From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Reply-To: an395341@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 05:11:38 UTC
Subject: JimStory (love, m/m, excellent) 1/1

Greetingz. It be me, Mercury.

        This story is special.  I know everybody and their fucking
brother has it.  Because it's good.  And everyone's posting it
everywhere.  But let me give you a motherfucking history lesson.

        I know who wrote this.  My best friend.  This story was
written at my request.  Years ago.  His first attempt at erotica,
maybe.  So fucking appreciate it.  It's good.  Partly from his own
experience as a boy.

                             Jim's Story

     Jim  was  fourteen when this story starts.  He was a good looking
kid of  slender build, creamy skin, longish blond hair which tended to
hang down  over  his  brown  eyes,  an infectious laugh, a devastating
smile,   and  sexual  equipment  which  would  have  looked  good on a
sixteen-year-old.    Additionally, he had a very healthy case of horny
which  demanded  satisfaction every day, a firm little ass that looked
like it  would  fit  into  a  teacup, and a happy uninhibited attitude
toward  life.  His dick, when hard, turned up at a saucy angle and was
really  quite  pretty  to  look  at.    One  thing  that  troubled him
sometimes,  however, was the fact that while other boys his age seemed
to think girls were fun to look at and think horny thoughts about, Jim
thought that boys were much more inspiring in that way than girls.  Of
course,  he  knew  better than to say anything about it to anyone, and
actually  no  one  in  the world knew that boys turned him on.  He was
sociable  and  fun  to  be  with and was quite popular at school.  Not
actually  a  jock,  he  was nonetheless a pretty good athlete.  He was
strong and wiry and couldn't easily be defeated in wrestling.
     Every  year  since  the first grade Jim had had a "crush" on some
boy at school.  He was always very careful not to let the boy he loved
realize the strength of his affection, and he acted the typical casual
role that  boys  have played since the beginning of time.  At night he
would make love to his pillow and dream of actually holding the boy he
loved.   At first his love for other boys didn't seem to have anything
to do  with  sex.   He had learned about sex by jacking himself off in
private  at  the age of twelve.  This came about one afternoon when he
happened  to be towelling himself off in the shower at the school gym.
There  was  no  one else in the locker room when he had turned off the
shower,  but  as he started to leave the shower he heard footsteps and
ducked  back  in.   Two boys he knew came in to get something out of a
locker,  and  they  were  talking  about  jacking off.  Steve, who was
fifteen, was talking to Jerry who was twelve.
     "Come  on,  Jerry,  I  don't  believe  you  can't do it!", he was
saying.
     "Well, I've tried the  way you told me.  I get it hard  and start
working on it, but after a while it always hurts and I have to stop."
     "Have you tried hand cream?", asked Steve.
     "Nope.    I tried soap one time in the bathtub and it got into my
dick and started to burn."
     "I've  got  some  cream  here  in  my  locker,  I  think.  Just a
minute."
     Jim was thinking, "Oh, no!  They're not really going to jack  off
right  here with me watching!  They don't know I'm here!  What if they
find out?    I  better be real quiet."  So he carefully went back into
the shower  and  looked  at  Steve and Jerry through a small hole that
someone had put in the shower wall to  hang  a  shelf  which had since
been removed.
     "Pull  down  your  pants, Jerry!", said Steve.  He had gotten the
hand lotion  out  of  his  locker  and  put  some  on  Jerry's rapidly
hardening  dick.  "Now work on it.  I'm going to jack off too."  Steve
pulled  his  shorts  down  and  both  boys  sat on a bench facing Jim.
Before  long  they  were both hard and going at it.  From time to time
Steve  added  a little of the lotion to Jerry's dick and also got some
more for himself.
     "OK,  Jerry,"  Steve  said,  "just  keep  that up and pretty soon
you'll start feeling it."
     "I'm  already  feeling  it,"  said  Jerry.  This cream sure feels
soft!"  He moved his ass on the bench a little  and  stretched out his
legs.
     "That's  the  idea"  Steve  urged,  doing the same thing himself.
"If it starts to hurt, just slow down a little bit and think horny."
     "Yeah.    I  think  I  see  what  you  mean",   Jerry said rather
breathlessly.   He would pump until he felt a little uncomfortable and
then he  would  slow right down to almost nothing and move his ass and
legs a  little  bit.  Then he would increase the speed again and would
feel a    wonderful   sensation  which  seemed  to  be  building up to
something.  Each time it seemed to build higher and higher.
     In  the  meantime,  Jim was hard as a rock himself, but he didn't
dare do  anything  with his dick because he was afraid they might hear
him.
     Jerry  was  now  on his last build-up.  He put his knees together
and worked  his dick like mad.  He was frowning with concentration and
had his  lips  compressed.    Every  muscle  in  his  body  was tight,
especially  the stomach muscles.  This time he knew he wasn't going to
have to  stop  or  slow down.  He felt like he was going over the top.
The feeling  built  up  more  and  more  until a warm feeling of horny
ecstasy  flowed  all  over  his  groin and ass.  He involuntarily went
"Uunh!    Uuuunh!"  and released his muscles.  His legs shot apart and
white  cum  shot out of his dick.  It wasn't as much as he'd seen come
out of  Steve,  but  it felt just as good!  Suddenly stroking his dick
hurt,  so he slowed down again to almost nothing and found that as his
dick spurted it felt good to work his dick kind of slowly until it was
all over.    Meanwhile  Steve  was building to his climax and came all
over himself.
     "Well, you finally did it!" he said to Jerry.
     "Damn!"  Jerry  said.   "That felt better than anything I've ever
felt in my life!"
     "And  it's better than anything you ever WILL  feel in your life,
bo!"
     Steve  and  Jerry  pulled up their shorts and left.  Jim waited a
few minutes  to  make  sure they were gone and came out of the shower.
He put  on  a cotton shirt and a pair of jeans and left for home.  Jim
never  wore  any underwear.  His mom used to fuss at him about it, but
she had finally given up.  Jim was a kind of "nature boy" at heart and
didn't  really  like anything artificial.   I guess he would have gone
naked if he could have gotten away with it.   Especially in the summer
time.
     Now  you  were probably expecting Jim to learn how to jack off by
imitating Steve and Jerry while he was still there in the shower.  But
Jim had  a  little too much class for that.  He had very strong sexual
feelings  even  at  this  early  age  of twelve.  He knew exactly what
"horny" meant  because  he often got very, very horny.  He just hadn't
been able  to  do anything very specific about it.  But he didn't like
to associate  this  wonderful  feeling  with  sordid surroundings like
dirty  locker rooms and restrooms.  Being a sort of nature boy, he had
a special place in the woods near his home. He liked going there alone
and swimming nude  in  the stream and later drying off in the sun on a
flat rock.    He decided to go there today and see if he could do what
Jerry  had  done,  but  in more pleasant surroundings.  He had built a
treehouse  near  the  stream.    It  was  an  unusually  well equipped
treehouse.    He had found a large cast iron griddle and mounted it on
nails so it didn't actually touch the wood of the treehouse.  He could
build  a  fire  on  this  griddle  and  stay  warm in the winter.  The
treehouse  had  roll-down plastic sides to keep out the wind.  One day
he  had found a discarded metal lavatory cabinet, and he had nailed it
up to the tree trunk.   This provided a convenient place to put things
he  might  need, and anything he put there was safe from rain whenever
he wasn't there.   Of course,  he  had friends who sometimes went with
him to the tree house.  They had even tried to jack off sometimes, but
without ever being able to shoot.   But a lot of the time our Jim just
went there all by himself.  He always got a special mysterious feeling
in the woods with the sound of the birds and the stream  and  the wind
in the trees.
     Today  he stopped by the house first  and got a squeeze bottle of
skin lotion out of the linen cabinet.  He stuck it in his shirt so his
mother wouldn't see it and ask embarrassing questions.  On the way out
through the kitchen his mom called out, "Where are you off to?" and he
answered, "Just goin' to the woods. Be back for dinner!" Jim got along
very well with both his parents.  They were quite well off financially
and lived  in  the suburbs of a fairly large city.  Behind their house
the ground sloped down to Jim's famous stream, which he and some other
boys had  damned  up  to make a great swimming hole.  There were other
houses  in  the  neighborhood, of course, but the woods went on and on
for miles.   It was a great place for boys to go when they didn't want
to be seen.
     Today  Jim  stepped  out onto his familiar flat rock and took off
his clothes.    His  dick  was  quite hard because he knew what he was
getting ready to do.  He decided to take a swim before starting in and
he left  the skin lotion propped up against his rolled up jeans on the
rock and dived into the cool water.  It felt delicious.  He floated on
his back  and  looked  up at the sky framed by the branches of the big
oak trees.  He looked at the trailing vine that he and other boys used
to jump  into  the  water.  His dick was a little softer from the cool
water,  but not much.  It was lying against his flat tanned tummy.  He
looked  at  it and made it move a little.  When he did that it swelled
up and  got hard and lifted off of his tummy a little.  With his right
hand he  encircled  the place just below the head of his dick with his
thumb  and forefinger.  He was circumcised, but he didn't at that time
know what  that  really  meant.    He had never seen a boy who was not
circumcised.    He  squeezed with his thumb and forefinger and wrapped
his other  fingers  around the shaft.  It felt so good!  He pulled his
dick a  little,  not  letting his hands slip.  That felt good too!  He
pumped  his  fist  up and down, again not letting his hand slip on his
now rock  hard dick.  That felt really good!  So he decided to let his
dick slide  a little in his hand.  But both his dick and his hand were
wet and the sliding was kind of uncomfortable and intermittent.  So he
turned  over  and  swam to his rock.  It was a hot summer day, and the
rock was warm and clean.  It felt good to lie down and feel the warmth
on his  legs,  ass,  and back.  The birds were singing, the stream was
flowing,  and  the  trees  were moving languidly with the light summer
breeze.    That  mysterious  feeling  of  being  a  part of nature was
beginning  to  come  over  him, and he noticed for the first time ever
that it  went  as well with the horny feeling as cookies go with milk.
He stroked  his dick gently and felt very peaceful.  He knew from lots
of practice  that  there were different feelings in different parts of
his dick.  The head of his dick was very sensitive.  It looked exactly
like a  pink rosebud, and he could make it swell up by contracting his
anal muscles.  He usually also contracted his butt muscles when he did
that.  He touched the rose bud lightly and it felt wonderful.  Farther
down the  shaft  of  his  dick  it  wasn't so sensitive, and he always
enjoyed  squeezing that part.  And the part just below the head always
felt very good to work back and forth without slipping.
     "Well,  it's  time for something new!" he said aloud.   He opened
the bottle  of lotion and squeezed some out onto his dick and put some
in his hand.  The cream felt cool on his dick, but when he wrapped his
hand around it and began to stroke slowly back and forth the sensation
was perfectly unbelievable!  He noticed that his stomach muscles would
involuntarily contract at a certain part of his stroke.  He cooperated
with these  involuntary  contractions  and  started moving his hips in
time with  his strokes so that it was a combination of being jacked by
his hand  and  fucking  his hand.  His hand was very slippery, and his
hard dick slid back and forth.  The sensations were growing very fast.
Jim noticed that he was breathing hard.  He increased the speed of his
thrusts  and bit his lip.  He thought he must be frowning kind of like
Jerry  did.   He closed his eyes and squeezed harder while his muscles
got tighter  and  his  dick  slid  back  and  forth faster and faster.
Suddenly  there  was a crescendo of the horny feeling and it felt like
something  between  his  legs  contracted  with  a full, indescribably
delightful feeling.  He groaned a little without really meaning to and
experienced  a  spasm  of  his stomach muscles which thrust his pelvis
with a jerk up from the rock.  At the same time he felt the muscles at
the base  of his dick give a jerk and a spurt of white stuff landed on
his chest.    He  could feel his anal muscles rhythmically contracting
and with  each contraction another drop or so of sperm came out of his
dick,  each  contraction  producing  a  little less sperm than the one
before it.  The indescribably good feeling was still so strong that he
wondered  how  he  could  stand  much more of it, but the contractions
became less and slowed down and the feeling faded slowly away until he
was lying  there  still  breathing hard and knowing that he had really
done it!
     Well,  he  lay  there  quite  a  while in the warm sun.  He put a
finger  in  the  sticky  white  cum on his chest and found out that it
would  stick  to his finger and make a long string.  It smelled like a
freshly  laundered shirt, only stronger.  He thought of tasting it but
decided  against  it.  When his breathing settled down he noticed that
his dick  was  getting  back  on  the soft, and he dove into the water
again.    It felt great!  When he knew he was clean he came out of the
water and after drying in the sun for a few minutes he put his clothes
back on.    Then  he  went  up  into the tree house with the bottle of
lotion  and  put it on a shelf in the cabinet for future use.  Then he
just sat  in  the  tree  house and thought things over.  So that's how
babies  are made!  It's the same thing dogs and cats do to each other.
Also he  had  seen  horses  do it.  He supposed that some day he would
have a  wife  and  would come inside her and have children of his own.
But that  left  the mystery of why he only seemed to fall in love with
other  boys.   But he knew he could do it to a girl if he just decided
to.  No problem.  And the more he thought it over the more he was glad
that he fell in love with boys instead of girls.  You could have a lot
more fun  with  another  boy  than  you  could  ever have with a girl.
Unlike a lot of young guys he worked it out in his head so that he had
no feelings of inferiority about it.  Lucky Jim!
     So  Jim  had  discovered  sex  and  from  that day on it was very
unusual  for a twenty-four hour period to go by that he didn't come at
least  once.    He  tried  it all sorts of ways.  He found out that he
could  fuck a pillow and come that way.  He even tried sucking himself
off, and  that  was how he first found out what sperm tasted like.  It
tasted kind of good.  He thought that maybe it would make a good salad
dressing!   But his favorite place to jack off was still the rock down
in the woods.  That mysterious feeling of being one with nature always
made it better!
     So  now  we're  back  to  Jim's  fourteenth  year.  It was summer
again, and that spring a new house had been built up on a hill not far
from his  own house.  He could see it going up from his rock.  Finally
the day  came for the people to move in.  He went over on his bike and
noticed that the new family consisted of a mother, a father, and a boy
who looked to be just Jim's age.  But then Jim did a double take!  The
new boy  was  so beautiful it made his toes curl up!  He had dark hair
and blue  eyes and a very serious expression.  But there was something
kind and  wise about those eyes too.  Jim found himself thinking about
Alan every night before he went to sleep.  He knew that he was in love
with Alan  and  pretended that his pillow was transformed somehow into
the great  guy he supposed Alan to be.  There was nothing sexual about
this,  at  least  not at the level of awareness.  It was just love and
the desire to know him better and be close to him and hug him. Jim had
been in  love  before  and  knew  that love seemed to come and go.  It
would  be  strong  for  a  few months and then it would gradually fade
away.    Especially after he got to know the boy and found that he had
no serious thoughts and didn't feel one with nature in the woods.  But
somehow  he  felt  that Alan was going to be different.  Sometimes his
feelings  were  so  strong  that they scared him a little and he often
thought  that  maybe he should fight against this feeling.  But, as is
usual in such cases, he was unable to keep himself from riding over on
his bike almost every day in hope of getting to know Alan.
     When  it  did happen,  Jim had nothing much to do with it anyway.
He was  reading a science fiction novel by Heinlein one afternoon when
he  heard  the  scrunching  of gravel in the driveway.  He went to the
window, and there was Alan riding a shiny racing bike up the driveway.
Jim rushed downstairs, and when Alan came onto the porch he opened the
door.
     "Hi!"  he  said.    "My name's Jim.  You  must be the new guy who
lives up on the hill."
     "Right  you  are!" said Alan.  "My name is Alan and I thought I'd
come over and meet you.  I've seen you riding your bike."
     "Well,  come in and let's get acquainted."  Jim led Alan into the
living  room  and  they  sat  down.   "Are you going to Hillcrest this
fall?"
     "Yep",  replied Alan. "My first year in high school.  Will you be
there too?"
     "Oh yeah.  I'll be a freshman too."
     "Good, then," said Alan and blushed a little.
     Jim  didn't  know  what  to say so there  was an awkward silence.
Then inspiration  struck.    "Come on up and I'll show you my room and
stuff."
     "Great."    Alan had an easy way about him and Jim knew that this
was going to be one fantastic friendship.
     And  it was.  Alan was not like other boys Jim had been attracted
to.  His  interests weren't exactly the same as Jim's, but he had real
interests and knew a lot about many things.  Jim liked to read science
fiction  and  Alan  was interested in astronomy.  Alan liked Beethoven
and Jim liked Beethoven too but also Led Zeppelin.  Jim was bright and
cheerful  almost  all  the time and laughed easily while Alan was more
serious  and  tended to be shy at the oddest moments!  Later when they
studied  the famous poems L'Allegro and Il Penseroso they decided that
the former had been written to describe Jim and the latter to describe
Alan.    That summer was a memorable time for Jim and Alan.  They were
always  together.    Of  course Jim showed Alan the swimming place and
they spent  some time there almost every day.  They weren't at all shy
about  swimming  together  nude but they never became sexually aroused
during  those swims.  Jim was aware of a need to keep himself occupied
in horseplay so that he wouldn't have time to think of sex because, of
course, he was afraid that Alan would think he was weird  if he didn't
maintain  the  image  of  sexlessness.  Jim of course wondered whether
Alan had  similar  feelings  for  him.   Sometimes he thought he would
catch  Alan looking at him with affection, but then Alan would seem to
notice Jim looking at him and would instantly change his expression to
a more ordinary one.  Jim sometimes got curious about whether Alan was
interested  in girls.  Alan told him he had had a girlfriend before he
moved,  but he didn't say much about her.  Alan was always fun for Jim
to watch.    He  moved  with  force  and  decision.  There was nothing
feminine  about  either of these boys.  Jim  especially admired Alan's
shiny  dark hair which was perfectly straight and not quite as long as
Jim's.  In the nude Alan looked very attractive with a somewhat darker
patch  around his dick than Jim had.  Alan was not circumcised, and it
was hard for Jim not to stare at Alan's dick.   Jim  was puzzled about
the appearance of Alan's dick, but he didn't dare ask  about  it.   He
couldn't admit to Alan that he didn't know.   So  he  kept  on looking
at Alan's dick, and he caught Alan looking at his more than once.  But
this was  not unusual.  Jim had noticed that at school the guys tended
to look  at  each  other  and then to look away if anyone noticed they
were looking!   The best times were divided between hours spent in the
treehouse, which Alan especially admired, talking about the meaning of
life,  the other side of space, the end of time, the existence of free
will, and whether it was possible to build a perpetual motion machine,
and  other  equally  enjoyable  times  when they would spend the night
together.   They  would  stay awake sometimes until the sun started to
come up.   But they never talked about feelings of love and they never
talked about sex except in a superficial and joking way.
     School  started  and  both  boys  were  kept  quite busy with the
normal  schedule  of schoolwork and social activities.  But they still
managed  to get in some time together.  There was a girl at school who
wanted Jim to pay her more attention.  Jim liked her all right, but he
didn't  remotely  love her.  One day she became impatient with him and
said,  "Well, everybody can see you always look at Alan and he doesn't
have eyes  for anybody but you!"  She turned on her heel and left in a
huff.    Her  remark  started  Jim thinking furiously.  He was so busy
thinking  about what she had said that he couldn't even factor an easy
polynomial  that  afternoon.    "What's  the  matter,  Jim?"  said Mr.
Thacker,  the  algebra  teacher.    "You  seem to be on another planet
today!"
     It  was  Friday  and Alan was to spend the night with Jim.   They
were lying  silently  in  the  dark  in  twin beds.  But the beds were
pretty  close  together  to  make  more space in the rest of the room.
Alan was the first to speak.
     "Jim?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Thought maybe you had gone to sleep."
     "Nope.  Just lying here thinking."
     "Me  too.    I've  been  trying  to decide whether to tell you or
not."
     "Tell  me what?"  Jim was immediately curious.  "Now you're going
to have to tell me or I'll die of curiosity!" he said propping himself
up on one elbow.
     "Well, it's kind of serious."
     "And that's not surprising, coming from you!"
     "OK.    I'll just go ahead and tell you.  I 've been thinking . .
well, it's hard to say it."
     "Alan,  I've  been  thinking  of some things I'd like to tell you
too but they're hard to say and I think I know what you mean."
     "You can't be for real!'
     "Oh, I'm for real all right. But you brought it up, so go ahead."
     "Well,  you'll  probably  think  I'm silly.  Maybe even something
worse than silly, but I guess I've just got to tell you.   It's  about
. . well,  us.   You  and  me.  Is that anything like what you've been
thinking about?
     "You  hit it right on the nose, Alan.  I've got a lot of things I
want to tell you about you and me, but I'm scared to bring it up!"
     "I  can't  believe this!  But what sort of things?  You think I'm
a dork or something?"
     "No.    Just the opposite.  If I thought you were a dork it would
be easy.  Alan, I'm scared that I like you too much."
     "Thanks  for  saying  it.   I have the identical same problem!  I
just think about it a lot.  I've never had a friend like you.  I think
you are  the  best  friend  I  ever  had and I just wanted to tell you
that.  So now you can make fun of me if you want to.  I won't care."
     "Make  fun  of  you?  You're out of your mind!  I know you're the
best friend  I  ever  had.    I've sometimes thought we should have an
agreement  or some kind of sacred pact to seal our friendship forever.
That's what I think about.  Forever."
     There was a moment of silence.   And then Alan said, "I  wish you
could know how happy I feel right now, Jim.  I was worried that it was
all on my side."
     "And  I  had the same worry!  I'm really glad you brought it up."
Jim felt more self assured now.   "The  thing of  it is that it's more
than just liking you.  I actually think I love you!"
     Both  boys  were  lying  with  one hand off the bed.  Their hands
were just  inches  apart.    And there was some kind of magnetic force
that was drawing those hands closer together.  Then there was contact.
And then  they  were  clasping each other's hand fervently.  They were
both trembling  with the ecstasy of this first non-casual contact.  It
was as  if  there were  some kind of electricity flowing between them.
Jim looked  over  at  their  clasped hands and was surprised that they
didn't glow in the dark!
     They  lay  still  with  their hands joined.  Alan was so overcome
with emotion  that  he felt that he was going to cry.  And then all at
once his  body  shook  with  the  first sob.  Jim felt the shaking and
said, "Alan, are you laughing?"
     But  then  Alan,  who was speechless, gave an audible sob and Jim
was instantly in bed with him hugging and kissing his tears away.  Jim
himself  was  crying now, and the two boys held each other as close as
they could  and cried quietly together for some little time.  It was a
moment  of such intense ecstasy for them both that it is doubtful that
either  one of them ever again had such strong feelings of love.  They
didn't  talk  now  but  just  loved  each  other.   Hugging.  Kissing.
Smoothing  each  other's  hair.    It  was  an  innocent kind of love.
Neither  one of them was aware of an erotic element, although both had
stiff  erections.    They weren't yet ready for the sexual part of the
relationship.
     After  this  first  night  when they had confessed their love for
each other,  Jim and Alan were closer than ever before.  They realized
that their  love  couldn't  very  well be a secret.  The other kids at
school  must certainly notice how they were constantly looking at each
other  and  were  together  at  just about every opportunity.  So they
decided  it would be best to develop a kind of reserve between them so
their  love  wouldn't  be  so  obvious  as  to start the other kids to
talking  and probably to making fun of them.  They purposely ate lunch
together  only  one  day a week and refrained from sitting together in
every  class.    They each cultivated some other friends of both sexes
and the  result  was  quite satisfactory.  While the other kids had at
the first  of the year occasionally made a comment about their special
liking  for  each  other,  now there was a more balanced acceptance of
their  friendship  and  they  did  not suffer the snickers and pointed
glances  which  might otherwise have occured.  However, the purposeful
act of  "cooling it" as they called it had the effect of bringing them
closer  together  on  the  inside although they were outwardly farther
apart.
     They exchanged gifts on birthdays and Christmas and were together
most weekends.    It was a little cool for much out-of-doors activity,
but this  didn't  stop  them  from spending a number of happy Saturday
nights  in  the  tree house.  They both had down-filled sleeping bags,
but they  never  used  but  one  of them at a time!  And all this time
there  was  no overt sexual activity between them - just a lot of love
which  was so sweet and ecstatic that each boy frequently wondered how
he could be so lucky as to have such a friendship.
     One  warm day in April of that first year, Alan had gone to visit
his grandparents,  and  Jim  found  himself on a Sunday afternoon with
nothing  to do.  His solitary sexual activities had mostly taken place
in bed,  and  he  was annoyed with himself when he noticed that he was
thinking  about Alan a lot when he jacked himself off.  Anyway, he was
feeling  pretty  horny  this  afternoon  and  decided that it was warm
enough  to  go  to  his rock.  It had been months since he had done it
there.    He climbed up into the tree house, took off his clothes, and
got the  bottle  of  skin  lotion.  Alan had asked what the lotion was
for, and  Jim  had  told  him he liked to put some on his skin when he
came in from swimming!  But today he used it for its original purpose,
and it  felt  great!   It had been a while since he had "communed with
nature"  as  he called it, and he had an unusual flood of ecstasy with
thoughts that spring was here and the summer was before him!  Next day
Alan was  back  in  school.   Jim caught Alan looking at him strangely
during  English  class  but  didn't think much about it.  After school
Alan invited him over to see a present his grandparents had given him.
He wouldn't  say  what it was and Jim was filled with curiosity.  They
went up to Alan's room and there by the window was a 4-inch reflecting
telescope!    "Let me show you something," said Alan.  He adjusted the
scope  and  then  invited  Jim  to  look.    Jim  approached the scope
cautiously  and after a few tries he was able to see clearly, but what
he saw  struck him dumb!  It was his rock in the middle of the stream!
It filled  the  field  of the telescope, and it was perfectly plain to
Jim that  if Alan had been looking through the scope the day before he
would  have  seen everything in perfect detail!  He turned to Alan and
saw a sort of sneaky grin on his face.
     "What time did you get home yesterday?" he asked.
     "About   two  o'clock,"  Alan  answered,  now  grinning  broadly.
     Jim  was  really worried now.  His little session on the rock had
taken  place at about three, and Alan would have had plenty of time to
set up the telescope.
     "Don't tell me!" said Jim.
     "OK I won't tell you.  But it's true anyway."
     "You didn't see me on that rock yesterday did you?"
     "I  cannot  tell  a lie, said George Washington.  You were really
getting it on, my man!"
     Jim  was,  uncharacteristically,  embarrassed.    He  sat down in
Alan's armchair and looked at the floor.
     "Now, Jim, don't take it so hard.  You know we don't need to have
any secrets  from  each  other - not about anything!  And I don't mind
telling you that I do the same thing all the time."
     Jim  was  still  speechless  for a beat.  "Well, I guess it's all
right.    I'm  not  surprised that you do it.  I guess everybody does.
But it  still  isn't  the  kind  of  thing you like anybody to see you
doing!"
     "And why not?" Alan persisted.  "It was a real turn-on for me and
I just about came in my pants watching you!"
     Jim  had  to  think  that  one  over for a few seconds.  "You got
turned on?"
     "Sure.  And I sometimes think about you when I'm doing it here at
home and it helps me get off."
     "This is too much," Jim said with consternation.  "Usually you're
the one  who  is  worried  and  I  am  the  one who tells you it's all
perfectly normal.  Is this NORMAL, Alan?"
     "Well,  I  thought about it a lot last night.  Do you think we're
gay, Jim?"
     But  Jim  was  not  in  an  answering  mood  just  then, and Alan
continued,  "I  think  we  may  be  gay.   Or we may grow out of it or
something.    I  read  a  book about it, and I'm pretty sure it's very
common - if that makes it normal."
     "Well  - I don't know what to say.  But I'll tell you this, Alan,
there  isn't  anybody  in the world I'd rather have watch me than you,
and gay  or not I'm not going to stay worried about it!  But just tell
me this:  would  you be willing to return the favor?  I mean would you
do it on the rock sometime and let me watch?"
     "Sure.    Why  not?    But  you  don't  have  to  watch through a
telescope.    And now that I know what that skin lotion is really for,
why don't we do it together?  How about next weekend?"
     They  both  laughed  about  the skin lotion, and Jim felt as if a
great  weight  had  been  removed  from  his solar plexus.  "You horny
devil!",  he said to Alan, and they began a sort of tussel which ended
up on  Alan's bed.  But just then the phone rang.  It was Jim's mother
telling  him  supper  was ready.  So the boys parted with a mixture of
emotions but a prevailing sense of expectation.
     All  the next week, Jim and Alan found themselves looking at each
other  and  grinning.    It  was  hard  for  them to keep their casual
acquaintance  act  on track.  Jim noticed that he would start to get a
hard-on  when  he  and  Alan would look at each other, and he began to
wonder if Alan was having the same reaction.  So he would sneak a look
now and  then  at  Alan's crotch to see if there was any sign of life.
He mostly couldn't get a good look without being obvious about it, but
finally  in  American  History class he was sitting where he could see
Alan pretty  clearly.   He decided to see if he could get Alan excited
and started  sneaking  looks at him when he thought Alan would notice.
He put  one hand between his own legs and made sure Alan could see it.
Before  too  long  the  chance  came.  Alan looked over and caught Jim
looking  at  him.    Jim gave his devastating smile and moved his legs
apart  a  little.  He also moved his hand just a bit over his dick and
watched  closely  to  see if Alan reacted to it.  Alan gave Jim a dark
look (he  was  very good at dark looks) and then looked away.  But Jim
thought  he  could see an increased tightness of Alans pants.  In fact
in the  next minute Alan shifted his position in his seat as if he was
uncomfortable.    When  he  did,  it  became  obvious  that he had the
beginning of a hard-on which showed down his left thigh.  Alan glanced
nervously back at Jim and turned red in the face.  But he had to reach
down and  position  his  rapidly  growing  dick.  Jim felt a moment of
triumph.  He was glad that he and Alan were going to get together that
weekend  and  he  felt  pretty confident that they would have the best
time they had ever had together.  And that was hard to imagine!
     After class they were at their lockers and Alan turned to Jim and
said, "Don't DO that!"
     "And why not?" Jim replied.
     "People  will  SEE  US",  Alan  said  quietly  but with emphasis.
     "OK.    I  won't  do  it  any  more, but I've been having trouble
controlling myself even without trying anything."
     "Same  here,  but  we've  got  to keep cool.  Friday will be here
before you know it."
     But  it  seemed as if Friday would never come.  It was one of the
longest  weeks the boys had ever lived through.  But of course, Friday
did finally come.  It always does.  And they chased each other home on
their  bikes,  hollering and making jokes.  And when they got to Jim's
house  they  fell  into  a tussle in the front yard.  Both of them got
hard,  but that only made the fight more intense.  Of course it wasn't
really  a fight.  It was an imitation fight designed to disguise those
hopelessly overpowering feelings of affection.
     They  went up to Jim's room and began to put some things into his
back pack.    They  had told their parents they were planning to spend
the night  in the tree house, so there wasn't really anything for them
to do  except  pack  up  and  leave.   No one would notice that Alan's
sleeping bag was still in his closet at home.
     They  stopped  in  the  kitchen to collect franks and some potato
salad  Jim's mother had made.  They weren't coming home for supper but
planned  to  eat  down  in the woods.  They wanted a campfire and They
wanted  to  take  their  time  about  everything  tonight.    It was a
wonderful  spring evening.  Sort of cool.  the sky was clear and dark.
No moon  would  make  its  appearance on their first night of complete
intimacy.    Jim was in heaven, contemplating the coming events of the
evening  and  night.    Alan was in heaven too, But with an occasional
doubt  or  niggling  anxiety  about  whether  It was "all right."  Jim
noticed a feeling of complete freedom he had never experienced before.
as they  walked down the trail toward the woods he had an extra spring
in his step.  He felt like a wild animal.  he was completely free.  He
was going  to  do  just exactly what he wanted tonight, and he knew he
would  be  accepted  and  loved.    for  Alan,  it  was  a little more
difficult.    He would start to have the same feelings as Jim But then
he would have his doubts and anxieties.  Jim could see this, and had a
plan which  he  thought would bring Alan around to the same ecstasy he
was experiencing.  It was as if he had a sacred trust to bring to Alan
the same experience he was having and to free him so that he too would
be wild and free.  "Just two tigers in the night," he said to himself.
     They  arrived  at  the treehouse and set down the pack, which Jim
had carried.   They looked at each other and slowly came together in a
warm embrace.    The  spring sky was still light, but there were signs
that the  evening was coming on.  There was a gentle breeze disturbing
the branches  of  the  trees,  and the everlasting stream was gurgling
over the rocks.
     "We  better start our fire."  Alan pulled free and went in search
of firewood.    Jim  did  the same.  They knew that they wanted a fire
that would  last  for hours because They had much to say to each other
and they  didn't  want  to have to stop and go out again for firewood.
Jim had constructed a separate platform in the treehouse fpr firewood,
and They  began to load it up with more dead wood than It had ever had
before.
     "This ought to last us all night," Jim told Alan.  "I don't think
we can run out."
     "This  is  just  GREAT!"  Alan said.  I wish the night would last
forever."
     "Oh, it doesn't need to.  There'll be plenty of other nights, you
know!"
     "Sure  there  will  be, but tonight is the first one of its kind.
It's special."
     Jim  and Alan were sitting in the tree house, having just brought
the last  load  of wood.  Jim reached over and pulled Alan to him.  he
kissed  him  on  the  mouth  and held him tight for a long time.  Alan
responded  passionately,  and  when  Jim  tried to break free Alan was
still clinging to him.
     "Down,  boy!" Jim chided.  "We've got to get supper going and get
ready for night time."
     They  laid  the  fire  with  care.    They had built enough fires
together  that they no longer argued over the best way to do it.  Soon
they had  a  cheerful  blaze  going.  Alan got out the franks and they
heated  them  up  by holding them to the flames.  They found they were
quite hungry and they soon ate all of the franks and all of the potato
salad.  But they were satisfied.
     By  now it  was  beginning  to get dark, and the temperature was
falling.   There was a great horned owl in a tree nearby who began his
syncopated call.  They put some larger logs pm the fire for warmth and
sat looking  into the flames.  Not touching.  Not talking.  just being
together.
     Finally, Jim broke the silence.
     "I  feel  perfectly free.  I don't think I've ever felt perfectly
free before.    I've  always  had  to worry about what someone else is
going  to say about me.  But when I'm with you I never have to worry."
     There  was  a moment's silence.  Alan poked the fire with a piece
of pipe They had found in the woods.
     Finally  he  said,  "Jim, I don't quite know how to say this, but
you are  the  only  person  in the world who can make me feel free.  I
have always  doubted  myself.    But  you  have shown me that I can be
myself and be accepted for it.  And the miracle is that I would rather
be with you than anywhere in the world!"
     Jim  reached  out  and  took Alan's hand.  "I want you to feel as
free tonight  as  that  great  horned  owl!   I want you to be exactly
yourself amd no apologies.  that's what I'm going to do.  I'm going to
be exactly myself, and I want you to follow my example!"
     "You  mean, like this?"  Alan reached his other hand out and laid
It on Jim's thigh.  He rubbed it against the inner side of Jim's thigh
and  worked it up toward Jim's crotch.   He said, "I feel every bit as
free as our friend the great horny owl!"
     "Horny owl?  You nut!"
     Jim  moved into Alan's arms and the boys lay down in front of the
fire and  kissed  passionately.   They moved their bodies against each
other  as  if  they  were  trying to interpenetrate, merging soul with
soul.   This was something they had done before, but tonight they knew
that there would be more.
     Jim  started  by  unbuttoning  Alan's  shirt.  The rest was easy.
Alan began  slowly  undressing  Jim.   It wasn't long before they were
both naked in each other's arms.  This was a first for them.  They had
been together naked, and they had loved each other clothed in pajamas.
But this  was  the  first time they had ever been in each other's arms
with no   clothes  to  hinder  the  natural  course  of  passion.  The
excitement  was so great that both boys started to produce the natural
lubrication  of  sexual  excitement.  This was something they had both
experienced  before and had talked about.  But tonight the quantity of
the lubrication  was  astounding.  Jim found his penis sliding between
Alan's legs, and Alan's was sliding against Jim's tight stomach.  They
were lying  on  their  sides  in a close embrace.  They kissed as they
continued  to  move  against each other.  Jim let his tongue slip into
Alan's  mouth.  This was another first, but Alan had decided to follow
Jim's  example  and  gave  as  much  as  he received.  Their movements
increased  in amplitude and speed.  Jim suddenly realized, much to his
surprise,  that  he was about to come.  "I think I'm coming, Alan," he
said.    Alan  said,  "Go  ahead!"   This was said with a catch in his
voice.    Jim thrust only five or six more times and came with a force
he had  never  known  before.   It  seemed that the feeling of ecstasy
lasted  for  minutes instead of seconds.  The reason for this was that
just as  he  began  to  come he suddenly realized that Alan was coming
too!   Alan  gave  a small moan and gave one thrust, stronger than the
rest, and held Jim so tight Jim could hardly breathe.   Jim felt a hot
spurt  of sperm  on his stomach at the same time he was shooting sperm
between  Alan's  legs.  They held tightly together while the reflex of
mutual  orgasm  ran  its course.  They pumped sperm while holding each
other  with  such  intense  love  that  there  was  never  any attempt
afterward  to  describe  in  words the feeling which seemed to justify
their  very  lives.   It was an experience of sacred sharing which all
too few ever experience.
     They  lay  for  several  minutes  in  each other's arms after the
passion was spent.

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