Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 22:52:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Ben DOver Subject: The Move Prologue-Chapter2 Thank you all for your encouragement when I was writing Trey, another story here on young friends. Your thoughtful comments were what lead me to write this story, The Move. This is the first installment. I intend to have more out soon. I hope you enjoy it and please comment. Ben Benjamin_Dover69@yahoo.com So many thanks to Nifty for this wonderful arena. Without our donations, Nifty could not exist so please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help keep this site alive. Nifty is what inspired me to begin writing and I am sure Nifty inspired many others in the same way. Prologue: 'Great' I thought sarcastically. My parents had just told me we were going to move in three weeks. That meant I would turn fourteen in a new town in a new state and I would have to start high school a couple days later with all new kids. I loved where we lived. On the lake in a small town. I loved my friends I had played ball with most of my life and I really loved my friends that I played 'Let's fool around' with. I had been fooling around with several boys for the last three years. We had progressed from jacking together to jacking each other to sucking. A couple would even kiss and I had tried anal with two of my friends. I had always been the fuckee, first with my friend who still hadn't hit puberty. We figured out that we needed lubricant the second time we tried, and he got his three inches in pretty easily then. He proceeded to hold my hips and fuck me really fast until he had his dry cum, but it really didn't do much for me. The second friend was like me, about five inches with pubs on top and a hairless sack. It took longer for him to get in but he went slow and was able to hit something inside me that felt really good. I didn't cum but it felt really good and he definitely shot in my butt. We had only tried it once and I was really looking forward to doing it more. I first fooled around when I was ten, and by twelve, I knew what gay was, and I knew that I was oh-my-fucking-god Definitely very gay. This move was really gonna cut my sex life way down, I thought, maybe to nothing. I was really not happy. We were so busy that I wasn't even able to have a sleepover. I just got to suck a couple neighborhood boys before I moved. The first boy, I sucked in our fort in the woods. Our fort was really just a tarp over a low hanging branch, but it did give some privacy. I sucked my eleven year old neighbor, who was totally smooth, to a dry cum. He never sucked back but kept it quiet that I sucked him. He was pretty loud when he was starting to cum and sucking him outdoors was always kinda dangerous. I did but didn't like that. Weird, huh. He did jack me off afterward, but like always, he stopped when I first shot and I had to take over. He really thought cum was gross. I bet he changes his mind when he starts cumming. I also gave two blow jobs to an older friend. He was fifteen and going to be a sophomore in high school. I had started sucking him when I was twelve and he was the one who taught me how to really suck, going up and down instead of just holding him in my mouth and using my tongue. He only sucked me that first time to teach me how, but he would come by the house about once a month or so since then and I would suck him. He liked me to get on my knees and undo his pants and pull them down then start sucking. He was always really hard before I had his pants down. He was over six inches, cause you know, we all measured our dicks, and I learned to take him all the way down to his pubes. He would hold my head and sorta fuck my mouth when he got close, and after the first few times, I learned how to swallow his cum. I had grown to really love cum. He was pretty cool, always telling me how good I was at sucking dick and that if he was gay like me, I would be his boyfriend. He was pretty sad when I went to his house to tell him that I was moving. I sucked him in his Den cause his parents weren't home that day. He also came by the day we moved and I sucked him in my totally empty bedroom. He surprised me by giving me a hug afterward and a really quick kiss on the lips. He said he knew I wanted to kiss him so that was to remember him by. He watched us drive away in the moving van and held his crotch as he waved goodbye. Something else to remember him by I guess, and I can still see him standing there, his left hand cupping himself, his right in the air waving. My new town was about seven hours away and I was moving from a small town on the lake to an even smaller town in the mountains. I had driven up there with my Dad the weekend before so he could do some business and sign papers on our new house. I had met a couple kids then, Chris, his new secretaries son who was a year younger than me but looked a year older; A couple girls he introduced me to that thought I was cute and I guess exotic, being new to town; And a boy Chris knew but who wasn't his friend, another Chris. He was also a year younger and really cute. I started thinking of them as Old Chris and Young Chris. Young Chris and I talked more than anyone else and I wondered if he was going to be up for fooling around and knew I eventually would try to get him to. He was one reason to look forward to the move. I even told my parents about the cool kid I met. After several pretty boring hours driving, we arrived in my new home in my new town. Oh Joy...... Chapter One: I awoke in my new bedroom in my old bed feeling really out of place. We had moved from a house my dad had built five years ago to a drafty, creaky, sixty year old place that kinda had a smell to it. Not a horrible smell, just sorta an old smell, like wood that had been left out in the rain and then dried. I guess if your house is built in 1915 and it is 1979, it is going to stink some. In my old house, you walked in on the top floor and went down to the first floor. I was the only one with a bedroom downstairs and I had a huge playroom with a pool table and ping-pong table. I had a lot of privacy. In this place, I was the only one upstairs, but the only other rooms up here was another bedroom and a bathroom. We had to leave the ping-pong and pool tables. I did have a huge walk in closet that my parents said used to be a nursery. My room was just my single bed, my dresser, and a bunch of boxes. Two men my dad had hired had helped us unload the moving van. It took three hours and I was so beat I just took a shower and fell asleep, not unpacking anything or even jacking off. Not jacking off was pretty unusual, since I had been jacking almost every night for almost four years. I was really tired! I groaned as I rolled over, realizing how sore I was from the drive and unloading. My feet hit the floor and another difference registered, no carpet. I stood up and walked toward my door and the bathroom beyond. The floor creaked with every step. I could go anywhere in my old house and not be heard, which was great for sneaking out. I figured my every move would be noticed now. I went into the bathroom and pulled my underwear down, pushing down on my hard-on so the stream would hit the toilet bowl. It took a minute to start peeing and I glanced to my left and saw my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Well that is cool at least, I thought. I studied my profile for a few seconds. My short black hair was tousled from sleeping, but it still had a part in the middle. I had just started parting my hair in the middle, cause that's what the cool kids did. My hair still wanted to part on the side but I was training it. I had brown eyes and long lashes, which got lots of comments from girls and Moms. I thought my nose was too big, my Mom called it a Roman nose. I had olive skin that got a 'Savage Tan' in the summer and I was pretty dark from spending most of the last three months at the lake. My lips were not really full but not thin either, I guess they were average and my teeth were very straight and white, with a small gap between my upper front teeth. I was about five feet eight inches tall and weighed one hundred twenty pounds. I played baseball, basketball, tennis and rode my bike everywhere so I was in really good shape. My chest had some definition, tiny brown nipples, and you could count my lower ribs. I couldn't see it from this angle, but I had a nice tight tummy and a 'V' leading down to my dick. Speaking of my dick, it was starting to go down as I was peeing, losing it's five inch length and but still looked about three inches around. I was circumscribed and my head was only a little bit thicker than my shaft and the thickest part was about halfway down. I had a small patch of black pubes which I secretly trimmed. I was not into hair and wished I was still bare down there like I was every where else. My balls were still smooth and even though they could hang down sometimes, most of the time they were pretty high and tight. I think I had a nice ass, not a bubble butt but it did stick out a little even though it was not that big. I had been wearing very short cut off jeans all summer and my butt was a light olive, almost white while the rest of me was very tan. I thought it was a very nice looking contrast. My thighs were not huge but very well formed and tight. The only part of my body I was not really thrilled about was my knees. I thought they were really big for my body. My Mom said I would grow into them, but I really thought they looked funny. My calves were small but muscular and my feet were, well, they were feet. I was thin but not sickly looking, more lean I guess. I thought I was a pretty good looking kid and a lot of the girls thought so too. I finished peeing and thought about jacking off, but I was pretty hungry and I wasn't sure how much everyone in the house could hear. I could hear my parents and sister talking downstairs and I figured they could probably hear me too. So I pulled my underwear up, went back to my room and put on a pair of short orange basketball shorts and my Nike's. I liked to show off my body and I figured if there were other boys like me, I might catch them checking me out. This was my normal summer outfit, and I felt pretty comfortable like this. I went down the stairs, creak, creak, creak and walked through the foyer into the kitchen. My parents and younger sister were sitting at our old kitchen table, which looked weird in this new to me kitchen, eating bacon and eggs. My Mom usually made us a hot breakfast every morning. She was a pretty good cook and I thought I was pretty lucky cause some of my friends Mom's were really bad cooks. My Dad was looking over some sort of forms and Mom got up and made me a plate. My sister, who would be eleven in a month, was telling them about some TV show she had watched. We all said good morning and I sat down to eat. I got along well with my parents, they usually let me run around unsupervised, and they were really cool about me having friends over. They could be embarrassing cause they were parents, but all and all I was pretty happy with them. My sister and I also got along really well. She was not nearly as annoying as other siblings I had know, and if I wasn't doing anything, I was happy to play with her. She never told anyone, but I would play barbie or house or other little girl games with her. I didn't mind entertaining her and she was actually a lot of fun most of the time. And some of her friends who were boys were really cute, so that was a bonus too. They were just starting to get to an age where I thought they might fool around, and I was always looking for boys to fool around with. I guess I would start getting to know a new group of her friends, as well as new friends for me too. It turned out Dad was filling out school forms for us, which made me groan. My birthday was tomorrow and school would start in four days. I didn't even have a party before we moved, and I guess it would be a family only birthday this year. Seems kinda lame, and I started to feel a little sorry for myself, but decided 'Fuck it', can't do anything about it. I just needed to meet some new boys and have some fun. Mom said she wanted me to unpack but then I could ride my bike around and that there was a park a few blocks over. That was cool, parks usually meant boys, which made me happy. We ate breakfast and talked about my new school. I would be going into ninth grade, and it turned out this High School started with eighth grade, which meant I would not be in the youngest class, and that there would be younger boys in my school. I wondered if PE was a mixed grade class. I finished breakfast, gave both my parents a kiss, and clomped up the stairs. It seemed every step echoed throughout the whole house. I spent the next hour unpacking, and when I was finished, my room looked a lot better. My sports trophy's were on the built in shelf and my LP player and records were on the built in desk. I had my posters up, John McEnroe and Peter Flemming, Ken Stabler, Fred Biletnikoff, Jimmy Streeter, and a silly poster of Einstein on my walls. I put my slot car tracks, and I had a lot of them, in my closet. Maybe I could set them up later in the other upstairs bedroom. I was feeling a little better about my room after unpacking. I hurried to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and debated taking a shower, but after checking myself out in the full length mirror, and posing a little, I decided I didn't need one. I checked out my pits, ensuring no hair had decided to sprout out during the night then struck a couple more poses, admiring my tight butt. I'm such a perv. I left the bathroom and raced downstairs and out the door. Well almost out the door. 'Did you put your empty boxes in the shed?' my Dad hollered. 'Nope' I yelled back and ran back to my room to get the empty boxes. I carried them to the metal shed and opened the door and saw it was full of garden supplies and other full boxes of I don't know what. ''The shed's full!' I yelled from the yard toward the house. 'The wooden one in the side yard' my Dad yelled back. I took the boxes to this as yet unknown shed. This shed was more like a play house, with a regular wooden door with a door handle that locked. I went in and the only thing in it was a counter along the back with pegboard above it, already filled with my Dad's tools and our camping equipment. It had a wooden floor and lights and electrical outlets, and two windows. It looked to be big enough to set up our camping cots and I thought maybe this could be a place I could have sleep overs and have some privacy. After three trips I had all my empty boxes on the floor of the wooden shed and yelled Bye as I hopped on my bike and started peddling. I knew just where the park was from the previous weekend and was there in just a couple minutes. There were some adults playing doubles on the tennis courts, some little kids playing on the playground, and I saw young Chris and two other boys hanging out by the basketball courts! Wow, that's cool I thought. He looked at me and waved and I headed that way on my bike. 'Hey man,' he said. 'Sean, right?' 'Yep, and you are Chris?' I asked, but just for show. I definitely remembered his name. Chris was a few inches shorter than me. He had dirty blond hair that hung over his eyebrows and he would twitch his head to keep it out of his eyes, which were very light blue. I could hardly see his eye lashes, they were so light. His nose was tiny and so were his lips. He had chubby cheeks that had red splotches on them and small teeth, which were showing as he smiled at me. He was wearing a faded blue t-shirt with the arms cut off, gray cord shorts, white socks with two blue stripes pulled up to below his knees and blue Chuck Conner Converse tennis shoes. He had a tan, but nothing like mine. His arms looked soft, not a lot of muscle, more like a sixth grader than an eighth grader. He had a scab on his right knee with a little dried blood below it. I thought again how cute he was. 'This is David and Danny' he said. 'They are brothers. Sean just moved here?' He said the last like a question. 'Yeah, we got here yesterday', I replied. David and Danny said hey and nodded their heads to me. David appeared to be older and was about my height and just as thin as I was. Danny was a little taller than Chris and just a little bit stocky. They both had short brown hair, brown eyes and were pretty tan. David was wearing a green t-shirt with Jonesville Wrestling on it, green shorts, white calf length socks and white leather Converse tennis shoes with a green logo. I guess he liked green a lot. He had a pretty smooth face with a little bit of forehead acne, and it looked like he was going to start shaving soon, judging by the thin dark hair over his lip. He had a little bit of hair on his legs. Danny had on a yellow Hang Ten t-shirt, white shorts, white socks up to his knees with red stripes, and also had white leather Converse, but with gold logos. It appeared Converse was the shoe of choice here. Danny's face was blemish free and still very smooth. We started dribbling and lazily shooting baskets while we talked. I told them where I was from and where I lived,and that I loved basketball and had played since first grade, but still wasn't very good. I learned that David was fourteen and a half and was going into ninth grade like me, and was on the wrestling and track teams. Danny had turned thirteen a couple weeks ago and was going into eighth grade like Chris. He played football and was going to go out for the freshman team, which eighth graders could play on. He had already started practicing but today was a day off, which is why he was at the park. Chris didn't play any school sports but he did play trumpet, so we would be in band together when school started. That made me happy cause I was really perving on Chris. I wanted to do all kinds of sexy things with him. David was kinda quiet but Danny and Chris were both smart asses and were fun to listen to. David did smile a lot at their jokes, even when they were joking about him. All three boys seemed pretty cool and I was happy I had gone to the park. We decided to play some two on two and Chris was on my team against the brothers. It was pretty fun even though we got beat pretty bad. I could see why Chris didn't play sports, he was really bad, but he just laughed every time he messed up. We all were laughing a lot while we played. The best part was after the game though. We all walked to the water fountain and both David and Danny took off their shirts. Wow, Danny was really stout. He had small but dark nipples and a lot of chest definition. His had a little bit of a belly cause he was so stocky. When he raised his arms up, I saw to my surprise that he had a small amount of light brown pit hair. I was surprised because he was so smooth everywhere else. I guess he was not shooting blanks, and wondered if I would ever find out. It was just a few strands but it was there. David showed his pits too and he had a lot of hair. I wondered how big his dick was and also if I would find out. Maybe one or both of them would be in PE with me and I could find out. Chris didn't take his shirt off, which was disappointing to me. I did know he had smooth pits from playing basketball and had really hoped to see his chest and nips. I really liked nips and pits. They were my second and third favorite boy parts. I showed off my body cause I was shirtless the whole time. I let everyone see I had smooth pits. The brothers had to leave but Chris and I hung around. There was a walking trail all through the park and we just walked and talked. We seemed to have a lot in common. We both were band geeks, we each had a younger sibling, we both liked a lot of different kinds of music and neither of us watched much TV, preferring to read instead. We had read many of the same books and each of us recommend books to the other. We laid on our backs and watched the clouds and kept talking when we both realized we had not had lunch and it was mid afternoon. I asked him if he wanted to come to my house for a sandwich and he said sure. He had walked to the park so I walked with him to my house while wheeling my bike. We arrived home and I found my Mom and sister in the kitchen and introduced Chris. 'Nice to meet you' he said to my Mom and 'Hiya' to my sister. He was very polite and chatted with my Mom and sister while Mom made us peanut butter sandwiches. She seemed to really like him, which was good for me. Mom took me aside after we had eaten and asked if I wanted to invite Chris for a birthday dinner tomorrow. I asked if he could stay the night afterward and she said yes. I smiled real big and I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 'Thanks, Mom, you're the best.' Chris and I went up to my room and I showed him my custom painted slot cars. He was pretty impressed with my favorite, a baby blue and silver Datsun 240z. He didn't play with slot cars but said he would help me set up the tracks sometime and play with me. 'Hey,' I said, 'You want to come to my birthday dinner tomorrow and then stay the night?' His face lit up. 'Sure, that would be really cool.' I smiled and held my hand up for a high five and he smacked it with his hand. I went lower and he smacked it again. Then I held it sideways but moved my hand when he tried to smack it. 'Too Slow' we both said together and we both cracked up. 'Let's go to my house and ask my Mom if I can stay the night tomorrow. I just live a few blocks over.' 'Sure' I said, and we bounded down the stairs. With two boys running down the stairs, it was really loud all over the house. I told Mom where we were going and she told me to put on a shirt if I was going to meet his Mother. 'Yes' I said in a British accent. 'It is very formal at Chris' house'. Chris and I cracked up again and we ran back up the stairs to my room. I grabbed a white shirt with orange stripes on the sleeves and we bounded back down the stairs. 'From now on' my Mom said loudly, 'We are going to walk down the stairs!' 'Sorry Mom', I shouted as we went out the door at a run. I was in the lead and took a left at the driveway but Chris just laughed and said, 'It's this way' as he ran in the opposite direction. I reversed course and started chasing him. I might have been able to catch him but I preferred the view from behind. As he ran, his shirt would jump up and I could see some of his back. I wasn't really a butt guy, but Damn I thought his pert butt was really sexy. I wanted to hold him face to face with my hands squeezing his cheeks and pulling him into me. Oh crap, I started to get hard so I had to quit thinking about that and instead I started looking at the houses we were passing. He had slowed down and now we were basically jogging side by side. 'It's this way', he said and pointed to the left and slowed to a walk. I matched his pace and pulled my shirt on. We made a couple more turns and he pointed to a house, one much newer than mine, and said, 'That's mine.' Chris' house was a one story rancher on a small lot with about half grass half dirt for a yard. It looked like it needed new paint and there were some screens missing. We walked on the porch and through a very squeaky screen door into his living room. His house smelled better than mine but the furniture was a little more used and it was a lot more cluttered that my house had ever been. I followed him into the kitchen where his Mom was making dinner. He introduced me and I shook her hand. She said Chris had talked about me and seemed excited that I was moving to town. Chris looked pretty embarrassed but I just smiled. 'I told my parents about him too last week. I told them maybe he was one good thing to come from this move. And then we ran into each other in the park on my first real day here! Pretty wild!' She laughed and Chris seemed relieved at what I had said. He smiled at me, kind of a goofy smile that made me laugh. We both cracked up. It seemed like it was really easy to just crack up around him. His Mom laughed too. Chris asked about the birthday dinner and sleepover and she said it sounded like a fun way to end the summer. She reminded him his Dad needed his help after dinner and that dinner was almost ready. I took that as a sign to head out. I told his Mom it was nice to meet her and Thanks for letting Chris stay the night tomorrow. She smiled at me and told me I was a very polite young man. I told Chris bye and that dinner was at six tomorrow and he said he couldn't wait and would be there then. We high fived and I took off for home. I only made one wrong turn on my way. I told my Mom that he could come over tomorrow. She said it was nice that I had made a friend on my first day. I agreed with her. After dinner, I took a shower and then went to my room to read. A couple hours in and I realized I had been thinking about Chris so much I didn't even remember what I had read. So instead of reading, I just closed my eyes, stroked, and thought about kissing him and hugging him and about how his dick would look and taking him in my mouth and sucking him and then I opened my eyes as I had a great cum. My first shot hit my left nipple, the second my belly and then more just oozed out over my hand. I closed my eyes again and imagined it was his cum and licked my hand. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night. I cleaned up my chest, turned off the light and went to sleep, hoping to dream about Chris. Chapter 2 The next day, I woke up thinking about Chris first thing. I went to the bathroom and peed and I really wanted to jack off thinking about him but practiced a lot of restraint and put my dick back in my underwear, threw some shorts on and went downstairs. Everyone was in the kitchen eating breakfast and they all shouted 'Happy Birthday!' Mom made pancakes, sausage, and eggs Benedict. I loved eggs Benedict. I helped with the dishes and Mom told me I didn't have to do anything today, I could be lazy, but Dad asked if I wanted to go to work with him for a bit. I said sure and put on a shirt and went with Dad to his office. It was a Saturday but his secretary was there too. I helped my Dad staple some fliers together and stuff some envelopes. It was boring but I liked helping him out when asked, cause he hardly ever did. At noon, we went to the little diner down the street for lunch. His secretary came too and showed up with Old Chris. We said Hi and nodded to each other. We sat together and talked some but I could tell he didn't really like me and was just there cause of his Mom. I think he was stuck up or something. Which is funny cause his Mom was really nice and my Dad was her boss. Weird but whatever. After lunch, Dad started doing some really boring paperwork so I told him I was heading home. He offered to drive me but it was only about a mile away and I was used to walking and riding my bike a lot further than that so I said, Nah, I'll just walk. I was hoping to see some nice eye candy on the way home but only ran into little kids and parents. Oh well, Chris would be coming over soon... and I hoped cumming too! When I got home I broke down all the moving boxes in the shed without being asked and put them by the trash. Mom was impressed but it was really so Chris and I could sleep there and I could hopefully suck his dick. Hah, what Mom's don't know about their little boys! I tried to read in my room but I kept thinking of Chris and holding my dick. So I went downstairs to read where it would be harder to be tempted to jack. I read and played a couple games with my sister then Mom said it was five o'clock and didn't I want to take a shower before dinner? I wanted to be clean for the sleepover so I took a shower, making sure I hardly touched myself at all, got dressed in white shorts, a yellow tank top to show off my smooth puts, and no shoes or socks. Then I just sat by the window watching for Chris. I waited for a half an hour before I saw him coming down the street. I quickly walked down the stairs and I flung open the door with a big grin on my face. 'Hey Chris.' I practically shouted. He looked surprised for a second then he smiled. 'Hey Sean!' he shouted back and we both cracked up. I think he was looking as forward to this as I was. He was wearing a blue knit shirt and tight white gym shorts that looked like they were at least a size too small. I bowed down and gestured with my arm toward the inside and said with my fake British accent, 'Welcome to my fourteenth.' Chris laughed and went in. 'Thank you so veddy much' he said. I followed him in, and could tell he had just showered by how good and clean he smelled. I admired his butt in those tight shorts, and I wanted to reach out and grab his buns and squeeze but restrained myself. All I did was say 'Cool shorts'. Mom said dinner would be ready in about an hour, so Chris and I went to my room. Dad had said we could sleep in the wooden shed and I just wanted to take him there now and do all kinds of dirty things with his body! But that would have to wait. 'Wanna set up a slot car track?' I asked and he said sure. I got a box of track from my closet and we went into the spare bedroom, with was totally empty. My sister came up and helped us set up a four lane track so we could all play. It took a half hour to set up a basic layout and then we raced. I was the most experienced so I took the slowest car and gave them the faster ones. I let Chris use my favorite 240z. We all had a good time and had some close races. I won most of the races and could have won them all but wanted both of them to win some so it would be fun for everyone. Chris was really nice to my sister and they got along really well. I sat by Chris most of the time and tried to have a leg or arm touching him. He never moved away and it seemed he was touching me some on his own. Pushing into me when he didn't have to be that close and holding his ground. I had a semi hard dick most of the time. Mom eventually called us down to dinner. We left the track set up and raced, then walked fast down the stairs when I saw Moms face. We sat at the table, Chris next to me of course, and ate Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans with almonds and green fruit salad, my favorite meal. Chris complimented my Mom on the meal and she was beaming. Desert was chocolate cake with chocolate icing with Happy Birthday Sean written on it and fourteen burning candles, accompanied by a very badly sung Happy Birthday. I made my wish.. I can't tell you what but I but you can guess, and managed to blow them all out. We joked a lot during dinner and dessert and Chris fit right in with our silliness. It was like we all had know him for years, not just meeting him for the first or second time. I was super happy and didn't even care if I got any presents... well, I cared some. Presents did come next. I got a new basketball, two new slot cars I had told my parents I wanted and some clothes from my parents. My sister gave me a STYX album, Crystal Ball, that I wanted, which was awesome, and Chris even had a present, Long after Midnight, a collection of Ray Bradbury short stories that I had not heard of but he said were really good. He even inscribed it. 'To my new good friend Sean, from Chris'. That really made me smile. It was surprisingly a really good birthday. We helped clean up then went to my bedroom with Jane following along and listened to the STYX album she had gotten me. We talked and Chris told her what teachers were cool in the middle school and told her about a couple girls she should talk to. I asked about the High School but he really didn't know too much because it would be his first year there too. Around nine my Mom called Jane down and I told Chris we were going to sleep in the shed in the yard. He looked at me weird and I just laughed and said 'Wait til you see it.' He helped me grab my stereo and a few albums and we walked to the shed. When I opened the door, he said it was nothing like his shed. He wasn't expecting floors and windows and electricity. We ran back to the house and got sleeping bags, blankets and pillows. Another trip for some cokes, chips and cookies and we were set. We told my parents good night, I hugged and kissed them both and my Mom hugged Chris, and we were out the door and in the shed with the door locked behind us. This was the part of my birthday I was looking the most forward to. I set up two camping chairs and we turned on the stereo. We drank cokes, ate chips, burped and laughed a ton. It really was like we had known each other forever. We were sitting pretty close to each other and our knees were touching a lot, but neither of us moved away when they did. We talked like we had at the park. Most of our talk was about books and movies and general boy stuff, but boners and jacking off were mentioned some too. He often had boners and he was starting to jack off more and more. This was good information to have. Soon it was close to midnight. I couldn't believe it had gotten so late. I said we should make a pallet with the sleeping bags and blankets and he thought that was a cool idea. We made the pallet and I pulled my shorts off and got under the covers. Chris took his shirt off and I immediately started getting hard. He may have baby fat on his cheeks, but he had no fat anywhere else on him at all. I turned the radio on and the light off and we laid down beside each other, under the covers. He pulled his shorts off after he was under the covers. We could easily see each other from the light of the streetlights shining through the windows. It was the time I was waiting for. Truth or Dare. I didn't even ask if he wanted to play, I just said straight out, Truth or Dare. He immediately answered Truth. Good sign. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said no way. He asked me Truth or Dare and I too said truth. 'Have you ever kissed a girl.' 'Yes' I said. 'Three different girls at a party.' 'Truth or Dare.' 'Truth' he answered again. 'Have you ever kissed a girl?' 'Yeah, behind the school last year.' 'Cool,' I said, 'and Truth.' Chris looked at me and grinned. 'Did you jack off last night?' I was surprised he asked that but was more than happy to reply. 'Yeah, I did!' He eyes got big. 'Wow, you answered that!' 'It's Truth or Dare. You gotta answer.' 'Truth or Dare' I said again. He thought for a second then replied 'Truth.' 'Did you wake up with a hard-on this morning?' He looked up in the air and scrunched his lips. 'Yeah, pretty much every morning.' 'T or D?' "Truth.' 'Have you every gotten to second base?' I had gotten a lot further than second base with boys, but not with a girl. 'Yes,' was all I replied. He again answered Truth and I asked if he had a hard-on now. Noooo, he said, all drawn out. He asked me if I did on my next truth. 'Yeah, from the minute we started playing.' I answered which caused him to raise his eyebrows. He answered Dare for the first time. 'I dare you to get your dick hard now.' 'Too late,' he said. 'It was a semi when you asked before and now it is hard!' That made my dick get even harder. I thought that soon I would be able to see his hard-on and my heart started beating a little faster. I answered Dare this time and he quickly dared me to beat my meat for ten seconds. That was something I was willing to do and I quickly put my hand in my underwear and slowly beat my meat for ten seconds, but still under the covers. 'You didn't say so that you could see', I said, laughing. He said dare again, and this time I had a good one. 'I dare you to sleep in the nude tonight.' I wondered if he would take my dare, or maybe say only while we were playing. But he just grinned, and then the next thing I knew he was showing me his underwear and laying it down beside him. Now I was really really excited and I just knew we would be getting sexy soon! "Truth,' I said to mix it up a bit. Then he asked me something I really wanted him to. 'Have you ever jacked off with another boy?' I grinned sheepishly. 'Yeah'. 'Cool.' he said which I took as a good sign. He answered truth and I asked, 'Do you have any pubes?' 'Yes,' was his one word answer. I went with dare this time and he looked me in the eyes for a few seconds before saying, 'You sleep in the nude tonight too.' Wow, this was working out awesome. He had to want to play with both of us naked. I slowly pushed my underwear down and pulled them out of the covers, twirled them on my finger for a couple seconds and then threw them all the way onto the workbench. I would have to get out of the covers naked to get them back. He grinned and then laughed. We both started laughing and he punched me on the shoulder so I punched him back. Physical contact, another good sign. I had a lot of experience testing weather boys were willing to play, and he was passing with flying colors. 'Dare', he said without prompting. Did I get him to touch me now or was it too soon. I decided to have him touch himself instead. 'You jack off for ten seconds'. He immediately put his hand under the covers and I could see the motion of a slow jack off. He closed his eyes and jacked for about thirty seconds before opening them and grinning. 'Went a little long,' he smirked. 'Truth or Dare.' I replied Truth and he asked a great question. 'Did you get to second base with a girl?' Well shit, that was pretty direct. I knew he had me and just ginned sheepishly. 'No,' was all I said. He nodded his head as if that was the answer he knew I would give. I got just a little nervous then. 'Truth' he said and I went balls to the wall. 'Would you ever jack off with another boy?' 'Yeah,' he said, looking me right in the eye. 'That's how I learned how to.' I smiled and said 'Cool.' 'Truth' I said. 'Have you ever had a blowjob?' 'Absolutely,' I replied. 'Really? No fooling?' 'Really, no fooling. Several in fact.' I was putting myself out there cause I knew follow up questions would reveal it was from a boy or, rather, many boys. He just kinda looked at me like the wheels were really turning and it was like he had already figured that out. 'Truth or Dare', he asked me and he put the emphasis on the Dare. He wanted me to say dare and I did too so I answered 'Dare'. He got a pretty big grin on his face. 'I dare you to suck me for ten seconds' My eyes widened as he pulled the covers down, and I got to see his dick for the first time. He was circumcised and about four inches long, thicker then my thumb, but not by much. His head was just barely bigger around than his shaft and like mine, the thickest part of his shaft was about halfway down. He had light brown pubic hairs, but you could almost count them there were so few. His sack hung down with small acorn sized balls resting on his thighs. He was very hard and sticking up at a forty five degree angle... thanks geometry. It was slightly darker than the surrounding pale skin, about the same as his suntan. Chris flexed and it bobbed up a couple times. I was really impressed with his dare. He basically knew I had fooled around with boys and he was really putting the onus to fool around on me. He had said he had jacked with another boy, now I guess he wanted another boy to blow him. And I was going to happily oblige him! 'Nice dick,' I said and Chris laughed. 'It tastes great too!' he exclaimed. 'How do you know?' I said. 'You ever taste it?' 'I've tried, but I can't quite reach it.' he laughed again and so did I. I reached out with my right hand and lightly touched the head of his dick with my finger and slowly moved it down his shaft and over his scrotum. I retraced my steps up his shaft then using my index finger and thumb, very lightly went back down and then up his dick in a jacking motion, not holding it hard enough to move his skin. Chris exhaled loudly and whispered, 'Feels good.' 'Supposed to' I replied and he giggled. My heart was beating so fast. My mouth was watering. My dick was so hard. I held his dick a little tighter and pulled it up and away from his body into almost a ninety degree position. I moved my fingers up and down his shaft again, this time holding it firmly and jacked him three times as I lowered my mouth toward his groin. On the third jack I went back down and with my tongue licked his head all over. I jacked up again and on the downward jack I lowered my mouth further to engulf his entire head. I rolled my tongue all around and heard Chris gasp. He smelled and tasted so great. I lowered my mouth until I reached his body, holding all his dick in my mouth, then slowly moved up then back down, jacking him with my mouth. My mouth kept watering, as if this were the greatest thing it had ever had in it and I had to keep swallowing to keep my saliva from covering his pubic bone.. Thanks sex ed for the body parts lecture! With my right hand, I traced his balls in his scrotum then lightly pushed between his thighs and he spread his legs, giving me better access to his sack. I cupped his sack in the palm of my hand and continued moving my mouth up and down on his dick. I moved back up again and let his dick fall from my mouth, then using suction on the underside of his shaft, moved down and back up again, stopping just below his head and with my tongue fingered the underside of his head. Chris gasped again and put his hands on my head. I took him back into my mouth and moved down then up. I peeked up at Chris and his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. His hands were still on my head and he was rubbing my hair a little bit. I closed my eyes and continued to slowly suck him down and up. My breath was coming fast and my heart was still beating a mile a minute. It was well past ten seconds, but I was way too far gone in lust to care. I wanted to keep sucking him forever. I kept moving up and down and started fondling his balls. I scooted up so that I was on my knees instead of my elbow, keeping his dick in my mouth but freeing up my left hand. I put my left hand under his arms and on his taut belly and started rubbing in a circular motion. I keep slowly sucking up and down his dick and started to move my left hand up, now going in a back and forth motion across his belly then over his ribs and up to his tiny nipples. I could feel how erect both nipples were as I moved over then. I stopped on his left nipple and lightly pinched and rubbed it. This caused Chris to groan. A boy groaning while his dick is in my mouth is just about the sexiest sound ever! He increased his pressure on my head with his hands and he started to rub my hair faster. I continued to fondle his balls with my right hand, sucking up and down his shaft with my mouth and pinching his nipple with my left hand. Chris started that instinctual fucking motion, thrusting his hips up as I was going down, then lowering them as I moved back up. We kept that up for probably thirty seconds. I wasn't sure if he was getting close to cumming or not, but I knew he was really getting into it. I didn't want him to cum yet, so on my next upward suck, I released his balls and dick and nipple and lowered myself back onto my elbow. 'Shit!' Chris exclaimed as he opened his eyes. 'That felt better than anything has ever felt in my entire life!' 'I know', I said. 'Cool, right?' He was breathing pretty hard and was twitching his dick, trying to get that feeling back again. 'You have done that before, right?' he asked. I figured direct and honest would be the best course. 'Yeah, my friends and I figured that out a couple years ago.' He nodded and I knew when he didn't say Gross or That's Gay that he just might be up for my next dare. 'I dare you to suck me for ten seconds' I said as I laid on my back and lowered the covers still on me to show him my five hard inches. I was afraid that even though I wasn't much bigger and thicker than him, he would be pretty nervous about sucking me and I wasn't sure if our playtime was over. Boys had chickened out on me before after I had sucked them first. Chris lowered his eyes to my groin. 'You are bigger than me, and have a lot more hair.' 'I'm a year older. You'll be bigger than me in a year. I was smaller than you right after I turned thirteen. It started to grow and get darker and hairier around then.' I explained. He looked from my dick to my eyes, back to my dick then back to my eyes. 'I have never done this before. I probably won't be very good' 'Just do what I did. It is sorta like sucking on a lollipop, just make sure you don't use your teeth. It will feel real good no matter if it's your first time or not. And if you don't want to, then don't do it. I won't be mad'. Chris scooted down and rolled onto his right hip and elbow, reached out with his left hand and wrapped it around my shaft. 'Ooh', I groaned, 'Feels good already.' He jacked me a couple times as he studied my dick. He let go and traced my balls in my hairless scrotum, then ran his fingers through my pubes. He could explore as much as he wanted. He fisted my shaft again and slowly jacked up and down. He licked his lips and leaned over and down, stopping a couple inches away from my head. He pulled up with his fist and leaned the rest of the way in and with his tongue sticking out, gave my head a tentative lick. He licked again then formed his mouth in an O and lowered his mouth onto my head. I could feel his tongue moving around and then he pulled off and looked up at me. 'It doesn't taste bad', he said then grinned. He turned his attention back to my dick and this time just went down all the way to his fist, getting about three inches in his mouth. He stayed like that for a couple seconds, trying to move his tongue around then pulled back up and then down again. It felt so awesome, his soft warm mouth moving up and down on me. Knowing he had never had a dick in his mouth was really sexy and exciting. I put my hand on the back of his neck and gently rubbed his smooth skin. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. He may have never done this before, but he learned very quickly. I kept rubbing his neck as he continued to move his mouth up and down. I slowly moved down his back and across his shoulder blades. I loved touching a boy all over his smooth body, and Chris had a very soft, very smooth body. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth and he changed from a fist to two fingers holding my shaft, which allowed more of my dick to enter his mouth. He was really giving me an excellent blow job. I rubbed down to the small of his back and then back up to his neck. Chris would bob down on my dick, then pull up, and holding my head in his mouth, move his tongue all over. He seemed to really be getting into this. With my left hand rubbing his back, I put my right hand on his head and guided him up and down in time with my thrusts. 'You are really good at this,' I whisper groaned. He moved his hand from my dick to my balls and lightly squeezed and fondled them. I let go of his head so I didn't push him down too far and gag him. He kept sucking me, moving up and down, stopping and working my head over with his tongue every third or forth thrust. Chris had been sucking my dick for a couple minutes and I knew I was going to reach the point of no return soon. 'OK, stop. I'm gonna cum real soon if you don't.' He pulled off and leaned back on the pallet beside me. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Spit really builds up.' 'Yeah it does' He looked at my dick and then in my eyes. 'I did good?' 'Damn good. That was awesome!' I enthused. 'You got the hang of it really fast and Man, that was good!' 'Thanks, I guess'. He seemed to be thinking for a few seconds. 'How many boys have you done that with?' 'I don't know,' I replied. 'Maybe ten or so? A lot of my friends like to fool around.' Chris stared at the ceiling and didn't say anything for a few seconds. I didn't know if he wanted to ask more questions but I knew I wanted to make him cum, and make him cum in my mouth. I got back on my knees beside him. He looked up at me then spread his legs some. I put my right hand on his inner thigh and my left on his belly, leaned forward, and swallowed his hard dick all the way down. I used a lot of suction and started jacking him with my mouth, moving my lips up to the underside of his sweet head then all the way back down. I squeezed and rubbed his inner thigh with my right hand and rubbed his belly with my left, feeling it tense and relax as I sucked him. I alternated from rubbing his thigh to fondling his balls as Chris spread his legs even wider. With one hand I was rubbing his belly, lightly encircling his bellybutton as I went by; with the other hand gently rubbing his nuts then going lower and rubbing his hard taint; and with my mouth, bobbing up and down on his dick fast. He put his hands on my head and started moving his hips, fucking my mouth. He started breathing faster and louder and I knew he was feeling really good and probably about to start cumming. I let him take over the rhythm and held my mouth still as he thrust up and down, his thighs alternately hardening and relaxing. Chris moved his feet up closer to his butt, and with his knees in the air, thrust deep into my mouth, trying to get length he didn't have down my throat. He was pushing my head down on his upward thrusts. I could see his sac shrinking and pulling his balls up to his body. I knew he was close to cumming and wondered if he knew. 'I'm gonna cum', he raggedly whispered, answering my unspoken thought, and let go of my head. He tried to pull his dick from my mouth but I followed him down, put my arm under him and hugged him tight. His butt was soft and warm against my arm. He had stopped thrusting so I took back over, moving up, stopping to rub his head with my tongue, then back down with a lot of suction. I was not going to lose any sperm he could push out. I felt his hands on my head again and he resumed pushing himself into my mouth. He thrust three more times then pushed down on my head and held still. I felt him twitch and then a warm spurt hit my tongue. He twitched again and more cum squirted out. I moved down then back up his dick and he pulsed one more dollop then several dry twitches. I noticed he had grabbed my hair only after he realized it and suddenly let go. I moved down his dick and squeezed up, trying to get every drop he had. He straightened his legs and I pulled my arm from under him. I continued to hold his warm dick in my mouth, not sucking anymore, just holding it lightly and feeling it twitch occasionally. I laid my left cheek on his belly, used my right hand to gently rub his tight scrotum, and just inhaled his sweet odor. I held this position, with my butt high in the air, for about thirty seconds then reluctantly released him from my mouth and sat up. I still had his cum in my mouth, and as I stared down at him, I tasted his very sweet offering. I rubbed his cum all through my mouth with my tongue and then swallowed. He didn't cum a lot, but it was sure tasty. I don't know that any had tasted better than his. Chris had his eyes closed. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily. His chest was also flushed while his nipples were hard. His dick jumped every few seconds. His balls were high and tight, a very prepubescent look, and it appeared his thighs were quivering slightly. He was a very, very sexy sight. I wanted to lean down and kiss him on his lips, which were still slightly puffy from sucking me earlier. I resisted, but it was tough. Instead I reached out and lightly rubbed his leg. He opened his eyes. 'OK, That was the best feeling ever!' That was good, his first reaction was a compliment. This was a scary time for me. Chris had sucked me after I sucked him, but this was bigger. I had sucked him to orgasm and then held on and forced him to cum in my mouth. I basically outed myself, I guessed. Fooling around was one thing, being gay was different. I had fooled around with plenty of boys and been gay with some. I had been lucky so far, I guess. Only one boy I 'outed' myself to caused problems, telling everyone I was a 'fag', and 'sissy boy' and that I was always trying to suck his dick. Most of the kids didn't care and I only lost a couple friends. Others kids I had gone too far with just said no thanks and kept it to themselves. A couple didn't care at all and were happy to let me blow them. I had just met Chris but I really liked him. He was one of those people you meet and it somehow seems you have known each other forever. I thought he was really cute and sexy, and it would be awesome if he were like me. But if he wasn't, I really wanted to be his friend anyway. I hoped I had not blown his friendship by blowing his dick. He looked up at me. 'You ate my cum. Why did you do that?' 'I really like the taste of cum. My friend taught me to try it when I was younger than you and I liked it, so I eat it.' 'I don't want you to cum in my mouth, but give me a minute and I will suck you again and try to make you cum.' 'You don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel you have to cause I did you.' Chris cocked his head at me and narrowed his eyes. 'I liked doing it', he said and then looked surprised. I don't know if he was surprised he liked it or that he said it out loud. 'I liked making you feel good and feeling you squirm cause you liked it so much. It doesn't taste bad and I think you are cool so it's cool.' 'Cool' was all I said as I laid on my back next to him, touching his leg and arm with my leg and arm. He didn't move away, just laid there still breathing a little heavy. I looked over at him because I really liked looking at him. His legs were very smooth, just a few short light blond hairs on his shins. He had long legs and I guess average sized feet, and I noticed that his toenails were perfectly cut. 'How do you get your toenails perfect?' I asked. 'My Mom cuts them'. My eyes moved back up to his sac, which was still very high and tight. It appeared to be totally hairless. His dick was still very hard, pointing at the same forty five degree angle as before we started. It was shiny from my mouth which was very sexy to me. I looked at his belly with his small innie navel. His breathing made it rise and fall in rhythm. I loved how I could see almost all his ribs and I just wanted to rub my fingers and tongue all over them. His small light nipples were still hard, beckoning me to use my mouth and bathe them. His right arm was above his head and his very very smooth armpit was also beckoning me to bathe it with my tongue. And his lips, his slightly swollen lips. What could I do with them? Part them with my fingers? My Tongue? My dick? Any and all of those suggestions went through my mind. He had the cutest, tiny, slightly upturned nose, positioned over a smooth upper lip. Just waiting for Eskimo kisses. I would kiss him anywhere in any way he would let me. His ruddy cheeks had a dusting of a few light freckles, which I had not noticed before. I wonder If cumming and the check flush had brought them out. He had sweat over his ears and on his forehead, slightly dampening his straight hair, which was pushed to the side, not over his eyebrows. His eyes, which I suddenly noticed were studying me, were a very light blue, and seemed to be penetrating my soul. I blushed from being caught studying him so intently. That made him grin. 'You really like me, don't you.' This was a statement, not a question. I lowered my eyes to the bed. Usually I was not this shy. 'Yeah, I think you are really cool' I quietly said. 'You're cool too' he said as he turned on his side and scooted down, putting his face close to my groin. He gently pried my legs apart and I spread them for him. He climbed over my left leg and settled in between them, his knees on the ground and his butt on his feet. He leaned forward, putting his face right over my dick. He reached out with his right hand and firmly grabbed my dick, lifted it up and then immediately moved his mouth down and over my head. He just held me there, moving his tongue all around my head, causing me to squirm. I tightened my legs around him and entwined my ankles. This was a position I hoped to be in with him soon, but instead of his mouth on my dick, it would be his dick in my butt. He moved his fist down, with his mouth following. He held me tight and raised his mouth up then back down. He did this several times. Up and down. It was such an awesome sight, seeing my dick in his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he repeatedly raised and lowered his head. Occasionally he would stop at the top, just holding me in his mouth for a few seconds, then slowly lower himself to his fist. I was feeling really good. I put my head back and closed my eyes. 'Feels so good' I said quietly. He moved up to the top and swirled his tongue on my head, then pulled all the way off. 'Supposed to', he said then giggled. I grinned and then groaned as he lowered his mouth back down, slowly going all the way to his fist again. Back up then down and I was really getting into it. I undid my feet and placed them on the floor close to my butt. I pushed my hips up as Chris went down then pulled down as he went up. He put his left hand on my knee then moved it along the inside of my thigh. Oh man, that was sexy. I groaned again. He moved back to my knee then down again. He was still slowly bobbing up and down my dick, and I was getting very close to erupting. I pushed up and down. I wanted to get more of my dick in his mouth but he kept a tight grip on the base with his fist. This did allow me to push up hard, not worrying about gagging him. I started moving faster and he picked up the pace too. He moved his arm to my side, his elbow on my butt, and slowly stroked my belly in time to his sucking. This was really hot and I wasn't lasting much longer. 'I'm gonna cum real soon.' I gasped. 'You should pull off and jack me.' Chris kept sucking and stroking my belly. 'Really gonna cum soon' I said again. He just kept moving up and down, and I was past the point of no return. 'Chris, your gonna get a mouthful in a second. I cum a lot more than you do!' He just ignored me so I gave up. I was cumming soon and I was cumming now! My butt clinched, my stomach tightened, and I was shooting. 'Unghhh' was the only sound I could get out. I kept my eyes open to watch Chris and see what was happening. My first shot hit when he was on a down stroke. He lifted up and pulled off, aiming my dick toward my face and started jacking me. I could see my cum on his lips and trickling down his chin. He had a weird look on his face. But he kept jacking me as I shot again, leaving a trail right between my nipples to almost my bellybutton. I shot again and this spurt landed near my neck. Another just went in the air and landed beside me on the sleeping bag. Then cum started oozing out, going down my dick and over Chris' hand. He slowed down jacking me and I shot a couple more oozers. This was by far the most I had ever cum. Chris really did it for me. He was just so damn sexy and sweet, and I thought he was so damn cute. I put my hand over his to stop his jacking me. 'I told you I was cumming' I said as I used my index finger to wipe cum off his chin. 'Why didn't you pull off?' 'I wanted you to feel good and I thought I could do it. I didn't like it though. Too slimy'. He did lick his lips though and swallowed. 'It doesn't taste terrible, not great either, but it is too slimy I think.' He licked and swallowed again. 'No, it doesn't taste too bad.' I sat up and held his cum covered hand. Well, it wasn't covered, just a few dollops. I brought his hand to my face and licked his middle finger, which seemed to have to most on it. 'Tickles' he said, 'and Gross'. He pulled his hand away and snorted. 'That was weird.' I guess that struck us both as pretty funny. We both laughed and then cracked up. He then used his index finger to wipe some cum from my chest and held it toward my face. I leaned forward and sucked his finger like it was his dick and ate all the cum on it. We both cracked up again. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped the rest of my cum from us and we sat indian style on the pallet facing each other. I was still very hard, and he was about halfway soft. I grabbed a canned coke and pulled off the tab. We handed it back and forth, sharing it until it was empty. We were looking at each other when we both let out tremendous burps. Of course we cracked up. We calmed down some and then Chris asked me a question. 'Are you gay?' I had to look up because I was checking out his gorgeous shrinking dick. His face was pretty expressionless and he was looking me right in the eyes. I looked him in the eyes too and answered. 'Yeah, I have know for a couple years that I like boys.' I answered him. I had never had a friend ask me this, though some of them could just tell, and I knew that they knew I was gay. I had never said out loud to anyone that I was gay. My older friend called me gay and I never said I wasn't, but I never said I was either. I was feeling OK about this though. Chris may or may not be gay, but he did try to swallow my cum, and I thought that meant he was really fucking cool. 'Am I gay?' he asked. He seemed to be perfectly serious. I really loved how he just said what he was thinking. 'I don't know. You aren't gay because of what we did tonight. I've fooled around with a lot of boys, and only one of them besides me is gay. We're boys, and boys like to feel good. Friends will do things for their friends to make them feel good. I think that's what you did. You learned how good it felt to get a blow-job, and you wanted me to have that same awesome feeling. I think that just makes you really cool. And I think that makes you a really good friend.' Whew, what a speech. I tried to look at him the whole time, but spent some of it looking behind him. I did look him in the eye as I finished. He smiled when I called him a really good friend. 'I think you are really cool too and I think you are my best friend already.' He blushed a little when he said that. I just wanted to grab him and hold him and pet him and kiss him all over. So I did. I reached out and grabbed him in a hug. I put my chin on his shoulder and he put his on mine. I squeezed him to me tight and he squeezed me back. We just held each other for a good thirty seconds, breathing each others scent and slowly rocking. Our chests and knees were the only things touching and it felt so wonderful to feel his smooth warm skin against mine. I pulled us apart but kept my hands on his sides. His hands were gripping my shoulders. I rubbed up and down his sides very slowly as I looked him in the eye. 'Thanks for being so cool. I've never talked about being gay with anyone before.' He didn't pull away, he didn't look disgusted, he didn't do anything other then keep holding my shoulders and looking me in the eyes. 'How do you know you are gay? Maybe you just like making your friends feel good.' 'Well, when I jack off, I think about boys. When I go to sleep, I think about boys. When I think about kissing, I'm kissing a boy. So I'm pretty sure I like boys.' He nodded and got a thoughtful look. 'I don't think about girls when I jack off, I just think about how good it feels. I don't think about kissing anyone. I'm not sure what I think about when I go to sleep, usually my day or what is happening tomorrow. What's that make me?' 'Some kind of weirdo, I guess,' I answered really sarcastically and we both cracked up. We laughed and kept touching each other as we calmed down. I put my hands on his knees and he put his hands on mine. He gave me a crooked smile. 'You can perv on me if you want, I don't mind. It's kinda cool to have you really like me.' 'Thanks, been doing it since I met you.' I squeezed his knees and then held out my arms as he launched himself at me, tackling me and taking me to my back. We were both laughing so hard we couldn't even wrestle and he just laid on me, between my legs, his soft dick atop my still hard one, his belly on mine, and his cheek on my chest. He snaked his arms under my pits and held onto my shoulders. I put my arms around him, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his lower back. We both giggled and sorta snuggled into each other. Hmmm, maybe he was, at the very least, willing to experiment with being gay. I closed my eyes and rubbed his back and shoulders. He skin was silky smooth, his hair soft and still a bit sweaty. A definite aphrodisiac for me. 'I've never had a naked hug before', Chris stated. 'It feels good. Your skin is really warm and soft.' He snuggled into me even more, and I could feel his dick hardening against mine. Just as I was thinking about going another round, I could hear and feel him yawn against my chest. I scooted us around so we were totally on our pallet. Chris just laid on me the whole time. I think he was really into hugging, and was just realizing it. He continued to hold on to me and yawned again. I reached over and pulled one of the blankets over us. I resumed rubbing his back with my left hand and held him on me with my right hand on his lower back. I continued to rub and inhale his musky boy smell as he fell asleep. It didn't take very long. It was pretty late and he had cum pretty hard earlier. I guess he had had several new experiences tonight and he was worn out. I thought it was really sweet that he fell asleep on me and only made me more infatuated with him. I really really wanted to be his lover, and I thought that was still an option, maybe even a likely one. But I would settle for his friendship. Chris was a special special boy, and he deserved whatever he wanted. I held him for at least fifteen minutes as he slept. I would have loved to have held him on me all night, but I wasn't much bigger than him, and his weight was a little too much for me. I rolled to my left, slowly depositing him on the pallet beside me. I laid beside him, pulled the covers back over us, and watched him sleep. I thought he was beautiful. And not just the way he looked, but the way he thought, the way he acted. This was some kid I was with. I closed my eyes too and was soon asleep with him, knowing anything I dreamed about would be no better that what had happened tonight. This was my best birthday ever, no doubt about it. Who would have thought?