Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 00:50:49 -0500 From: joseph green Subject: Snowflakes Ablaze 5 Eleven is a magic age. It is a time of transformation. It is a time of soft jiggley flesh diapering and toned chests being reveled under the former frame. It is a time of doors opening and new found freedoms. It is a time of explorations and discoveries. It is a time of muscles whispering just under the surface and gossamer pubic hairs. It is a time for the nebulous concept of love to take root in the tender soil of the heart. This is long before one knows the pain of having those roots ripped out by a love gone cold. It is still innocent but stands on the precipitous of new life. Donny stood in the middle of his room. He looked out the window at a willow trying desperately to bud and thought of the story he had heard about Adam and Eve and the tree of forbidden fruit. He had learned that it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. He had wondered what Eve must have felt like when her eyes were opened and why she needed to share the feeling with Adam. Donny shut the door and stood looking at the full length mirror that hung on the back side of the door. He looked at the boy in the reflection. He was not the same boy that had looked in this mirror this morning. This boy had a look in his eye that was more awake and more alive...and maybe they had taken a nibble of the fruit. He spoke to the boy before him, "And they were naked and not ashamed". And he unsnapped his pants. He imagined that Clark was their watching and he let the pants fall to the ground. He stepped out of them and again said, "they were naked." He fit his thumbs under the elastic of his white cotton briefs and slowly moved them to his knees. With a touch of marching-in-place he was free of cloth restraints from his waist down. His personal parts still did not see the light of day because his shirt and hooded sweat shirt covered them completely. Donny moved to the glass to get a good look at the eyes of the boy that had been so close to satisfaction. He saw eyes of endless possibilities. His breath stained the glass and he reached his tongue to draw a "C" in the mist. Clark! In his mind Clark was not just watching him but now helping him undress. Donny compared his face with Clark's. His was so masculine compared to Donny's. Donny had lips that were red and full and always looked like he had just kissed a milking machine. His hair was worn in lose curls around his neck, ears and eyes. He thought to himself how much looking at the world from under his hair was a lot like looking at life from under the branches of a weeping willow tree. He brushed away the hair and kissed the mirror. Donny tried to remove only one layer of shirt at a time but they all three came off at once. He let them fall somewhere behind him and he moved to rub his erection against the mirror. This used to be the best source of visual stimulation for the lad, but now he had a memory. He had Clark and that reach down his pants for the bottle. Donny never worried about getting caught in his bedroom. His mother only came up once every Saturday and that was only to deliver his folded cloths. Donny kept his room spotless just so no one had a reason to visit him. He fell back on the bed. His head was still a bit woozy from the cigar and his erection was pointing at his navel. His wisps of pubic hair tickled as he unfolded his body on the comforter and his ass settled in for a well deserved ride. Donny made short work of finding release from his passion. One solid grip around the base of his extra large rod and a gentle squeeze of his balls and he was ready. He liked doing himself slowly but never had the self discipline to finish it at an even pace. He rode from the scrotum to the circumcised tip in one genteel stroke. It was an unusually long trip. He let his hand fall back to its starting position and paused to examine his veins. They were just as proud as ever and he noticed a new one running parallel to the biggest vein on the back of his rod. He circled his strawberry shaped tip and stimulated the sensitive fleshy underbelly of the shaft. It was so nice. He held in his mind the feeling of Clarks puffy member on the back of his hand. He played and re-played the spilling of the cylinders and how his dark hard nipples stood in harsh contrast to his pail square chest. Donny's own chest was poutty and still flopped flesh when he walked and his ass was a bubble of extra baby fat that Clark did not have. He wondered how a flat butt felt in your hands. Though Donny had not seen any more of Clark than that he filled in the blanks with his imagination. He gave Clark square shoulder and well defined back mussels and dimples in his butt. He then gave him big hands just like Donny's. But Donny knew full well that Clark had normal...no, rather small hands. So, what would small hands feel like on his equipment? It only took a few more trips form the sack to the gland and Donny spilled out several droops of clear fluid onto his belly button. One tissue was all it took to clean up but it had been enough. Donny was satisfied and he had had enough. He pulled the corner of the comforter over his naked flesh and closed his eyes for just a minuet.