Date: Sun, 25 Apr 1999 09:18:13 PDT From: Lars Culverine Subject: Richie's Hickey (young-friends) WARNING: This story contains concensual intimate plays between a teenager and a pre-teen boy. If you are under 18 or under the legal age in your area to freely read this category of stories or if such story isn't your cup of tea then please stop reading and exit this file now. Likewise if you would seek/catch an inspiration from this story, if you would acted criminal after reading it, please do not read any further. Neither the author nor the Archive itself and its representatives are responsible for your acting. Only you are. DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction although it was based originally on a single true event. Which means that everything described is purely fictional, true names (if any) replaced by fictious ones etc. None of actions depicted really have happened. Any resemblance with names of films, game and console titles, as well as other possible names well-known to the public that would occur in the story is purely coincidental and is in no way used neither for commercial purposes nor for denigration of their respective owners. CONTACT: All replies absolutely welcome, feel free to use my reply-mailbox but please don't bother to flame me. We're the way we are, nobody can help it. If you feel offended, you have been warned not to read. So there. I would like to thank Link Kid from Kokiri, who was so kind and helped with proof-reading of this story. Happy reading to everyone! RICHIE'S HICKEY Copyright 1999 by Lars M. Culverine t/b b/t mast etc. as usual :-) It was Wednesday 10:30 in the morning and the salutary bell-ring announced the very end of the hideous class of history... Oh, I'm sorry, I just forgot to introduce myself... Well, my name's Alex, I recently turned 17 and I must admit I was one of those desperate loners they had to get up with the fact that except that they grew up with body and mind there was something else what grew inside them, something embarrasing, dreading, something that made them feel excommunicated from the common crowd, something what they had to suppress in their mind. Yes, I found out I was a 'boy-lover', I had to cope up with the fact that I like boys more than any other beings all over the world. It would be nice and acceptable if I was a GAY at least, which would mean I could love boys LEGALLY with no question asked but such was not the case - I'm not interested in loving boys around my age, I'm fond of pre-teen boys. My loneliness however wasn't that visible, I had lots of friends (even girlfriends) all around and many of them were round my age. I also tried to be very careful when making friends with the little ones, hiding my affection to them as much as I could. It was often rather difficult to hide it, especially when the kids were immensely happy of having such a 'big' friend, expressing their fondness to me. I'm actually NOT that big, with my 5'8" and 118 pounds and this was probably the reason why I made friends with the little kids so easily. And suddenly there came a day when my whole existence exploded and its rotating pieces caused to collide the land of my wildest dreams with the world of reality for I was allowed to indulge the life-time experience with one of my little friends... Once again, then: it was the famous morning break when it all started and it was on Wednesday, I won't probably forget that day ever... Streams of rushing and humming teenagers were flowing out of their classes and mingled the main-stream of folks heading out to the playground. So was I, a single unit in between dozens of anonymous faces, intending to rest my bones somewhere outside if not drain my physical energy on the playground with soccer, shooting hoops and stuff. "Hi!" a small voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw one of my young friends, Richie, smiling broadly. He always makes my heart pound rapidly, he's a very cute and lovable kid. Now you can open your imagination: a slender blondie with honey-brown eyes, he turned 12 last June, he must have been no more than 5'2"-5'3" tall, he usually wore his pale-blue jeans and dark-red T-shirt with an unbelievably deep V reaching almost to his mid-ribs, exposing a good deal of his slightly tanned chest and allowing a tiny necklace with Gemini zodiac-symbol to sparkle on it. That V, together with the necklace and with his long, thick eyelashes turned Richie into an idol-boy, a perfect girl-dream, lots of sixth-grade girls had a continuous crush on him. Such affection could have been embarrassing for him but his solution was easy: he fell in love with an older girl from the seventh grade and as she herself was fond of him, too, they started to date. If you have never experienced how such a cute sixth-grader's crush-on looks like, it's something truly awesome. He constantly talks about her and about what they did when they were dating, his eyes wide, almost passionate expression in his face evident, sometimes slightly red, his voice lowered into a conspiratorial whisper, in short, it's wonderful. I love it when he shares his feelings with me, though deep inside me I feel a bit, just a little bit hurt that all that affection, passion and love would probably never be referred to me. But there was nothing to do about it. It was HIS life and I had no right to violate its happy flow just only to turn his attention to me. I had no right to break his young puppy love. It's been far enough that I could witness and SHARE it with him. Besides, if he would have loved ME, he would certainly tell me... "Hi, yourself!" I replied, with my eyebrows lifted, having not expected I would meet HIM just now. "May I talk to you for a while? I'd like to show you something," he lowered his voice into his familiar whisper. "Ok," I shrugged, partly wondering what would that be, partly incredibly happy that the warming sun of his presence lit the dull morning for me. Then I noticed his soft scarf he wore on his neck. Maybe he's got a sore throat or something, I thought for myself. But he hadn't. It was something much, much better. When we reached a place where nobody could disturb us, he searchingly spied the surroundings first and then, after he took his scarf off, he exposed the right side of his neck for me to see it, flaunting proudly: "Look, what I've got!" At first, I couldn't see anything. And then... *SLAP!* There it was! I spotted a small oval, a purple bruise the shape of which clearly and undoubtedly betrayed its origin. It was placed under his right cheek, in the 'mostly petted' area of the neck. "Hey, man, you've got a HICKEY!" I smiled, my eyes widened. "Yeah!" he answered with a broad smile, his wonderful eyes sparkling, radiating with joy. "That's from Peggy, I s'ppose, isn't it?" I asked. "Bet it is," Richie smirked, "she gave me that hickey when we were hanging out together, yesterday evening!" "Wow, that's cool," I admired, "you two seem to be pretty comfortable with each other!" I added, teasingly. "Well, yeah, it was truly awesome. We really had a good time. But, you know," he lowered his voice again, "it was even better!" "What?!" I didn't believe my own ears, "even better than just a hickey?" "Yeah..." he breathed out, absent-minded and his eyes were glaring, he was smiling sweetly, as if remembering the marvellous moments that had passed yesterday. Then he looked directly into my eyes: "Hey,... promise, you won't tell anyone, ok?" "Ok, I promise," I answered and we sealed the deal with our familiar touch of clenched fists, "You really care to tell me about it?" "Yeah, it's 'cos you're older, and you would understand, my mates would just laugh at me, and then everybody would tell," he replied. Then he paused and after a short while of hesitation he told me his story: "You know, when we met yesterday she was totally pissed, at me you know, she told me I was such a horny bastard that just used her up. I didn't understand what was that all about, and she told me that Sue, the one who sits with me in the desk, told her about me flaunting in front of her that me 'n Peggy were kissing 'n feeling each other and that I was dating Peg only at that purpose. Man, it DID last a hell of time until I could explain that I never did what Sue told her about, that Sue's just jealous, that she wanted me and Peggy to split so that she could get me. But Peggy's smart, she understood and we almost cried when everything was good between us again. Then we both were thinking out the most terrible revenges to Sue, we had a lot of laugh with it, and then we went to her place. When we came over to her room, we just stood there for a while like idiots, esp'cially me but then she hugged me, I hugged her back and we started to kiss..." ('This is going to be VERY interesting,' I thought to myself, smiling.) "...and then we were just feeling and petting each other, we sank on her bed, she started to suck on my neck, it was wild, I just closed my eyes and thought I'd explode and then she stopped and gave me a wet kiss... Wow, I never kissed with a tongue, it was awesome, but I thought about myself I was a dodo 'cos I didn't know how to wet-kiss properly. I wanted to tell her but she just hushed me and began to teach me how!" "...er... and have you learnt how to?" I asked jokingly. "Oh, yeah, she was brilliant! But it was even better. After we've finished, I was totally hazy, I couldn't move, I asked whudda we gonna do then, and she just whispered: 'whatever you want!' Then I grinned and said: 'Ok, kneel down 'n don't bite!' Man, I didn't mean to, I was just kidding but she really did it!" "WHAT?!" "Well... she... she just dropped my pants and grabbed softly my dickey and she was REALLY about to do it! She was about to suck me off!" (I started to sweat a little, my mouth got dry, familiar ants began to tingle me down there...) "And... did she... did she do it?" I stammered, my eyes wide, looking in disbelief at Richie who blushed in the darkest red. "Uh... no, it was pretty close, but. It scared the crap outta me! You know, I love her, I just didn't want to cum in her mouth..." "You don't say," I teased. ('Teasing mode' was the only thing I could cover my growing excitement behind at the moment) "You already CAN cum?" "Well... not yet but I KNOW I'm about to... I've read about som'where, you know, that boys start cumming when they're about 12. And I've BEEN 12, I was scared it's gonna happen just when she'd sucked me!" "I don't think she'd mind," I said, my voice trembling and huskier than usual, "if she loves you that great deal..." "Really?" Richie asked with a slight smile, "I wasn't gonna do it anyway, I was really 'fraid of and I told her. She just stroked my hair, kissed me and said I was a 'sillie'. She even said my dickey was 'so cute'. I said I was sorry and that I liked those hugs'n kisses best and so we kissed'n caressed each other for ages... and then the damn little bro' of hers came home and we had to stop... he came upstairs to his room and saw us anyway and he giggled a lot and said he'd tell her mom. So I had to promise I'd bring my PlayStation soon again for him to play with it!" "You should tell him you'd never, never and ever bring it to him again if he tells his mom 'bout you'n Peggy," I said out loud what flashed upon my mind. "That's what I did, too," Richie smirked, "'t was the only chance to keep his mouth shut." he paused and then his expression became serious again, "Say, does it really feel that good, you know... to f... to make love? Does it hurt her a lot? I don't wanna hurt her, you know..." Oh, my God, I thought to myself, what am I gonna tell him? He was absolutely welcome to share his questions with me but where the hell he came to feel that I was the right person for him to answer?! I was moved that he picked up ME to share and to trust but on the other hand, I was scared I would break his image of myself being an experienced and trustful friend. He hadn't had even less experience with girls than myself! "Well..." I cleared my throat, my thoughts churning, "it's... it's really wonderful, you know. When you're sure you wanna do it and she's sure as much as you are, if you both love each other so much that you'd die one for the other, it's... it's totally awesome... And yeah, it may happen, it'd hurt her but if you're really gentle and take it slow, it won't and then it's going to be somethin' you both never forget!" Now I really felt miserable for in fact, I actually expressed my own thoughts and desires except that I substituted the original boy-gender in it with the female one. But, from my position, this sounded as the best way to answer his question. Suddenly I picked up a thought: "Hey, you ain't gonna do it soon, are you?" The boy widened his eyes and chuckled: "'Course not! I was just wondering, that's all... But... please, don't laugh... I... I som'times pretend I lay in my bed with her... doing stuff with her... I just rub myself down there and it feels so good... Say it isn't any wrong to do that stuff, please, say it isn't!" "No, it isn't. There is nothing to be ashamed of when you do that stuff," I quietened him, "because it helps you get rid of your tension but I think it would be wiser to do that... you know... in the bathroom where you can freely jack-off..." Richie's face cleared: "So that's what is a jack-off for! To help me get rid of those 'horny feelings', right?" "Right!" I laughed at his easy explanation. "Hey and what's the difference between doing a jack-off in my bed and doing it in the bathroom? It's pretty the same, isn't it?" "Oh, yeah, I guess," I answered, "but after you start cumming it's going to be really messy, you know..." "What?! Like that I'd messed my bed all over with my sp-... Ha-ha-ha-ha!" The boy laughed out loud and the more he was picking up the thought, the harder he laughed. "Don't laugh," I quieted him, "it could be really embarrassing! When it happened to me, you know... for the first time, I had no clue I could cum already and I was just jacking-off on and on, and suddenly it shot out and it went all over me! It was gross!" Richie stopped, his eyes widened but the image of me being covered with cum from head to toe made him explode in another fit of hysterical giggles. It took him quite a while to quieten completely. Then he spoke calmly, adding apologetically: "I'm sorry, mate, but I just couldn't help it! It was so funny!" "That's ok," I replied conciliatorily, "I'm not mad at you." "I know," the boy said, his voice trembling a bit, "you're my best friend and you like me a lot, don't you?" "Yeah, I do," I answered honestly. But the boy had something else in his mind. "Say, you're really my best friend, you'd never tell anyone, whatever it was, would you? You'd never get mad at me whatever I've done, please, say you wouldn't!" "No, I guess, I wouldn't. I'd try to understand, I think," I answered, my eyebrows slightly raised. What was that all about? I wondered what he was up to when he pleaded me that urgently? But I was to find out soon. He paused and then he spoke again, hesitantly: "You know... I'd like to see... how does... how does the sperm look like... I... I've never seen it before... Please don't get mad... would you...? Would you care to show me?" *WHAM!!!* A ten-ton hammer fell crushing on my head! I stared at him dumbly, partly in disbelief, partly in a dumbfounded haze. What a challenge for a concealed boy-lover! I was terribly scared, I can tell you but from his point of view, I wasn't going to do anything that would spoil his soul forever. However, there was a difference between his and mine comprehension of that situation. Only boy-lovers would understand what I mean, other people would hardly do. "Ok, I'll show you," I sighed, "but you gotta promise you'd never tell anyone!" "Sure, I wouldn't, anyway," he shrugged. And so I started 'with it'. I didn't want to expose myself too much, I just pulled my clothes down the necessary way as I was used to when taking a pee. I began to stroke and rub my already not-so-innocently looking thingy. The presence of a boy, of that boy I liked so much, of a boy that was watching me doing 'it', all this caused to minimize my usual 'wake-up time' and soon, much sooner than usual I felt I was approaching the point of no return. My breathing become erratic, my mind blurred, I was almost at the peak, I only managed to whisper: "It's coming, Richie!" and just when I excitedly whispered his name, it was already too much. I felt as if something tightened down there and right after that my muscle jerked and a wild shot of milky cum followed, pulsing stream of hot liquid seemed endless and the pleasure it gave me was beyond my wildest dreams... I had never experienced such a powerful orgasm before. It took me a while to fully recover. Then I opened my eyes and smiled happily at Richie, who was standing there, stunned from the power of my performance. "Wow," he only managed to say. After a while he added: "Man, that was cool! When you closed your eyes, you went all shaky and then it started shooting. It must've felt so good, huh?" "Oh buddy," I whispered in a state of total bliss, "it was incredible!" "Hey, your dickey's soft again!" he pointed suddenly, "how come it is? When I jack-off, mine's hard all the time!" "Well maybe that's the difference between those 'dry' jack-offs of yours and 'wet' jack-offs of mine. You can jack-off several times and your dickey will be always hard. But it doesn't make you feel that good as me, I s'ppose. When I jack-off till I shoot it feels much better than it felt before, when I haven't shoot yet. But, my body feels always tired after that as much as my dickey does and maybe that's why he's sleepy now," I said. (I was surprised how easily I was able to explain all that stuff to him, and how relaxed he was when accepting that.) Richie stepped closer, reached out and with a single finger he took a sample of my 'milky-stuff' that landed on the tiled wall. He inspected, examined and explored the sample as if he was a lab scientist. "It's sticky," he declared. Then he smelled at it: "Uh! Smells funny, but!" and finally he dared to touch it slightly with the tip of his tongue: "Yuck! That's thick!" Then he looked at me and asked: "Say it's true that those gay men do like when another men cum into their mouths?" "Yeah, that's true," I answered. "No way, man! They REALLY do drink the stuff and SWALLOW it?" "Yeah." "ALL the load?!" "Yeah." "Man, that's gross! BLEAGH!" he wrinkled his nose and twisted his mouth in disgust, "you don't tell me they even LIKE it!" "Oh, yeah, they do! Or at least I think they do. They... they don't mind, I s'ppose. It's because they love each other so much that they would probably never mind. I think it's pretty the same like between Peg 'n you." "No it isn't!" the boy retorted, "With us it's between a girl 'n a boy! I'd never let such a faggot cum into my mouth! Not even suck me off!" "Well why are you so mad at those people? It's not their fault they're the way they are," I objected. ('Watch out!') "'Cos they always start somethin'. I just don't like them, I've heard some of them even rape l'il kids like me," the boy answered. "Everybody doesn't have to be like that, Richie." ('Watch your mouth, goddamned!') "Oh, man, you speak as if you were one of them," the boy burst out. "M-maybe I am," I stammered. ('SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!!') Too late. His big eyes betrayed too late how oathsome mistake has been done. His face in disbelief, he asked with trembling voice: "You... you're... a gay?" I had to summon all the powers I could to be able to look into Richie's eyes: "No, Richie, I'm not a gay." "Don't tell me a lie," he replied nervously, his breath rapid, his voice more high-pitched from irritation. My face went pale in an absolute terror. There was no way back. I had to admit. And I knew how painful it was going to be, for both of us. "I do not... I'm... I'm more than a gay. I'm a 'boy-lover'." "No." Richie's eyes watered with tears and his chin trembled, as we both suddenly realized that our world broke down forever and ever and that the wound caused by that would never heal. "That makes me love boys like you, not the guys around my age, you see? And I'd like you to know that I'd never..." "No! You traitor! You tricked me! I'll kill 'ya!" he jumped to me and began to beat me into my chest with his clenched fists, tears streaming through outbursts of anger, hate and hopelessness. Then he ran away into the corner of the room and broke down in there, sobbing silently. I carefully stepped closer to him in an (not actually useful) attempt of soothing him: "I'm sorry, Richie, I should've told you but I couldn't!" As I reached out to soothingly stroke his hair as we were used to, he jumped and knocked my arm furiously with his hand: "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU GAY BASTARD!!!" "Richie... I..." "GET LOST! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!!" My eyes filled with tears and my emotional lump has already overgrown. I broke down no less than Richie did and ran desperately away... + + + Heavy clouds were accumulating on the afternoon sky but they were nothing compared to those I had in my mind. I have never felt that miserable. I lost one of my best friends! And what was the worse, it was my fault! Failing to shut up, I betrayed my deepest secret to one of those I loved so much! Unfortunately, the content of that secret was far too serious for such a fragile little human being like Richie to stand. I wasn't mad at him, I was mad, furiously mad at myself. I didn't care if he would tell about me, the feelings of guilt in my mind were so strong that I wouldn't be able to even look at people in general for long time. I hurt him! Not physically but in a way that seemed to be much more painful than physical pain. A betrayal of the best friend! A reveal of the hidden, yet the more disgusting secret! I was hanging around somewhere, without any particular place of destination, and, to tell the truth, I didn't care. Sorrow and despair overflowed my body, my mind, my soul, my spirit. I even found myself thinking about suicide, just when I was walking over the bridge above the railroad track, it was a brief second, why not to turn off the brain, it'll be just a moment, 50 feet way down, through the kilovolt-loaded wires, to the cold steel of the rails... but it was Richie, who saved my life. I imagined him how he was angry with me for what he learnt about me and then, after he had learnt about my death, how he would feel guilty, how he would feel it was his fault that I killed myself. And that thought, the thought of Richie's worrying little soul, of a scar in it that would be burnt in there like the mark of Cain's only because I was so selfish and wanted to quit myself without thinking about the others, all this made me raise my head and I, sniffing a bit, biting my lips, continued in my journey of no destination. I wasn't sure how long I had been walking around, it could be hours, it could be also minutes. But who cares. In such state of despair you hardly watch the time. And suddenly, I noticed a small figure sitting on the bank of the river, knees up to its chin, pressed together with arms around them. When I stepped closer I realized it was a little boy, and in the next moment I recognized him. It was Richie! My heart leaped. I came over as close as I dared, and, with my voice trembling, I greeted, uncertain: "Hello, Richie?" He turned his head... and I saw he was crying. His eyes watered with tears whose salty-tracks were evident on his slightly reddened little face. I startled, fearing the worst, that he would jump at me again, accusing me hysterically. But he didn't. The only thing he did was that he looked at me sadly and just said: "Go away!" with no spot of anger in his voice. Suddenly I felt so much love for him, I felt I had to wipe off his sadness, and cast at least a slight smile on his face. He deserved that! "You cry because of what you've learnt about me, right?" I asked carefully. The boy shook his head no. Good grief! He isn't mad at me?! Oh, God, please, say he isn't mad at me, say he isn't! "Then what's wrong? What's happened to you, Richie?" "Don't call me like THAT! I'm RICHARD!" "Ok... Richard. I know you're mad at me. I know you are. But... would you care to tell me what happened to you? Whatever you've learnt about me until now, you know I was always here for you to hear you out, you know it, don't you?" The boy nodded. "You know I've never, NEVER and ever touched you to hurt you, don't you?" The boy nodded again. "Then, would it that be any different BEFORE you knew about me and AFTER that?" Still without a word spoken, Richie shook his head no. Then he sighed and looked at me. His chin trembled and his eyes watered again as he admitted: "Peg 'n I... we split!" Shocked, I stunned and stood there like petrified. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I whispered almost inaudibly. "Now I lost TWO of my best friends in just one day!" he mumbled through tears, with his small voice thicker than usual, "In just one day! You and Peggy! That's not fair!" Screaming out loud all this was too much for him and he broke down, sobbing silently. My heart was bleeding, I myself was about to cry, I was so sorry for him! "No, you never lost me," I almost whispered with a serious tremor in my voice, "I always wanted to be your best friend. But now it's over and it's my fault!" "But it's NOT your fault you are the way you are, goddamned!" he retorted angrily through tears, "I realized that too, but it was too late! And then I had 'n argument with Peg again and she dumped me!" He wailed desperately. "Richard, I'm so sorry, really I am," I said silently. His answer was stunning. He jumped on me and hugged me fiercely, desperately, revealing pure outburst of deep suffering. "Alex, I won't get mad at you! Never and ever! I don't care who you are! Please, can I be your little Richie again? Please, say I can!" He got me. Tears running from my eyes, my mind was overwhelmed from love and from the wonderful feeling of joy as I realized that everything was possibly going to be all right between us again. "Oh, Richie!" I let out a sob, "forever and ever!" I hugged him back, even fiercer than he did before. Our bodies rested for some marvellous moments in a tender, yet firm, friendly hug, the boy trembled a bit, having his blonde little head right under my chin. The relieving glow of the healing positive energy from our forgiveness, love and mutual understanding was so strong that I, completely overwhelmed from it, tenderly clasped Richie's shivering body to mine and planted a light kiss on his head. I immediately felt the cold wave of shock as I realized I might have gone too far. But Richie, although surprised (much less than I would expect, I must say), he didn't take that to his heart wrong. He only lifted his head, his eyes met mine and he whispered, partly in disbelief, partly in joyful surprise: "You... you REALLY love me!" "Yes. Yes, I do, Richie. 'You mind? Just tell me you do and I'll leave you alone, ok?" The boy aimed his sight down to the ground. Then he stammered the most wonderful words I have ever heard from him: "I... I don't mind you love me. It's just... It's just a l'il bit weird, you know? I gotta get used to it. But... it's good of you that you told me. And I'm glad it's you who loves me 'cos you're my friend, my b-best friend..." What I only could manage to say was: "Richie...!!!" and my voice failed. "Shhhh," the little one whispered in answer, he put his finger soothingly on my lips, he embraced me hesitantly around my shoulder and planted a brief, moist kiss on my cheek. "Feel better?" At first, I stunned from the most wonderful shock ever. Then I only managed to burrow my face into his glaring-blonde strands of hair, whispering heavily through sobs: "Oh, Richie, I will never forget what you have done for me! I owe you so much!" Then I looked at him and tried to smile through tears. "It's ok, it's ok," Richie smiled back, moved no less than I was, "we both hurt each-other although we never wanted that to happen. But now it's over and I'm glad you're my best friend again." "I'm glad, too," I said, my voice getting slowly into normal, "you can never imagine how unhappy I was. I thought I would never see you again!" "Yeah," he answered, "but I'm here. And even if Peg's gone, I've got you now at least..." He paused and then added: "Man, that's cool! My girl dumps me and the next one who I bump into is a teenager that falls in love with me! Hehe!" We both giggled heartily and this was the final charge to those clouds in our minds. They were gone forever and so was the sorrow and despair. Soon after, we were prattling carelessly, like two old chaps. The surrounding world perceived us as two immensely happy boys who were going home. "'You wanna play Tekken3 at our place?" Richie asked. "Sure," I answered, "you beat me last time, I must get even. Besides, I've learnt some tricks, you'll see!" "I'm sooooo scared," Richie extended with a smirk. "Hehe! Like I said, you'll see. Did you know that each character has the whole three or even more pages of special attacks?" "WHAT?!? How did you know?" "I found them on the 'net!" I smirked proudly. "Sure, cheats 'n all!" the little one retorted. "Oh no, not at all! Those were regular moves. A complete list of special attacks for each character! No cheats!" "And... have you learnt... all of them?" Richie said, with his eyes widened, his self-confidence a bit shattered. "You'll see!" I answered with a very knowing smile. + + + We arrived at their place. Richie unlocked the door and peeked inside: "Hello?" Silence. "Uh-oh!" Richie exclaimed, with his voice full of expectation and entered. I followed his example. Richie suddenly bent down and reached for a piece of paper, on the carpet in the corridor. "'Hi, sweetheart,'", he read aloud and smiled, embarrassed, "'we went downtown to arrange something for our holidays and to do some shopping. We'll be back around 6. Mom & Dad. PS: Behave. Maybe there'll be a surprise for you!'" He turned to me, his eyes glaring from astonishment: "Wow, that's great! Mom 'n' Dad aren't at home! They'll come back around 6! We've got the whole house for ourselves! We can play in the living-room!" My eyes widened: "Yeah, that'll be cool! We can plug the console to the big TV and to your dad's stereo, too!" Richie stunned, uncertain: "Well, I'm not sure how to plug the stuff to it, I'm a little bit scared." "Then I'll help you with that," I offered. "Are you sure my parents won't notice?" he asked, still a bit uncertain. "Trust me," I replied, "I know what I have to do. I'm not going to do it for the first time, you know." "Ok," the little one said, "I'll go and get the whole stuff!" and he was off. He was back in a minute. "Here," he said, as he entered the living room, dragging a huge bag loaded with PlayStation stuff. I helped him with unpacking and then, after everything was scattered on the carpet, he asked: "Well, what now?" "First, let's connect everything the way you're used to, okay?" I said. "Okay," the boy answered and so we did. With console plugged in to the mains, and with two joypads, a memory-card and with the TV-SCART cable connected to the console, I said: "Now watch me very carefully, so that you'll be able to do it alone, for yourself." I opened the cover on the front panel of the VCR. "See?" I pointed, "there are 3 connectors here, yellow, red and white. Now look at the TV-cable of your PlayStation. What can you see?" "Um... a cable split into three parts... hey, the same colours!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, that's it! Now, the only thing we gotta do is to remove the SCART plug from these three cables and insert each cable-plug into the connector of the SAME colour on the VCR, red plug into the red connector, yellow into the..." "Yeah, yeah, it's ok, I know already," Richie interrupted me impatiently, "May I try it?" he pleaded. "Sure," I shrugged. Hesitantly, he plugged everything as he was instructed and then he turned to me again: "Is it done?" "We'll see," I smiled, "Turn on the 'Station!" Richie did it immediately and stood there, full of expectation. I turned on the whole set. TV went on, so did the receiver and the VCR. But there was something wrong. On the TV screen there was no PlayStation logo as it was supposed to be. Not even after I switched the TV into AV mode. "Uh-oh!" I mumbled. "You broke it!" Richie exclaimed, his eyes shrieking with horror. "No way, mate, I seem to forget something..." I replied, not much self-confident this time, as a matter of fact. And then it hit me! "Oh, I'm such an IDIOT!" I laughed with a big relief, "we plugged the console to the LINE-2 connector! Just look!" After these words I switched the INPUT SELECT button on the VCR to the LINE-2 mode... and suddenly the familiar picture of the memory card manager and the CD-player icons appeared on the TV screen! "YEAH!" exclaimed Richie with enormous amount of joy and relief in his face and jumped on me in a bear-hug: "Don't dare to do that to me anymore, ok? You scared me stiff!" "So was I," I admitted, hugging him back, "but it's ok now, everything works perfectly... Um... why don't we go and play now?" "Sure!" the little one replied and reached out for the TEKKEN3 CD. "But I'll be the Player One!" "Yeah, as usual," I answered with a broad smile. "I'll get you!" he threatened playfully as he chose the character of Hwoarang. "Nope, you won't!" I said and chose King. "Hey, you've never played with the King!" Richie noticed, his eyes widened. "I know," I answered with a very knowing smile... What should I say? Richie lost 0:3 in two matches one after the other. He looked rather embarrassed: "What was THAT supposed to mean? All those special attacks! I had no chance! How did you do them?" "Well, it's rather difficult and it requires some timing but you can make it! But first, I'm gonna tell you how to make some easy special moves of Hwoarang, ok?" "Yeah, that'll be great, you're sweet!" he exclaimed, full of joyful excitement. My heart leaped from pleasure. I can hardly describe how happy I was as I could give a proud advice to him: "Well, try to hold the D-pad in the opposite towards my char' and tap the X button 4 times, then press down and tap X and Square..." After some seconds Richie popped his eyes and his face lit from a beaming, astonished smile: "Wow, that's so cool! What a wonderful combo!" "There's more," I smiled, "try this: D-Pad up and R2!" "Hehe!" Richie giggled heartily as his Hwoarang run up onto my King as if he was a staircase and kicked him down from behind... I loved to see him smile, there was nothing like make him happy and surprised, we played a long time, changing characters, performing stunning combos, perfectioning our skills; me, Richie's 'sen-tsai', and Richie, my 'pupil', both in our common virtual 'Tekken-Dojo'. Richie must have a wonderful time, absolutely no less than I had. When we had a break, arranging some pop and chips on the plate, we fell into our chairs, tired from all those experiences, but happy. "Alex?" "Yeah?" "You know what?" "M?" "I... I love you..." ('Whoa?!') Marvellously shocked, I immediately turned to Richie, who once again blushed evidently in the darkest red. "You do, Richie?" "Yeah, I really love you, 'cause you're so good to me and stuff, but... I don't think I can love you like I did Peggy, you know... funny biz' 'n all... See what I mean?" "Yeah..." I breathed out, "you don't have to love me like that, Richie. I know you won't, anyway. And I don't mind if you didn't. Really I don't. It's ok." "But... you'd be very happy if I did, huh?" Richie asked, uncertain, "I mean, I'd like to make you happy somehow, you know..." "Well, it would be the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. But I know it would be difficult for you. Very difficult and maybe even gross and I don't want you to force yourself to do what you don't want to. You understand?" "Uh-huh", the boy peeped. "It's far enough for me that I can be with you, that I can play games with you, that I can talk to you, listen to you, help you with your worries and all, I... I don't need to do THAT, you know. I can only dream about it but I don't NEED it. I know you love me WITHOUT that, you see what I mean?" "Yeah," the little one breathed out. Then he looked at me, amazed: "Hey, you've really thought of me? Doing stuff with me?" This time it was my turn to blush red. Hesitantly, very carefully I nodded yes, aware of his surprised look. He stunned in awe and whispered only: "Oh, man!" "'You mind? I mean, this must have been very embarrassing for you. I quit talking about it right now, if you want." The boy swallowed heavily, and then answered: "Uh... it's ok, it's just... I've said it already... it's a l'il bit weird, you know, I would imagine Peggy talkin' 'bout doing stuff with me, but you..." he paused and then he giggled: "hehe, that must look funny, you on top of me, moving back and forth, doing... ha-ha-ha!" he burst out in another fit of audible hysterical giggles. I was glad, enormously glad he didn't take the whole thing seriously, revealing some funny points of it, as kids sometimes usually do when facing some serious topic. Maybe the thought of doing intimate things would seem to him more as expression of having fun than as expression of love. I think this might have to do something with the wonderful playfulness of boyhood, the proof of which we can spot here and there nowadays. In a brief while the boy quietened completely, and, after a long pause, when he was sitting in the chair silently, thoughtfully, he asked with his eyes questioning, full of expectation: "You really love me, don't you?" "I'd do anything I could for you..." I admitted. "Yeah," the little one breathed out dreamily. "What would you like, Richie?" I asked. As if woken up from his day-dream, Richie blinked and stammered, embarrassed: "Well, nothing... I... I just... uh... forget it, ok?" "Come on, Richie, tell me, I'm sure I won't mind nor get mad at you," I encouraged him, thinking about that it must have been a big deal when he's THIS hesitant and embarrassed. Richie paused, embarrassed, he reddened, he was still hesitating, uncertain. Finally he spoke: "You know... could you... could you pretend... just for the l'il while... if you don't mind... could you pretend... you're my girl?" *BAMMM!* Another ten-ton hammer fell on my head! "You wouldn't mind to do that?" I asked in disbelief, after I found words, my eyes widened, I thought I must have been dreaming! "A-as long as you won't m-mind..." the little one stammered. "Sure I won't, don't be afraid," I said softly, "we can do whatever you want. Kissing, cuddling, stroking, caressing. You can't imagine how happy you'd made me if you did that to me or if you'd let me do that to you!" "In my room, ok?" Richie peeped silently. "Wherever you want," I whispered and we hugged. We rested in that hug for a while and then, embracing tenderly his shoulders and knees, I lifted his eighty-or-something-pound body, clasping him to mine. He responded immediately with his right arm around my neck, it was wild and wonderful, my heart pounded rapidly as I felt the warmth of his shivering little body cuddled to mine, when we went as one into his room. I layed him carefully onto his bed. "'You wanna get naked?" he whispered. "If this is what you want," I whispered back, smiling. "Ok, let's go for it!" he whispered again and began to take off every piece of clothing. I followed his example, and soon we stood there like the day we were born. He had his Venetian blinds in his window partly closed so there was a neat dusk that caused our bodies not to be seen clearly. That way none of us was ashamed, especially Richie. We sank on his bed, I immediately reviewed a deja-vu of that situation when Richie was talking about his experience with Peggy. We laid in silence next to each other. Richie looked at me and whispered: "Now what?" "Whatever you want..." I whispered softly, kissing him on his forehead. The boy embraced me round my shoulders, leaned to me and whispered right to my ear in a soft, pleading voice: "Do me like Peg' wanted to!" My heart began to pound frantically, I thought it would explode. I stroked his beautiful blonde strands of hair: "Ok, Richie, I'll do it when you're ready. I'd like you to feel good like never before!" He nodded and I was about to fulfill my biggest dream when he suddenly placed his hand on my head, hissing: "Wait!" I stopped, surprised of why he made me stop, and then he suddenly hugged me and whispered again directly into my ear, so silently that I could barely hear: "Please, if you don't mind, would you let me make love to you?" This made me stun, marvellously stun for a moment at the total loss of words. "Whoa?!? 'You wanna go all the way?!" I asked, after I caught my ability to speak again, "I mean it could be gross for you. And besides... a girl is more beautiful than I am, and to do stuff with her is much nicer, you know." "Well, no, you ain't that terrible. And I think... please don't get mad... I think you're good... and cute anyway!" When I realized what he had already said, and that he really meant it, with his wonderful boyish sincerity, my eyes watered again and I turned away from him so that he couldn't see me like that. But I wasn't able to suppress a heavy sob that was squeezing his way from inside me. Richie immediately noticed that something was going on. "Hey, you cry? What wrong did I do?" "Oh, nothing!" I said, my voice thick and trembling, "Did you know that nobody, NOBODY had ever once said I was cute? Nobody but you, such a good l'il boy I love so much!" I couldn't help it, I hugged him again, pressing myself wildly to his shivering little frame. Even if he would try to break the hug I didn't care. I longed so much to express my love and fondness to him that I really wouldn't care. But, to my greatest surprise he didn't pull back! A wave of endless joy flooded my entire body. "I... I don't mind if you wanna make love to me," I whispered. "Will you teach me?" the little one asked. "Sure I will," I smiled. "Ok, what... what should I do?" "Well, first... first your dickey must be hard. Really hard, so that you can easily put it in. Is your dickey hard?" "Uh... I think so, I can feel he's hard but I can't tell if it's enough. Would you feel it?" I carefully reached out and felt his lovely boy-muscle with my trembling hand... Yes. Cute, little, wonderful hard-on. "Well?" he asked expectantly. "It's perfect," I smiled at him, "I think you're ready. But... Are you really sure you wanna do it to me?" I asked. "Uh-huh," he whispered shyly, "are you angry with me?" (I could feel his nervousness, his hidden fear of my possible rejection of something what he thought was 'weird'. I had to encourage him.) "No, I'm in no way angry. If it is ok with you, I'm not angry at all.", I reassured him. I must admit I have been already dreaming about what it would be like, you know, to be an 'insertee', accepting completely the passive role, I wondered, how would such a little boy-thingy feel inside of me, now everything was real and it was going to happen. Deep inside, I hoped, I prayed that if we went all the way, he would made me come somehow as well as I would make him, possibly at the same time. "Well, in that case, let's do it. But there's one more thing to do." "Which one?" "Well, we need to make your dickey slippery so that it goes easily in and out. If we didn't then it would hurt both me and you." "And how do we make it slippery?" "We must use the Vaseline or stuff like that, do you have some?" "Um... I only got that one, on the table, it's a Vaseline for hands, would that work?" "Yeah, that will do! Get it, please." Richie brought a jar of Vaseline, placed it onto his night table... and suddenly he stopped, embarrassed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh... my dickey's going softer! I gotta make it hard!" said Richie and he was about to help himself. I embraced him round his shoulders and whispered: "Richie,... would you mind if I did that for you?" "Nope," he peeped in answer and granted me access. I softly touched his semi-erect pee-pee, and began to stroke and rub it as tenderly as I could. It was something unbelievable, as I felt his dickey grow under my caressing hand. Soon his boy-hood stood proud again and I applied a generous amount of Vaseline on it, spreading it all over the marvellous little tool. The boy hissed as he felt the cold touch of the stuff on his thingy, hot from blood whirling inside of it and I applied another generous amount of Vaseline to my opening. "Whatcha doin'?" Richie asked, wondering. "I gotta make myself slippery inside, too, so that it won't hurt, you know," I answered. "And... won't it hurt you?" Richie asked, a bit worried. "I don't think so," I answered, "and if, so what? I'll survive! Well, go for it when you're ready but first you must get your whole dickey in. Remember, take it slow, just push in slowly and pause whenever I tell you, so that you can put it in easier, ok?" "Ok," he said in a trembling voice. I wanted to see him making love to me, that was why I laid on my back, letting him rest on top of me in a loose hug and then, when he was ready, I helped him find the right target. He started pushing in and I immediately felt a big pressure, as my sphincter struggled, rejecting something going in the opposite way than usual. It clamped down and I had to push back so that it relieved... Oh, it was BIG! I've never thought a boy's dickey would feel that big inside of me. He wasn't no more than 3" long in full-erect state but in spite of that I felt an enormous fullness down there. This made me think, it was just a brief thought, I'm not going to make love to a boy, for if this was how his thingy felt, my muscle might feel much bigger inside of him, causing nothing but harm and pain! Soon after, his pee-pee was planted completely inside of me. "Wow!" I breathed out, astonished, "you made it! You're the whole way in!" "Does it hurt?" the boy asked with concern. "No, dummy, not at all," I said softly, "it's just a little bit full, that's all. Go on if you want!" And so he started slowly, hesitantly, with pushing in and pulling out. I warned him not to pull out all the way so that his dickey wouldn't slip out, he obeyed and carefully speeded up the pace, catching a rhythm. "Am I... doing it... good?" he breathed out. "Yeah, you're great! How... how does it feel?" Richie suddenly speeded up frantically, I could hear his excited whisper as he was trying to share his intense feelings through his erratic, shortening breath: "Ohhh -- it's -- wild -- I -- never -- thought -- (gasp) -- Alex -- ohhh -- Alex, it's coming -- it's -- awe-some -- aahhhhh!!" His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, with his mouth partly open he gave me one hard shuddering thrust and then... then I felt his throbbing little boy-muscle jerk, once, twice and what followed was absolutely wonderful. I could see the most sincere, stunned, yet joyful surprise, as the first little shot of boy-milk was released from inside him, then another and another pulse, contracting little muscles, all this joined in the very first powerful wet orgasm Richie had ever experienced. We came together as one, because to see all that was too much for me and, trying my best to postpone the inevitable, I joined his wonderful moment almost at the same time. Little Richie collapsed on top of me, totally exhausted and overwhelmed from all those wonderful feelings and from the power of his lifetime experience. I didn't mind his hot little body, as he laid with his full weight on top of me, his softening thingy still embedded inside me. He didn't cry, although a tear rolled from one of his eyes, as he asked with a trembling small voice: "What... what happened?" I hugged him softly and tenderly stroked his silky hair, now mused a bit from sweat: "It's ok, it's over. You came, Richie. It was your first wet orgasm! You must've felt the same as I had. How was it?" "It was... it was wonderful! Like something exploded inside of me! I thought I was dying and then it came! It was so awesome! Alex, I love you! You're so nice that you let me make love to you, I... I..." and at the loss of words he cried again, this time from joy, though; his little sobs muffled on my chest, his entire body and mind totally overwhelmed from all that happened. I myself was on the verge of crying, I only managed to soothingly hush and comfort him, now he needed me more than ever for he, a little boy almost at the onset of puberty, experienced his first intercourse where he took control of it, accepting the active role in it, making love to another boy several years older; he, a boy who loved girls, and whose first was a caring teenager who loved him more than anything else. It could have taken him a while until he would be able to comfortably live with all this. But maybe he didn't realize, he was still young, playful and strong, it wasn't likely that such event would destroy his little soul flooding his mind with questions of being or not being 'different'. I was absolutely sure he wasn't neither a gay nor a boy-lover and I wished nothing less for him than just another cute girl who would be nice, caring and understanding to him, I wished for him that their relationship would last long and that they would eventually go 'all the way' again, so that he'd experience the power of love on the right way, the way that would be right for who he was. What I will never forget is, however, that it was me, who was his first :-) THE END