Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2001 01:10:30 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: A lovely morning

A lovely morning (t/t, mast, oral, anal, hist)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
never existed, and the things they do, never happened.


It was the singing of the birds that woke Kazuo. Normally, on a summer
morning like this one, he'd sleep much later, and it was barely six o'clock
now. But he felt good. Oh, so good.

The reason for his well-being lay next to him, still sleeping. Sweet Saburo.
He'd fallen in love instantly the day he first saw him in school, almost two
years ago. They'd been only 13 at the time, and they were 15 now. He'd hated
being a young teenager. Ever since his dad was killed in the war, he'd
wished he were grown up, so he could fight, too. Those dirty Americans! He
hated them all! And how he'd hated leaving his home in Osaka. He didn't
really know any other place, and he had so many friends there. But his
mother could no longer afford to keep their house, and had decided to move
closer to her own family. So here they were, in this tiny, cramped
apartment.

What had struck him most about Saburo, were the eyes. Big, deep eyes,
exuding tranquility, confidence. Unlike Kazuo, Saburo was well into puberty
at 13, and he was half a head taller. One of the tallest boys in his year,
and Kazuo one of the shortest. Saburo's voice was very different from his
own, too. Deep, manly. Sexy. He'd fallen flat out. Literally. Running past
the bigger boy, ostensibly in play, but really only to see him up close,
he'd tripped and fallen right at the young god's feet.

"Whoa! Are you all right?" Saburo had asked, concern on his face. Kazuo had
been close to tears, but he would not embarass himself in front of the other
boy. He would not! So, he clenched his jaws, fought back the tears and
nodded.

"Are you sure? That looked painful. Let me help you." Saburo had taken his
hand, and a jolt of electricity had seemed to shoot through him. He'd walked
on clouds the the remainder of the school day. Even when his mom scolded him
for ruining his trousers, he had stayed on top of the world, dreaming about
Kazuo's hands, his eyes, his lips touching his own. The only pain he
remembered from that day, was the constant ache in his groin. Thankfully,
his hard-on wasn't all that big yet, and therefore less visible than it had
become of late. He'd grown a lot lately, and was almost as tall as Saburo.
Not only that, but he had hair. Under his arms, and around his dick. Even a
few light downs on the upper lip.

He'd lusted after the other boy from a distance for the whole of that school
year, and parts of the next one. Not that Saburo was stand-offish. On the
contrary, he was very friendly, and even seemed to go out of his way to
offer help and support to Kazuo. They didn't live very close to each other,
so they mostly met in school and in kendo practice. How he'd hoped to be
paired with Saburo, but it never happened. They were too far apart in size.
Until last winter. Kazuo had grown a lot the previous fall, and when he came
back to school early in the year, he was pleased to see he was no longer one
of the smallest boys. In fact, he was only an inch or two shorter than
Saburo. So the sensei had paired them off in practice. Kazuo had always been
proud of his skills with the shinai, and the two boys were very well
matched. Not exciting to watch, because neither were able to score points
off the other very often, but it was excellent practice, and they had both
improved a lot in the intervening months.

It also meant they saw more of each other, and that Kazuo was less afraid to
approach Saburo. Being almost his equal in body, he felt much more equal in
other ways, too.

So they'd started hanging out together outside school and practice as well.
His mom was mainly glad to have him out of her hair, and had told him he was
big enough to be more on his own now. Kazuo was in two minds about this. On
the one hand, he missed his dad terrbibly, and he felt that he was somehow
losing his mom, too. But then there was the freedom. Not that he roamed that
far afield. He wasn't a very adventurous boy, and they were a nation at war.
But he would go to meet Kazuo and other friends every now and then.

He'd realized long ago that he was in love with Saburo. It frightened him,
because he was sure it was wrong. He'd heard about the samurai traditions,
but they were all about grown men and young boys. Anyway, he didn't know how
Saburo felt, although they had become close these past few months. But he
knew he himself felt good every time Saburo looked at him. How could
something wrong feel so right?

And then, last night, his mom had told him she had to go away for two whole
days, maybe even more. Her sister, his aunt, had just gotten her husband
home from the war, and things were difficult. He was healthy enough in body,
but his nerves were all shot to pieces, something his pride found very
difficult to deal with. So, Kazuo's mom was going to try and help with the
children for a while, hoping that things would get a little easier once her
brother-in-law realized he wasn't alone in his predicament.

The ideal chance for the two boys to spend time together, just the two of
them. Both mothers had had their doubts, but had agreed they were good boys
who worked hard in school and helped around the house, so they deserved a
little reward. After all, the times were hard, and whatever little relief
could be found, was welcome.

So there they were, just him and Saburo. They couldn't play very rowdy,
because of the neighbors, but they had amused themselves with games and even
some candy, a rare treat. The difficult stuff had come at bedtime. There was
only one bed they could use, so both boys had scrambled into it. It wasn't
all that small, and they had room enough for both to lay down quite
comfortably, but they were close.

Kazuo had almost wet his pants, he'd been so nervous. He only hoped he
wouldn't get hard, or if he did, that Saburo wouldn't notice. What a
miserable failure that had been!

As soon as they were in bed, Saburo had started his teasing, trying to
tickle his friend. Kazuo had been so nervous that his ticklishness was even
worse than usual, making him thrash about quite violently. Before he knew
what was happening, Saburo was lying on top of him, full length. Disaster!
He was fully hard, and there was no way Saburo could miss it.

They were lying absolutely still, their faces inches apart. Then Saburo
pushed his groin into Kazuo's, whose eyes opened wide. Saburo was hard, too!

Another push, and the faces moved even closer. None of them were breathing.
Saburo closed his eyes, and they were kissing. Kazuo was so shocked he
couldn't respond at first, but as Saburo withdrew, a worried look in his
eyes, he pulled himself together. Pulled both of them together. Their lips
were locked as they kissed like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh, Kazuo, I love you so! I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you",
Saburo panted, breathing once more.

"You too?"

"You've no idea how many times I imagined this happening, and you just gave
the perfect answer. Say it, Kazuo, say you love me!"

"I do, Saburo, I love you! With all of me! I don't care what people say, I
love you so much!"

They kissed again, this time less urgently. Sweeter. Something else was
urgent, though, and Saburo was rubbing it against it's mate. Both were rock
hard. They separated, both of them glancing downwards to their confined
teenage dicks.

"Do you ever do it with yourself?" Saburo asked. "You know, rub it until you
squirt your sperm?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think about?"

"You. And me. Together."

"So do I! What more?"

"Us kissing. And... you playing with me, with my...my dick. Taking it in your
hand."

Saburo whimpered. "I think of that, too, only with both of us doing it at
the same time."

The next step was obvious, but who would have the courage to suggest it?
Kazuo decided that for once, he would seize the initiative. He got up, sat
on the edge of the bed, and removed what little clothing he was wearing.
Saburo sat beside him and did the same. Then both boys got up, facing each
other, their hard dicks almost touching. Saburo brought his right hand down
and grabbed both. The boys moaned in unison.

"Let's sit down on the bed", Saburo whispered.

They manouvered themselves until both were sitting with one leg over and one
under the other's legs, their crotches and straining dicks close together.
Kazuo took hold of Saburo's dick, and the other boy reciprocated. They
started jerking slowly, kissing all the while. It didn't take long before
Kazuo's breath got faster and heavier, and he felt the orgasm approaching.
He wanted to shout out to Saburo to warn him, but just as he was opening his
mouth, he felt something warm hit his belly. Glancing down, he saw his
lover's dick spouting the sperm he had dreamed about so often. That was
enough, and Kazuo erupted with a long moan and a tremor.

As if on cue, both boys opened their eyes in the same instant, looking at
the mess they'd made. What could they do except laught out loud? It was
funny, it was exciting, it was so wonderful!

"I guess we'll have to clean up", Kazuo suggested.

"I guess. Wait, I've got an idea. Lay down on your back", Saburo answered.

Kazuo was puzzled, but did as his friend said, watching intently. Saburo was
moving his head down to Kazuo's crotch, no, a little higher...no! He was
licking up the sperm on Kazuo's body. Wild! It tickled, but it felt good,
too. As Saburo finished in the area around the bellybutton, he moved
downwards, and soon he was sucking on his friend's pubic hairs. He tried
licking them, almost like a cat, but it didn't work, so he sucked. He had to
spit out some of the hairs, though. And then he moved to the still hard
dick, licking it almost like a lollipop. Kazuo had never imagined anything
could be so sensitive. Saburo licked along the shaft, and then....

"Ooohh, stop! Saburo, stop! I can't take it!"

Saburo didn't stop. On the contrary, he took the whole head in his mouth,
letting his tongue swirl around it.

"Mmmhh, don't stop! It's so good, mmmhh!" Kazuo's voice was fading, as he
gave himself up to the pleasure.

That's when Saburo decided he would stop.

"Your turn" he called out cheerily.

"Oh, my love, that was so wonderful", Kazuo whispered.

"I know, I heard you", was the answer. "But now you do the same for me."

"Okay." Kazuo had never thought he'd be tasting sperm; the idea had seemed
gross. But it couldn't be gross, could it, or else Saburo wouldn't do it? He
leaned down a bit timidly, sticking his tongue out to get a taste. It wasn't
gross! It didn't taste a whole lot, but it was almost good. And then he
remembered that he was tasting Saburo, his love. He quickly lapped up the
slimy stuff, wanting to get down to the steely penis to take it all in.

Saburo gasped as the head disappeared in his friend's mouth, and was soon
shaking with the delight he felt from the probing tongue. Kazuo copied the
actions of his lover, who was moaning and shivering once more.

"Let's do it together", Saburo suggested.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, let's lie down side by side, only so your head points that way and
mine that way." Saburo pointed. "Then we can both suck at the same time."

Kazuo nodded and scrambled to get into position. Shortly, each boy had a
straining cock right in his face. As Kazuo felt the warmth of Saburo's mouth
around his own head, he swallowed his friend's engorged organ. It was almost
too much. He'd never imagined a cock would taste so good.

They both bobbed slowly, trying to take in as much of each other as
possible. Kazuo came close to choking a couple of times, but he persisted,
and soon his nose was tickled by the pretty, dark pubic hair of his friend.
He took in even more, just making a small up-and-down motion so he could
keep most of the shaft inside him. Good as this was, he soon felt the urge
to cum. In response, he started a faster rhythm with longer strokes. He was
getting closer...closer...oh, yess! The irritation in his cock-head was
building; he was gonna cum. Right hand at the base of Saburo's dick, left
hand nuzzling his ass cheeks, Kazuo increased his pace to a frantic level,
and then...Saburo's load hit his tongue. Aaaahh! He tried to scream as his own
orgasm shot out from the depths, but he couldn't. His mouth was too full,
and he just had to take in all of his new-found lover's essence as it
erupted from the wonderful penis he was sucking on.

At last, Kazuo had to let go. After all, breathing was important, too. He
looked down and saw tears in Saburo's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that everything's so right", whispered Saburo.
"This morning I cried because I thought you would never love me, and here I
am and..." The tears started rolling freely. Kazuo turned over, so he could
hold his friend and stroke his hair. Here was this big boy he had always
looked up to, the strong, confident one, weeping like a baby, and he, Kazuo,
was suddenly the strong one, the protector. A warm glow filled him.

The tears subsided, and Saburo reached urgently for Kazuo, almost forcing a
kiss on him.

"Never leave me, Kazuo, stay with me always!"

"Always, baby, always. I promise."

Both boys calmed down, and found themselves caressing the other's body.
Kazuo never knew it could feel so good to have his back scratched like that,
his shoulders stroked, the backs of his thighs, his ass. He reciprocated as
best he could, and soon his hand was moving up Saburo's stomach and chest.
The nipples stood out, and he couldn't resist tweaking one of them.

"Yowch!"

"Did I hurt you?" Kazuo felt panic rising in him.

"No, it was just a surprise. Do it again!"

He gave the nipple another flick.

"Harder! More!"

He took it between two fingers, squeezing and twisting.

"Oh yeah! Like that, only harder. Both of them!"

Kazuo increased the pressure and brought his other hand to the vacant
nipple. He wondered...All the other parts of Saburo that he'd tasted, had been
good, so why not the nipple? He tweaked one nipple viciously, then brought
his mouth to the other. Not bothering to lick or suck it, he bit.

"Owwaahh! Yes, more! Bite harder!" Saburo was in ecstasy, and Kazuo could
feel the cock humping against him. It was hard again! So soon! This, of
course, brought his own dick to life, and quickly the two hard, yet velvety
soft, penises were doing battle.

Without knowing what they were doing, the boys had shifted their positions,
leaving Saburo on his back, legs spread wide to make room for Kazuo above
him, on his knees, head on Saburo's chest, torturing the nipples, hard cock
stabbing at Saburo's balls. As he came up for air, Saburo glanced at him.

"You know, there's something I've dreamed about", he said softly.

"What?"

"Having your cock inside me."

"But you just had."

"Yeah. But I mean, inside my ass..." This last was almost inaudible. Kazuo was
shocked. This was possible? But the hole was so tiny, and anyway, it had to
be full of shit.

"You did? But wouldn't that be dirty?"

"I don't think so. I've had my fingers up there lots of times. I think it
would be really hot."

"But the hole is so small, and my cock is so...well, it's not so big, but much
too big to go in there."

"If you just do it gently, and use lots of spit on it, the hole will expand.
I've tried. Not with a cock, I mean, but with other things."

Kazuo's head was reeling. His friend wanted him to stick his dick up his
asshole?

"How do we do it?"

"You can start by wetting your finger in your mouth. Put lots of spit on
it."

Kazuo did as he was told.

"Now rub it around my hole a bit, and then stick it in."

Kazuo still had his doubts, but he was almost in a trance by now. The finger
went in to the first knuckle. That was easy. Saburo moaned, but nodded, as
if to urge his friend on. Kazuo pushed again, and now half his finger was
inside. It felt really smooth, except...Just at his fingertip he felt a mound
or something. He pushed just a little more and wiggled the finger.

"Oh, wow! Do it again!" Saburo gasped. Kazuo giggled at the look on the face
beneath him, and wiggled energetically. Saburo was beside himself.

The finger came out, and Kazuo inspected it. Nothing nasty. He held it up to
his nose and sniffed it. It was different, but it didn't smell like shit. He
spit some more on his finger, not daring to take it in his mouth, and then
positioned it at the hole again.

"Try it with two fingers this time."

"Okay."

The two fingers found the opening, but there was more resistance. Kazuo
lowered his upper body to get more leverage, and pushed harder. The fingers
slipped in, bringing a groan from the boy above him. Surely, that was pain.
He withdrew the fingers.

"Put them back in! Please!"

"But you sounded like you were hurting."

"Yeah, it hurts a bit, but it's good, too."

Adding even more spit, Kazuo allowed two fingers to enter Saburo's rectum.
He shoved gently, and when theye were as far in as he could get them, he
began wiggling, concentrating on that little mound he'd felt. He must be
doing something right, because Saburo sure seemed to enjoy what was
happening. After a while he felt the beginning of a cramp in his arm and
shoulders, and pulled out.

"Now, put lots of spit on your dick and put it in me. Quick, while I'm still
loose!"

He did as he was told, and crawled into position. He had to raise Saburo's
ass off the bed a little, and the legs went over his shoulders. Aiming his
head, he shoved, and almost at once, he felt the head entering through the
puckered orifice. Wow! This was easy! He shoved a little more, and something
slipped into place. It was like he could feel a "plop", even if he didn't
hear anything. Eyes closed, lost in the excitement of this new sensation, he
pushed again, and kept pushing until he felt Saburo's balls resting in his
pubic hair. He opened his eyes and looked down.

"Shit, Saburo! I'm inside you, all the way."

"Mmm. Now start moving in and out."

Kazuo pulled out gently, then slowly back in. He repeated this a couple of
times.

"Is this right?"

"Yeah, it's wonderful. But you can go a little faster now."

The cock slid in and out of the tight boy-hole. Not so fast, but in long and
rhythmic movements. Kazuo alternated between watching his own penis sliding
in and out of Saburo and watching Saburo himself. The boy's eyes were
closed, a funny expression on his face. Something between a grin and a
snarl. His fingers were tweaking his own nipples. Hard, harder than Kazuo
had dared.

He tried to pace himself, to make the wonderful sensation of the tight
asshole round his cock last, but the urge to empty himself came all too
quickly. Lifting Saburo's ass higher, he started pounding frantically.

"Uh! Oh! Yes, Kazuo, yes, yess! Harder, fuck me harder!"

With a mighty contraction, he came. It felt like a fire starting in his
cockhead and spreading in all directions at once, while the enflamed head
just spewed and spewed deep inside the bowels of his beloved Saburo. As his
eyes flew open, he saw a red, contorted face below him and a cock spurting
cum all the way up to the abused nipples. He shuddered. Sensory overload hit
him, and he fainted.

"Kazuo! Wake up, baby. Are you hurt?"

"Hmm?" He felt his body shaking. He'd just done that, hadn't he? But this
was different, it was like....

Waking up again, he found himself lying half on top of Saburo, half across
him.

"Are you okay? I thought you were dying on me, baby."

"I'm fine, really. It's just that this was all a bit much, so I...err."

"I think you fainted."

"I guess I did. But I felt really great. You?"

"It was the best I've ever felt, Kazuo."

"For me too. But I think we should get cleaned up now. With soap and water."

"I guess." Saburo giggled.

In the small bathroom, they cleaned themselves as best they could,
exchanging kisses and caresses constantly. Back in bed, they snuggled up
close.

"I love you, Saburo. I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Hold me, please."

They slept.


And now Kazuo was awake. The feeling was good, but he just had to take a
piss. Extricating himself from his sleeping lover as gently as he could, he
went to take care of this need. As he entered the room again, a bleary-eyed
Saburo smiled at him.

"Good morning, my love. You look radiant. What time is it?"

"Good morning to you, too. It's about six o'clock, and I feel radiant. And
why shouldn't I?"

"Sure. Now come back to sleep for a little."

He crawled back in, and soon he had a sleeping boy in his arms again. Things
certainly seemed different this morning, compared to the morning before. He
had someone to love now, and they had proven their love in the finest way
imaginable last night. It was scary, but most of all it was good. It didn't
matter what else would happen, as long as they had each other. And all their
lives were ahead. Starting this glorious morning, August 6th, 1945. In the
fair city of Hiroshima.


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, February 2001.

Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com