thought it was vaguely wrong, but it felt so
good to be with Dave.

"That's good, Noah, because he feels the same way about you."

It was really hard for me to take this in.

"You mean he feels the same way about me?"

"No, I mean you should go climb Mount Everest."

We both fell back on his bed laughing.  I had never heard Jason use mumma's
expression before.

"How do you know?"

"Look Noah, you're ten.  But you're certainly not stupid. Orright,
orright...so you're eleven.  I'm going to tell you something... and this is
really just between brothers.  Dave is my best friend."

I nodded sadly.  I wanted him to be mine.  But I did have some childish
realism in me.

Jase continued. "We talk about everything...  I mean everything.  And he
told me a couple of times that he really has the hots for you... he really
loves you... he wants to touch you..."

I must have had some sort of expression of incomprehension on my face.

"Look, dipstick, he wants to have you... to strip you naked and himself and
make love to you.  He's horny for you.  He loves it when you touch his
dick.  He loves it when he's touched yours.  He wants to suck you, to kiss
you everywhere, to make love with you... to fuck you...  The other thing
is, I know you want him, too.  Only you don't know it yet."

I could feel tingling in my dick.

"Look at you," said Jase, "You have a hard-on just thinking about it."

Jase squeezed my hard on and I jumped.  My hand accidentally fell into
Jason's lap.  He was hard too.

"You've got a hard-on too," I accused.  I gave it a squeeze, just for fun.
Jase laughed.  He was like that.

"Yeah, I know.  Ya see, I've always really liked Dave too.  We fool around
whenever we can.  But he won't let me fuck him and he won't fuck me until
you let him."

My dumb look must have come back.

Jase was patient.  "Sometimes, Dave and I get into bed without any clothes
on and play with each others' dicks.  I suck his, he sucks mine.  We do
lots of kissing.  It is really fun and makes us better friends. Closer.
But he won't let me put my dick in his arse or put his into mine until you
say it's OK."

I was feeling very warm and very squirmy.  It was extra nice and I wanted
Dave to be here.  I guess I didn't understand quite what Jase was saying,
but I got the gist of it.

"OK Squirt, here's the plan.  On Saturday night we're meant to be going
over to Aunt Aviva's.  Just before shabbat ends, Dave is coming over to ask
for your help with a bit of the parsha.  We've taken all the texts over to
his place."

I nodded. We'd done a couple of practices over there.

"Mumma will have a fit – she always does.  She will then send you over
to the Klein's with enough food to feed an army and you will have the
evening with Dave."

I was feeling good about this plan.

"Dave will ring mumma at about half past nine at Aunt Aviva's and say you
have fallen asleep.  He will keep you for the night and make sure you will
be home on Sunday.  He will ring Sunday and say you are both practising,
and try and keep you all day.  Now the best part is the Kleins are in
Melbourne until Monday.  You and Dave will be by yourselves.  What do you
say?"

I jumped on Jase and kissed him on the lips.  He responded and we had a
very unbrotherly kiss.

"Whoa Squirt, I love you very much and would love to keep going, but I
think you had better wait for Dave, don't you?"

"You are the best big brother in the world, Jase... in the whole wide
world.

Everything went according to plan.  I was jittery all day Saturday.  We
walked to the Temple, and back home.  Mumma and Poppa liked doing that
sometimes.  It was a nice walk.  It was a sunny, but very cold Sydney day.
I was a bit tired when we got back, but I was still jittery.  Mumma told me
to go have a rest after our lunch, but I sat up in the living room reading.
I thought after while I would have a little bit of a snooze and did.  When
I woke up it was dusk.  I knew Dave would be here any minute. I got up and
washed my face.  I combed my hair and looked all the world like someone
going to visit a not so favourite aunt.

There was a knock at the door just as poppa was about to light the havdala
candle.

"Ah, Davey, come in, come in."  Mumma was effusive.

"Hi, Aunty Rivka, Uncle Dov.  Hey Jase, hey Rebbe."

The last was directed at me.  He called me that sometimes because I was his
teacher.  It was our joke.  It was the first time he had said it in front
of my parents, though.  They laughed.  Dad lit the candle, said the
blessing, we smelled the spices, and extinguished the candle.

"Ayn gute vok; a good week," resounded around the dining room, with Dave's
Hebrew "shavuah tov," because he didn't speak Yiddish.

All went according to plan.  Laden with food, Dave and I trotted off to the
Klein's.  However, just before leaving, Poppa ruffled Dave's hair and told
him to treat me well.  Dave went red and muttered something back.  I saw
Jase look at Poppa really strangely.  Poppa smiled gently, patted Dave's
cheek and wandered off.

I didn't think anything about it.  I was with Dave. By myself all evening
and maybe tomorrow. When we arrived, we put all the food in the kitchen.
Our kitchens were usually off limits to me.

Yeah, we had a milk kitchen and a meat kitchen.  Another one of Mumma's
things from her youth.  Our family was really orthodox about some things,
and really, really liberal about others.  Go figure.  Mumma loved the idea
from the Temple that God wasn't only a male, but equally female.  She loved
the idea of women wearing kippot and prayer shawls, and being called to the
torah.  But she also loved the old traditions as well.

I didn't know if dad liked the old traditions or not.  He did them.  It
pleased mumma and their parents.  I later found out poppa and mumma were
very liberal in outlook.

Anyway we stowed our food into the kitchen.  I was shaking a bit.  So was
Dave.

We sat on the sofa, a little apart.

"Um, did Jase talk to you Noah."

"Yeah."

"What did you think?"

"I was very happy and I really, really love you Dave."

He scooted over to me and held me.  I wanted to be here forever.  I looked
up at him and his face came towards mine.  He kissed me on the lips.  I
somehow knew what to do.  Soon we were cuddling and kissing like there was
no tomorrow.

"Do you want to come up to my bedroom and do the other things Jase told you
about."

"Yeah," I whispered.

In a moment, we were on his bed, making out.  We kissed and cuddled and our
hands moved everywhere.  His hand slipped under my shirt and he was feeling
my skin.  This stepped my heat up a notch.  My hand matched his.  I felt
his skin for the first time.  I was in heaven.

Suddenly Dave stopped.

"Can I take your shirt off?"

I nodded.

"Can I take my shirt off?"

I smiled and nodded very enthusiastically.

Suddenly our shirts were off.  I touched Dave's chest and he shuddered.

"I just love your touch, Noah."

He picked me up and hugged me to himself.  The feelings of skin on skin
were electric.

I am not sure where it came from, but I said, "Let's take all our clothes
off."

Dave didn't even take time to agree.  His trousers and jocks were off in a
split second.  He helped me remove mine.  We looked at each other naked for
the first time.  His cock was stiff and proud.  His balls just hung there.
I was so small compared to him.  I was embarrassed at how small I was.  He
leaned forward and kissed the end of my dick.  His tongue darted around it.
I cried out in joy.  I loved my David.

David laid me down as if I was something very precious.  He kissed me a
million times and kept telling me how much he loved me.  Tears came to my
eyes.  He was really concerned.

"Noah, what's wrong baby, what's wrong?"

"You won't give me a turn to tell you back that I love you!"

He gave a short laugh.

"Please tell me that a gezillion times, Noah.  You make me the happiest
person in the world every time you say it.  Noah, I love you."

I held my David really tight and kept on telling him that I loved him.
Dave was rubbing his cock on my tummy and kissing me and fondling my little
hard-on.  He played with the top and my wrinkly sack.  He kissed every part
of me.  I was in heaven.  Then suddenly I started to feel wound up.  My
dick started to feel very hard.  I told Dave I needed to wee.  He just went
down on my pricklet and started to suck and tickle it with his tongue.  I
climbed a mountain and fell over the top.  I fell even more in love with
Dave.  I wanted him to become part of me and me of him.  I should say I
didn't understand that at the time, but that's how it felt.  I had had my
first orgasm.

Somehow, this made me feel more fiery inside for David.  I touched his face
and he kissed me again and again.  I told him I loved him, over and over.
We were together and I didn't ever want to be separated from him.

"Can I give you the feeling too, please Dave."  I looked into his beautiful
eyes.

"Only if you want to, my little love.  Only if you want to.

I kinda knew I needed to suck his dick.  So I quickly went down on him.  I
noticed, but hadn't really noticed, the hair around his cock.  But I did
now, and I loved the feel of it and the smell.  I nuzzled in with my nose.

"Stop, little one, stop," he exclaimed. "I should tell you something.  You
are making me feel so good.  But when I have the feeling, white stuff
shoots out of my dick."

"You mean sperm? Is it gross?" I asked in wonder.

"No, no, not at all.  In fact it's very good... but it can be messy.  Some
people drink it if it goes in their mouth.

"What do you like, Dave?  Do you want me to drink it?"

"I would like that very much, but it is up to you.  You do what you feel
you want to do.  Everything with you is good for me."

I began to slurp on his really upstanding willy.  It became even more hard
and Dave started to cry out.  "I love you Noah, I love you Noah" over and
over again.  Then the torrent of juice started.  It was the sweetest drink
I had ever had... it came from my David.

David held me tight and I tried to ooze through his skin and be inside him.
I couldn't quite make it.  He kissed me and tasted his own spoof in my
mouth.  He licked me and kissed me and kept on telling me how much he loved
me.  I could only purr.

Then my hands started to wander.  I felt my David on his back, down his
arse around his cock and balls.  I kissed him.  He let me do as I liked and
I loved him for it.  I was feeling very hot inside.  At my age now, I know
it was real passion, back then I just felt it was a fire that made me love
David.  It made me want to be with him and feel him and have him feel
me... It made me want to kiss him and have him kiss me... It made me want
him to be mine, and me to be his total slave.

"I love you, Dave," I whispered.  Again he came, unannounced.  We kissed
and started to giggle.  I licked the juice from his tummy and he licked it
from mine.  Again we kissed.  I wonder we didn't have chafed lips after
that Saturday night.

My belly growled at the same time as his did.  "Let's eat something," said
Dave.

"Fine," I replied, and started to nibble his ear.

"No, bad boy," he laughed, "You no eat your Davey – Davey eat you!"

And he went down on my dick and started to nibble and lick.  My giggles got
worse.

Suddenly he jumped up from the bed and headed out to the kitchen.

He was gone so fast, I hardly knew what happened.

"Now what has Aunty Rivka packed for us?"

There was chicken and salad and some soup to heat up.  It was beetroot soup
– borshch – my over-the-moon favourite.  There was gefilte fish and
bagels.  In fact there was a Jewish feast.  What made her pack such a feed
was beyond me.  Surely she didn't think we'd starve with Aunty Devorah and
uncle Chaim. She didn't know they were in Melbourne.  However, my mother
and food seemed to be extensions of each other and I didn't think too much
about it.  I nearly always took something when I went over.  Jase didn't.
I guess it's because he and Dave were best friends and were always at each
others' places.

Outside our house, no-one ate kosher.  Another one of my mother's
inconsistencies.

As we were chowing down, I asked Dave about something Jason had said to me.

"Dave, what did Jason mean when he said you wouldn't let him fuck you and
you wouldn't fuck him until I let you? Do you really want to put your dick
in me?"

Dave stopped chewing and swallowed.  He looked me straight in the eyes.  I
almost fainted.

"Noah, that would be the best thing in the world we could do.  I think you
are still too young...

I started to protest.

"I think you might be a bit small back there, yet."

"I'm not, you know..."

"How do you know?" he questioned.  "Have you tried it?"

"No of course not... This is the first time I've done this ever.  And I
think Jase might want to do things with me too... but he said I had to wait
for you..."  I looked to Dave for enlightenment. "I don't understand."  I
felt a bit glum about this.

"Look Noah. It's like this.  I love you so much I could die.  If I think
about you, my stomach goes tight.  I always feel good when I think about
you.  I don't know how to put it, but you are like my superhero.  I just
love you to pieces and I don't want anything to come between you and my
love for you.  If that means not letting Jase do what he wants with me,
then that's what it takes.  It's the same going the other way.  If it means
me not doing some things with Jase, then so be it.  Do you think you
understand?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and I slowly nodded.  I just grabbed my Dave and
hugged him.  I kissed him too, and dragged him off to the bedroom.  I
jumped on his bed and pulled him with me.  He was hard again.

"Are you going to put it in me this time?" I whispered.

"If you want me to, I will try," he responded.

"I want you to..."

He kissed me very hard and started to finger me all over.  He came to my
arse and started to tickle my hole.  Again I went all squirmy.  It felt
just wonderful.  I don't know where it came from, but suddenly my bottom
was slippery with lube.  He slipped a finger into me and it was the best
feeling in the world.  After a little while, he slipped another finger in.
This felt even better.  Nothing was hurting at all.  But then this was my
David, and nothing could hurt with him.

I thought I should try to touch him on the hole.  I ran my finger down his
cleft and felt the slight roughness of his arsehole.  He convulsed and
kissed me hard again.

"Noah, my Noah... I want you forever..." he cried out.

"Go inside me," I demanded.  "Put it inside me. Now!"

His hard cock played at my back door.  I pushed towards him, and he was
inside me.  His cock speared me to my heart.  He was truly inside me.  My
love almost made me burst.  My tears started flowing.  His concern was
immediate. I reassured him these were tears of joy.  We started a rhythm
together.  A rhythm that was our love and has never decreased, but has over
the years grown into something so big, it is impossible to describe.

The tempo increased as did Dave's hugs and kisses.  My movements seemed to
want to swell with him and somehow together we rode a storm of cataclysmic
proportions.  We were sweaty and stank a bit.  He deposited a load in me
that was so huge I couldn't contain it all.  I knew, I just knew with total
certainty – no faith – just a sure knowledge - that we were together
for eternity.

I could not believe how wonderful we were together.  It was hard to
accredit the wonderful feelings I had for David to my little heart.  But I
had them.  I was now totally his and he had given me all of himself.

We fell asleep wrapped in each other.


I woke up as grey light was filtering into the room.  I was aware of two
beautiful blue eyes looking at me.  My David was gazing at me.  He saw my
eyes flutter open. He whispered to me "I love you Noah Hakoah."  I
whispered back to him "I love you David Klein." He leaned over and kissed
me.  I kissed him back.

"I have to pee..."  I pushed back the doona and looked at our naked bodies.
I touched Dave's cock and was thrilled at the sensation it produced in me.
I had to go.

I raced off to the loo and let forth a mighty stream.  Well it wasn't that
mighty.  I was only 11 going on 12 after all.  Dave stood next to me and he
let go with his stream too.

He said, "I wanted to see you pee, so I held on."

I kinda smiled at that and watched his piddle stream out.  I shook off and
touched his dick again.  He finished, shook off and started to stiffen.

"Are we going to do it again?" I asked.

"Do you want a shower first?"

"No," I replied. "All I want to do is make love... and I love how you
smell... all stinky and sweaty."

I can say the sweat was quickly diminishing as the central heating had not
yet kicked in for the day.  So we quickly dived into bed into the warmth of
the doona and each other.  I kissed Dave and he kissed me.  We were soon
lost in each other.  I can't remember how many times we made love.  It was
three or four, and nature asserted itself.  I was hungry and said so. David
was too.  So we attacked my mother's hamper of food.

As we were chowing down, I said "Dave, we had better have at least one
practise.  Mumma will ask, and she always knows if I am fibbing."

We practised for about half an hour, and Dave finally did it perfectly.
Not a single mistake did he make.  I was over the moon about that, because
I would race in (when I finally got home) and shout at mumma that Dave had
done it without a single mistake.  That would answer her unasked question
about practise, and infer we had been at it for hours.

After Dave had it perfect, he asked me if he could have a reward.  I said
that of course he could – anything I could give him.  He asked me for my
arse.

"It's yours – don't ask!"

We giggled our way to the bedroom and again he took me with his gentle
loving.  His strong, lusty cock pierced me to my heart again.  He was the
perfect lover.  Not quite 13, but perfect.  I just loved what he did with
his cock.  I could touch him anywhere. I could do anything to him.  I look
back to that time and frequently wonder how we little kids knew how we
should be with each other.

But know we did. Oy, we knew.

TBC

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