Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 07:43:34 +0100 From: oh-boy@playful.com Subject: Thanks for Tellin' Hi Folks, I haven't posted anything here in years but somehow I finally got back in the mood for writing. This story is pure fiction involving teenage boys who love each other and fulfill their love. You know what's coming, don't tell me I didn't warn you, so get out of here if you're too young (supposedly), too narrow minded or if you got here by mistake! This is my first story in a long time, so let me know at oh-boy@playful.com if you feel I should rather make it my last or if you want more. Enjoy! Thanks for Tellin' "Thanks for tellin' me, Mom, you got just one thing wrong. It's boys, not girls." I was thinking, lying on my bed, the cum dribbling down my body after my first ever conscious orgasm. Yeah, she'd told me what was gonna happen. I guess having grown up with three brothers, two of them older, one younger than her, always on the move as a military family, two of the children always having to share a room, she knew more about boys growing up than most mothers. I'd heard my uncles talk about it once, some time ago, laughing about how they took turns, switching rooms once a month so that each one of them had to share a room with my mother from time to time, giving the others some more privacy. I heard Uncle George, Mom's younger brother, say "Yeah, and soon enough I found out what you guys meant when you said that it's not so great waking up in the same room as your sister in the morning with the damn thing just not going down, or maybe if you've had a little "accident" at night and need to clean yourself up without her noticing..." But I guess she had noticed, and by the time Uncle George was old enough, she definitely knew what was happening. And so she had told me, about two years ago, when I was eleven. I guess she noticed that I was getting a little shy around her when I was naked, I didn't want her to be in the bathroom with me anymore, and so on. One night she came into my room when I was just about to go to bed. She sat on my bed and looked at me for a while with a strange expression, a lot of love, but also a little sadness, and after a while even a little amusement showing on her face. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked. "Oh, nothing, honey. I just want to tell you something. I guess you're really starting to grow up now, and I suppose this could make you feel a little embarrassed, but I'm gonna talk to you about this now so you know there's no need to be ashamed of anything and you can always come and ask me or your dad about anything you want to, ok?" I didn't have a clue what she was getting at and must have looked it, because she said, grinning a little "If you're just a little like your uncles were when they were your age, I guess you've noticed that your penis is starting to get hard from time to time? Maybe in the mornings when you wake up?" I swallowed hard and blushed deeply, although I didn't really know why. She was right of course, and I somehow had the feeling that this was something private, not meant for mothers to know. She grinned even more and said "I thought so. Well, that's ok, you know. That's just your body finding out what it's like becoming a man. You know when daddy and I told you about how babies are made, right?" I said "Oh Mom, really! I'm not a baby anymore. What are you trying to tell me?" She answered "Well, some time soon you might wake up and find that your penis is not only hard but that you've, well, had an ejaculation." She seemed to feel a little embarrassed herself at that point, and I noticed that this wasn't that easy for her, either. "What I mean is, you may find that your pajamas are a little wet after you've had a really nice dream about a girl. I just want you to know that you don't have to be frightened or ashamed because of that. That has nothing to do with wetting your bed like a little kid, it's just your body trying out its new tricks as you grow up, learning and showing you what it wants to do once you're old enough to be with a girl." I was blushing even more deeply now and said "But Mom, I'm only eleven. I don't have a girlfriend." She smiled and said "I know, honey, and I'll stop talking about it now. I just want you to be sure that you don't have to be afraid to talk about it, and if something does happen, just put on fresh pajamas and don't worry about it, you're not doing anything wrong, ok?" I said "OK, Mom." a little sheepishly, still wondering a little what she was talking about. She kissed me then, said "Good night, honey." and finally left me alone. I found out what she had been talking about soon enough. It was maybe six months later, shortly before my twelfth birthday. I'd gotten used to morning boners by now and enjoyed them, too, sometimes lying on my stomach for a while before getting up, grinding my hips a little and rubbing my dick on the bed. I'd never actually jacked off, and never really had the urge to do it yet. At school I heard the guys talk about girls all the time now, although I didn't really understand the fuss they were making about them. I had a few friends who were girls, and we got along all right, but I never looked at them differently now than I had all my life. And then one night I woke up with a raging boner and a funny wet feeling on my belly. I jumped out of bed, feeling shocked, but once I woke up all the way I remembered what Mom had told me, and I calmed down a little. I took off my pajamas and used them to wipe off the rest of the stuff. I caught a little of the smell of the stuff and thought that it didn't smell half bad. Then I got a fresh pair of pajamas and went back to sleep. When I got back from school next day I saw Mom take the laundry out of the washing machine, and she looked up as I came in, winked at me and said "Hi there, big guy." So she had noticed what had happened, and I blushed again, said "Hi, Mom." and ran to my room. I felt pretty embarrassed, but also thankful that she had told me what would happen and didn't make a fuss about it. Over the next months it started happening more and more often, and once I had gotten used to it I didn't jump out of bed as soon as I woke up. Most of the times I would wake up, realize what had happened, and just lie there, enjoying the afterglow of the dream I had had, although I could never remember any details. Especially not about the girls that I was supposed to dream about at these moments. I tried to figure out if there was any girl that made me dream that way, but I never remembered after waking up, and I never saw one when I was awake that rang a bell, so to say. I had these dreams at least every second night, and I got into the habit of going to bed wearing pajamas or boxers and a t-shirt and taking them off when they were wet, without bothering to get up and put on something fresh. At school, the guys seemed to have no other topic to talk about anymore than girls. Things like "Did you see that T-shirt Lisa wore at the movies last night. Man, that left nothing to the imagination. She really filled out over the summer. I know what I'll dream about for the next weeks!" If one of the guys was lucky enough to actually have a date with one girl or another, he'd tell us how much in love he was and how he would get his girlfriend to put her hand in his pants at the movie theater, or how she couldn't wait to finally have sex with him. I didn't believe a thing they were saying, and I didn't feel the urge to try anything with a girl myself. I thought I'd probably develop that urge soon enough, but I also noticed that slight stirring in my pants whenever one of the guys talked about how he had beat off thinking of Sally from history class or how he had secretly watched his bigger brother jack off with a friend of his in the garage with some porn magazine. I had not yet started jacking off myself. I guess my frequent "dreams" were enough to release all the sexual pressure I had inside me. So that's the way it had been for the last year or so. Until today. I had been sitting at my desk in the afternoon, doing my homework, when I heard the sounds of a basketball being dribbled somewhere outside my window. I had noticed that a basketball loop had been set up on the garage next door, which was funny because that was the Graham's place, and their children were grown up and lived far off. So I walked to the window and looked out to see what was happening. My room was on the second floor, just high enough up so I could see the next door driveway over the hedge separating the two houses. In the driveway I saw a boy, about my age - thirteen, maybe fourteen. He was wearing big baggy jeans going down below his knees, skater style, socks and sneakers and no shirt! I was fascinated immediately, checking him out, sure he wouldn't notice me inside my dark room. This guy looked just like I wished I would. He was blond and tanned, about my size I guessed, but at least twelve pounds heavier, and that all muscle. He wasn't built like a body builder, but very well developed for his age. The muscles in his arms and back rippled under his skin as he dribbled the ball and then jumped to sink it through the loop. When he turned I saw his stomach with a very nice sixpack, not too chiseled, just well visible as he moved around the driveway. His pecs bulged nicely when he crouched and then stretched, throwing a nice three point shot. I saw the sun glint off a thin gold necklace he wore and off the dusting of equally golden hairs showing on the few inches of his legs that were visible. Looking at his legs I found myself wondering what the rest of them might look like, beginning to feel a slight stirring in my shorts, when I heard my mom call me for dinner. Over dinner I found out that Mrs. Graham had told my mother that their grandson was to stay with them for some time, his parents having separated, his father gone off with another woman leaving his mother with him and two smaller children. It had been decided that she had enough on her hands with the small ones and that the oldest would come to live with his mother's parents. Mom said "He's only a few months older than you, maybe you two can become friends. He doesn't know anyone around here, he's probably feeling pretty lonely." "I'll go over tomorrow and see what he's like" I answered, thinking that I'd certainly love to have this guy as a friend. After dinner and watching some TV with my parents I went back to my room and was just about to turn on the light, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A light had just been turned on next door, in a room right across from mine, which had usually been empty before. As I looked over I saw my basketball star walk into sight. He had obviously just had a shower. His hair was wet, looking much darker than before. He wore a towel wrapped around his hips, rubbing a hand over his groin area through the towel, obviously drying off his private parts. As he walked toward the window he removed the towel with his right hand and dropped it just as his left hand reached up to pull down the blind. I could hardly believe what I saw in that split second before the blind obscured my view. His cock had sprung up fully erect out of the towel, and as he pulled down the blind he wrapped his right hand around that beautiful cock and gave it one long stroke before he was out of sight. I stood there for a second, mesmerized, before I realized that I was holding my breath and let it out in a big sigh. The next thing I realized was that I was rock hard in my pants, and without thinking about what I was doing I took off my clothes, walked over to my bed and lay down on the covers. As I lay there on my back, my dick sticking straight up, I imagined what the boy next door might now be doing, and all by itself my right hand grabbed my dick and started slowly stroking up and down. In my mind's eye I saw the blond guy lying on his bed only a few yards away on the other side of that blind, stroking his own cock. My own stroking got faster and faster, and I gripped my cock harder, thinking about him. Suddenly I felt a spasm run through my body and an incredibly good feeling started right in my balls. It spread through me in a flash, like an adrenaline rush, only a hundred times more intensely. And then I felt my balls contract and my dick began to jump in my hand as I felt the liquid rushing through it, shooting out and hitting my face, and my breast, and my stomach, again and again, spasm after spasm of incredible fire rocking my young body, until I finally calmed down, squeezing the last drops out of my dick onto my belly and slowly catching my breath. "So that's it.", I thought, lying there on my back, running my fingers through the puddles on my body, watching the cum slowly dribble down and smelling the intoxicating smell of it. "You were right on almost all accounts, Mom, only for me it's obviously not girls my body is preparing for." Strangely this revelation didn't come as too much of a shock, it was more like I had finally seen something clearly that had always been there just around the corner. I smiled as I curled up under the covers a little later, still naked and a little sticky, looking forward to meeting the guy next door tomorrow but also feeling a little afraid of how I would get along with him and wondering what would happen if he ever found out how I felt about him. Ok, that's it for now. More to come - if you want it. Let me know at oh-boy@playful.com.