ADOLESCENCE

                                               Jack Sprat

     Adolescence can be hell, even worse when you are living with an alcoholic 
fighting mom and dad. Other familys I know love their children and don't spend 
their time in bars or always having a drink in their hand at home.  Neither 
care about me. There is no love in our family. 

     I have one friend whom I trust. He is Dan. Dan's hobby is computers. He 
also sells them for a living. I got to know Dan by visiting his store and 
using his demo to play games. Dan knows I want to learn more, and  gives me 
instruction when there are no customers to serve. 

     Coming home one evening, I heard loud fighting inside our house which was 
not uncommon. A police car with flashing lights was approaching. Someone had 
called the cops again. I was beyond crying. I just felt a deep emptyness and 
sadness. I stood on the sidewalk and watched the two patrolmen briskly walk to 
the door and knock loudly. I turned away. I never wanted to return. Maybe Dan 
was still at his store. 
 
     The store lights blinked out as I arrived. Dan stepped out and turned the 
door key, locking up for the night.  

     "Dan. you've got to help me."

     This night my my tears flowed as I told Dan my whole story. Dan hugged me 
tightly.  

     "Let's go to my place for dinner," he softly suggested.

     We went to his apartment. After filling up on a big plate of spaghetti, 
the world looked a little better. Dan rubbed my back as we sat on the sofa and 
watched TV. 

    "You can stay here tonight and sleep on the sofa," Dan said. I watched as 
he rummaged through a closet pulling out sheets and blankets for the makeshift 
bed. I helped him make it. It looked very comfortable. 

    "I'm sure you will feel better tomorrow. We can talk more then. Maybe 
you'd like to live with me for while? I might as well tell you now, I'm gay. 
Goodnight!" 

     Dan turned off my lamp and entered his bedroom, its light disappearing 
as he shut the door. It also darkening my room.

                                    *

     There was so much going through my head. I really liked Dan. I lay and 
pondered as I fondled myself. Since I was straight, would I let a gay person 
use me?. The answer was no, but with Dan, maybe yes. 

     Dan would know where the good feeling areas were. No doubt he wanted his 
partners to have the same good feelings he knew how to give to himself. 

      How passive would I be? How far would I let him explore? I know I would 
be so embarrassed showing my nakedness while his exploring hands  touched all 
of my sensitive private areas. I'm still a virgin 

      I guess every male at one time or another has thought about running a 
finger up and down anothers crack. Dan would want to do this. It would be 
expected. Would he slide his finger up my ass? I would never let him try to 
fuck me. I'm far too tight. I just didn't know how far I would go, or if I 
would like anything he did. . 

     I woke the next morning very refreshed and salivating to the smell of the 
pancakes and sausages Dan had prepared for breakfast. Filling my stomach, I 
washed down my last bite with a swallow of hot coffee. It was Sunday. Dan was 
home for the day. He sat across the table from me, glad that my gloomy mindset 
from last evening had changed. 

     Nursing more coffee, I told more about my disfunctional family enviroment  
and the hurt and hate I had.

     Dan listen sympathetically and attentively. 

     "Have you considered staying here for awhile?"

     "I would, if you would like me."

     Dan made eye contact. "Last night, I told you I was gay."

     "I know, Dan. And I'm straight. I thought a lot about this before I slept 
last night." I'm scared, but if you promise to be real gentle, and I can say 
no if I don't like some things, I'll try it." 

     "Are you a virgin?"  asked Dan.

     I nodded.

     "Then tonight we will start real slow. I will give your body a massage 
promising not to touch any of your private parts unless you ask me. 

     I took Dan for his word. After dinner, a portable massage table was 
assembled. Dan lay an open sheet atop and asked me to strip and lay face down. 
I stripped to my white briefs. Dan said uninterrupted massage strokes from the 
legs to the back could be better administered if my shorts were removed, but 
not to remove them if it wouldn't feel right. 

     I knew I would be very self conscious if I lay naked on the table, so I 
told him that I wanted to leave them. Dan Understood.

     Lights were dimmed, soft relaxing music came from a Hi-Fi tape as Dan 
warmed the massage oil, rubbing it in his hands, then applying it to the back 
of my legs. It felt strange to be touched. I gave a start and tightened up. 

     His warm hands slowly moved back and forth and down to my bare feet where 
more oil was added. Each toe was gently tugged with the between webbing softly 
pressed between two rolling fingers. The arch of each foot was  slowly run 
against his arm. A gentle ankle massage followed. 

     "I don't want you to talk," said Dan. Just listen to the music and relax. 
Moans will come natural. If you feel like crying, let the tears flow. It is 
all in the process." 

     Dan's well oiled hands ran up my thighs, over my shorts to my upper back. 
Massaging fingers pressed against my spine working on each bone to the top. 
Open hands pressed and moved outwards on my back.  I'd  never had the caring 
touch of another human. I began to cry. Tears flowed. 

     Fingers dug into my shoulder muscles, kneading deeply. I was asked to 
turn over. 

     The whole process continued on the front of my body. My abdomen, my ribs, 
my arms, my hands and my fingers all felt the rubbing application of the warm 
oil. 

     I never guessed there was a face massage. Gentle moving fingers passed 
over my eyebrows, closed eyelids, under my nose and across lips.  Fingers dug 
softly into my scalp, and my ears were explored with ear lobes slipping 
through lubricated tugs. 

     I was limp with bliss. Dan warmed more oil, his hands again moving over 
my stomach and abdomen, this time his fingers partially lifting the elastic 
band in my shorts. 

     "If you will raise up, I will slip your shorts off."

     I was so relaxed and vulnerable. My crotch craved to be massaged. I 
raised my butt, feeling my shorts slide from my body. I spread my legs and 
moaned with ecstasy as I was gently grasped, my hard penis greeting the oil 
and rhythmic strokes. Dan's finger slowly pushed into my ass as his warm, wet 
tongue tickled me to climax. I sobbed with bliss. 

     It was a good period of time before I could be helped to my feet. Dan had 
stripped naked too. Our eyes met. I put my arms around his warm body, hugged 
him tightly and kissed him. 

     I knew I would have a long happy stay.

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