Tag-Alongs 5

By Cemokemo

Author's Note: This story waa late in coming for a few reasons. It sat, mostly written on my computer for a while, and I simply didn't have the time to finish it. Also, when I sent it to my editor (THANKS Steve!) he sent it back to me, THAT NIGHT, but I failed to receive it, and I waited thwo or three weeks before I even asked him about it. He quickly sent it to me after I asked him about it. This chapter is also a little shorter than the others, but that is because it does what it needs to do... and the next one will be much longer. All usual disclaimers apply... Although this chapter I don't think has an real objectable content. Enjoy... and remember... comment ALWAYS welcome cemokemo@yahoo.com

After my Mom called us upstairs to breakfast, Jimmy and I scrambled to get our clothes on. We had done what Kyle had warned us against, falling asleep in a compromising position. This time, it worked out, but we need to be careful of that next time.

Kyle and Josh were already at the table eating when we got up there. They both gave us `knowing' looks, but didn't say anything. Mom made a big country breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and grits. We all scarfed it down like we were from some third world nation, but growing boys can't miss the most important meal of the day.

After breakfast, Josh took Jimmy home, and Mom and Dad went to church. They didn't make Kyle and me go, because we didn't want to, and they thought that it should be our decision. Kyle went into his room and started on some homework. I went to my room and picked up the clothes on the floor. I was checking the pockets of the pants I had worn the day before, and found the piece of paper that Kyle had given me.

I sat down at my computer and got on the Internet. I typed in the address that Kyle had given me. It looked like some kind of story...

Josh and I - By Kyle142

I never thought about other guys much until I went to high school for the first time. I had learned how to jack off and all that, but never gave much thought to sexuality. My first class of my freshman year changed all that. It was Physical Education, or PE for short. Multitudes of sleek boys in various states of undress made my hormones go wild. After a few weeks of ogling these boys, I came to the conclusion that I was in fact gay, and that I wanted one of these boys for my very own.

Not just any boy though... I had my eyes set on one in particular. Josh. A skinny kid, just like me, but a little shorter, with long blond hair that never seemed to stay the same shade. He was outgoing and funny, but the one thing that really (and I know this is shallow) made me want him was the bulge in his underwear. Even in 9th grade, not all the kids were all the way developed, and most had small, child-like bulges or wore boxers. Josh however, seemed to be quite developed, and soon became part of my jack off fantasies.

I started hanging out with Josh, with the hopes of getting `closer' to him. We became instant friends, because of our common interests and spots in the social hierarchy of high school. We hung out after school a lot, and one day I felt like we were close enough for me to take the next step. I asked him if he wanted to go camping with me, on our land... just us. He readily agreed and my plan was in motion.

My mother picked us both up after school that day, and we stopped at Josh's house to get his sleeping bag and stuff. Sleeping bag in tow, we headed off to my house to begin our adventure. I packed a duffel bag with some porno magazines and some other stuff, grabbed two fishing rods, my tackle box and Josh grabbed the tent, and we hiked out to the pond. Our plan was to build a fire, fish, and then eat the fish that we caught for supper.

We set up the tent, laid our sleeping bags out in it, and built a fire. We baited our hooks and sat on the bank of the pond, just waiting for that little red bobber to disappear. While we waited we talked about a lot of things, and eventually we started talking about girls. To fit in, and not make him think that I was a queer, I agreed with him on who was hot, and who I'd like to fuck, and stuff like that. We went on for a few hours and still caught nothing.

"Hey man... you want to just eat some junk food? I brought a bunch of it, in case this happened," I asked.

"Heck yeah... where's it at?" Josh asked.

"In my duffel bag, the blue one," I said. It was getting dark, so Josh grabbed a flashlight and went to get the food while I sat by the fire. He came back a few minutes later with a box of hostess cupcakes and one of the porno magazines in his hands.

"Where'd you get this?" he asked, holding up the porno.

"I stole it from my dad..." I said, truthfully.

Josh grabbed a cupcake. "Can I look at it?" he said.

"Yeah. I'm going to grab one too," I said, getting up.

"Why don't we just go into the tent?" Josh said. "It's more comfortable than this stupid log we're sitting on."

"Alright," I replied. I thought that I was `in'... he wanted to go into the tent and look at pornos! I was so happy, and turned on, I couldn't contain my erection. We stripped down to our shorts and sat on our sleeping bags. We flipped through the pages slowly for about five minutes, and I kept sneaking glances of Josh rubbing his large erection through his pants.

"Do you jack off?" Josh asked, point-blank.

The standard response for that question, when you're 14 is `no', but I replied, "Yeah, you?" wanting to be honest.

"All the time... I feel like doing it right now," Josh said.

When he said that, my erection went from mild to overpowering. "Me too!" I said.

"You want to? We can do it in our sleeping bags... I brought an old shirt we can use and then burn," Josh said.

"Sure!" We both scrambled into our sleeping bags and pulled down our underwear. I looked over and saw Josh just pumping away, and I joined him. Josh was laid down flat with his eyes closed in deep concentration. My head was tilted, looking over at Josh's sleeping bag and imagining what was going on inside of it. We both came to a quick orgasm, cleaned up with his old shirt, pulled our shorts up and went outside and burned the shirt. Neither one of us wanted to stay awake for the awkward moment after you have just jacked off with somebody, so we went to bed, and that was the end of our first sleepover.

For a while after that we didn't have another sleepover. We went to each other's houses after school, played video games and hung out, and we became even closer friends. As I began to know more about him, he became like a brother to me.

Our next sleepover was a special one. Josh's parents went out of town for the weekend, and he asked me if I wanted to stay with him. I said `yes', of course. My attraction to Josh had become quite intense at this point, and he was the sole focal point of my masturbation fantasies. My mother dropped me off at his house, and she chatted with Josh's parents for a little bit. Josh's parents and his little brother Jimmy were going to Vermont to visit Josh's grandparents. Josh didn't want to go, so I was staying with him to keep him from being bored and burning down the house.

Not long after my mom left, Josh's parents and little brother set out on their trip. Josh and I proceeded to do the usual freshman sleepover stuff, eat junk food and play video games. After our Mario 2 marathon, Josh asked me if I wanted to watch a movie.

"What kind of movie?" I asked.

"What kind do you want to watch?" he asked.

"A porn," I suggested, wanting a repeat of our little camping adventure.

"Alright," Josh said, and he ran upstairs to his room.

He came back with a video, two blankets, and two paper towels. I asked him what the paper towels were for.

"To clean up," he said, popping the tape in the VCR. He sat back down on the couch, spread a blanket over him, and I saw him slide his pants down. I followed suit, and we began to watch the porn. It was two lesbians going at it. That didn't do much for me, but when I looked over at Josh's erection making a tent in the blanket, I got as hard as a rock.

Soon enough, and without saying a word, Josh began to jack off. When I saw that, I did the same. I was pumping away with my face looking at the TV, but with my eyes looking at Josh. We were both done in a matter of minutes, and after wiping up, we just sat there and watched the porn. The scene changed to a woman giving a guy a blowjob.

"I wonder what that feels like?" Josh asked.

"I bet it feels good," I said.

"I wish I had someone to suck my dick like that," Josh said.

This was where I made the mistake of my life, but it's one I don't regret. In my youthful ignorance, I heard this as an offer, not a yearning for a girlfriend. "I'll suck yours... if you suck mine," I said.

Josh looked at me with his head tilted. "You'd suck my dick?" he asked.

"Yeah, if you suck mine," I said.

Then Josh hit me with `the question'. "Are you gay?" he asked.

Like I said above, I knew I was gay by that time and I really didn't want to lie to Josh, so I told him, "Yes, I think so."

Josh gave me a blank look for a moment then pulled his pants up, threw his cover off, and walked away. "Well, I'm no faggot."

Where Josh went, I don't know. I just sat there and burst into tears. `What had I done?' I asked myself over and over again. I cried as silently as I possibly could, in case Josh heard me. I didn't want to be called a faggot and a crybaby in the same night.

After an hour or so, the tears stopped, and I picked up the TV remote. I was scanning the channels looking for something to take my mind off of the recent events. I was watching a nature channel special on crocodiles when Josh came back. He sat down on the couch, exactly where he had been before. I didn't look at him, and he didn't look at me. We both just stared at the TV, though I doubt either of us were paying attention to it.

About five minutes of silence, Josh broke the ice. He asked, without turning his head, "You really think you are gay?"

I looked at him. "Yes."

"OK... sorry about that earlier. It's just that I'm not gay... and I didn't like the thought of you and me... uggggh... never mind."

I swallowed hard.

"It's alright with me, and I won't tell anyone, but we gotta get a few things straight," he said. "Number one... no more jacking off together... doesn't seem like you're into the same porn anyway. Two... don't ever hit on me or even kid about it. And I think we'd be a lot better friends if we didn't talk about it that much."

"Thanks," I said.

That night is the night that Josh and I became best friends. Hanging out after that was a little strange at first, and it seemed like we had to get to know each other all over again. Soon though we were back to where we were.

There's a side to Josh that I think I'm the only one who sees. His rough exterior is always there, but when it's just he and I, I see a softer side. When he asks me questions about being gay, I don't think he really wants to know... but he wants me to know that he cares. Someone like Josh caring for me... what more could I ask for?

After I finished reading, I sat back and took it all in. That story was like the piece missing from the puzzle of Josh and Kyle. I emailed Jimmy, and gave him the URL of the story, telling him to read it. Hopefully it will help him understand his brother a little better.

I walked into Kyle's room, where he was doing homework. "Hey Kent, what's up?" he asked as I walked in.

"I just read your story," I said.

"What did you think?" he asked.

"It sure did explain a lot," I said.

"I bet."

"Changed how I think of Josh, and makes me wonder what would have happened if Jimmy would have reacted the same way."

"Well, it turned out well, so don't worry about it."

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."

"You want to talk about anything?" Kyle asked.

"Not right now, maybe later."


I walked out of Kyle's room. "Goodnight Kyle."

"Night Kent," he said.

I walked into my room and sat at the computer. The story Kyle had written had put my life into a new perspective. I went to bed that night still thinking about what Kyle must have felt when Josh just walked away from him.

The next day at school, I saw Jimmy. He had his usual cute smile on. "I read the story you sent me..." he said.

"Really, what did you think of it?" I asked.

"Kinda makes sense. I always thought Kyle was gay, but I didn't think Josh was, and that explained it all to me," Jimmy said.

"It made me wonder what would have happened at the cabin if you would have been like Josh," I said.

"Well, it wouldn't have worked out that way anyway," Jimmy said.

"What do you mean?"

"They set it up for us don't you remember? I think they did anyway. They thought that we were both gay, and they tried to hook us up... didn't you notice that Kyle and Josh both gave us beer and told us not to tell the other one?" Jimmy said.

"Well, I never thought of it like that," I said.

"Well, it all worked out, so don't worry about it," Jimmy said. "You want to come over after school and we can... do some stuff?"

"Of course," I said.

"Cool. Well, I gotta get to class..." Jimmy said, motioning that direction.

"Well, bye, see you at Josh's car after school," I said.

"Bye," Jimmy said, turning and sprinting to get to class on time.

I spent the evening at Jimmy and Josh's, but Jimmy and I didn't get to do anything because Josh was there, and he kept an eye on us. As frustrated as I was about it, I realized that Josh was just looking out for Jimmy and me. He cared about us. I knew that Jimmy and Kyle cared for me, loved me... but I never felt that about Josh until after I read the story. A lover and a friend in Jimmy, and two brothers who care about me and look out for me... what else could I want?

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