Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 10:47:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter One - The Beginning DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Alex Gets Educated Chapter One - The Beginning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex's Story Hi, my name is Alex Michaels. I want to tell you about my first sexual experiences, because they were so awesome. They were with Jon, a guy I've been in love with since I first met him a couple years ago! I was 12 when I first met Jon. I'm an only child. My mother and I had just moved into a new house, after my bastard father dumped us to run off to California with his girlfriend. The movers were moving our stuff from the truck into the house, and Mom was busy directing them and told me to stay out of the way. I was feeling sorry for myself, because we had to move to a new neighborhood, and was sitting on an old swingset that was out in the back yard, doing nothing. While I was sitting there, this good-looking guy with long blonde hair rode into the yard next door on a bicycle. He got off and put down the kick-stand. As he was going toward the back door, he noticed me, and waved. Glumly, I waved back. He stopped and studied me for a minute, then walked over to the fence between our yards. The swingset I was sitting on was right next to it. He looked down at me and said "Hi!". "Hi," I answered, shyly looking up at him. He was pretty tall, and really good looking, and he had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. His hair was light blond, but his eyebrows were dark brown. I thought it was cool how he had two colors of hair. He looked to be a few years older than me. I was instantly attracted to him. Back then though, I didn't realize what my feelings really meant, all I knew then was that I thought he was the best looking guy I'd ever seen, and he was talking to ME! I wished he was my brother! I'd always wanted a brother who would play with me, and wrestle around with me. "You moving in?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Well, I guess we'll be neighbors then," he said, extending his hand, "I'm Jon, Jon Granger." I stood up and shook his hand. His hand was bigger than mine. It felt nice, and he had a firm clasp. I said "I'm Alex Michaels." "How old are you Alex?" Jon asked. "12," I answered. Jon said, "I'm 15." "Yeah, you look older," I said, trying not to stare at him, and wishing I didn't sound so stupid. He smiled though. Then he asked if I had any brothers or sisters. I told him it was just me and my mom. Then he said it was just him and his mom, living at his house too! "What happened to your father?" I blurted. As soon as I'd asked, I wished I hadn't been so forward. He didn't seem to mind though, and told me his father had died a few years ago. "Oh," I said, "I'm sorry." He thanked me and asked what happened to my father. So I told him how the bastard left us. "Wow, I'm really sorry about that Alex," he said, "do you ever see him?" "No," I said, kicking a dandelion. "I'm sorry Alex, that sucks!" he said. "Yeah, it does," I said, sadly. "Well, maybe you and me can shoot some baskets together sometime," he said. "Really?" I asked, too eagerly, unable to believe he might want to spend any time with me. "Sure. I've got a hoop on the garage," he said, smiling widely, and pointing to the front of his garage. "OK," I said. He smiled at me again and told me it would have to be another time though, he'd just come home to get his guitar. He was going to go "Jam" with a friend. So we said Good-bye, and he went into his house, emerging a few minutes later, lugging an electric guitar and amp. He grinned at me as he walked around the corner of the house, and out his driveway. Mom called me in then, and told me to start unpacking. I didn't see Jon again, until the next day. I was sitting on the front steps, bored, hoping someone might come along and invite me to play with them. Nobody did. There didn't seem to be many kids in the neighborhood. As I was sitting there, Jon came down the street, lugging his guitar and amp again. As he reached the house, he called over to me "Hey, how you doing?" "OK, I guess," I answered, rather unenthusiastically. He looked over at me, and sat his guitar and amp on the front porch, then walked over and sat down on the steps next to me. He looked exhausted. "So, what's up? You look sad." he said, stifling a yawn. Looking down, I said, "naw, just bored." "I see," he said, "how about I put my stuff away, and we shoot a little hoop then?" Surprised, I looked up at him and all I could say was "Really? Why?" "What do you mean - why?" he asked. Embarassed, I looked at my feet, and said "Why would you want to bother doing anything with me?" I felt him mussing my hair then, "because you seem like a nice guy. C'mon!" he said, standing up and heading off to his house. I sat there kind of shocked, as he walked toward his house. He stopped and looked back at me, and said, "Well? Are you coming?" I looked at him uncertainly, then he grinned, so I got up and followed him. "That's more like it," he said, when I caught up to him. "Do me a favor and carry my guitar for me, but don't bang it on anything," he said. He picked up the amp, which looked heavy, and opened the door, holding it open for me. I picked up the guitar case, which was actually heavier than it looked, and headed into the house. "Can you handle it?" he asked, following me inside. "Yeah, where do you want it?" I asked, looking around. "Up in my room," he replied, and started up the stairs. I followed, being careful not to bang into anything with his guitar. Jon had a great room! He had a big double bed, must've been a queen-size at least. It was bigger than my double bed. It was a rumpled mess of sheets, blankets, and a comforter. There was a desk with a computer, and a bunch of papers and books, and a can of Coke on it. A big TV and VCR was on top of his dresser. There was a set of wide shelves on one side of the room, and there was a huge fish tank with tropical fish in it on them. The light in the tank was on, and it was beautiful. He also had huge stereo speakers on the floor in all four corners of the room, and a complicated-looking sound system sitting on the shelf next to the fish tank. The walls were painted black, and were covered with posters of rock groups. The ceiling was a deep blue, and had those glow-in-the dark stars glued to it. Jon had a black-light on, and they were glowing. The carpeting was dark green, and matched the curtains, bed sheets and comforter. On the floor in the corner by the door, laid some dirty clothes. A pair of red, bikini-style underwear, laying on top. He quickly scooped them up and stuffed them under the bed. Then he looked embarassed, when he saw that I'd seen them. I snickered a little, then, and he looked more embarassed. "I usually have dirty underwear on the floor in my room too," I said, trying to make him feel less embarassed, "only mine's just the boring white kind." He chuckled and smiled then. I went over to look at the fish, and noticed the corner of a magazine sticking out from under his bed. I realized it had a naked butt on the part of the cover I could see. Without thinking, I reached down and pulled it out. A jug of baby lotion was laying on top of it. I pulled the magazine out from under it and gawked at it. There on the cover were a guy and girl having sex! "Um, maybe you'd best not be looking at that," Jon said, quickly taking it from me and stuffing it, and the baby lotion back under the bed. He looked really embarassed. "I'm sorry," I said, getting embarassed myself. "When you're a little older you can look at those things," he said, "and, uh, please don't mention you saw it here OK?" "I-I've seen those kind of magazines before," I piped up, hoping he might let me look at it afterall. "Yeah, when?" he asked. I didn't have a quick enough reply, so he must've figured out I really hadn't seen any magazines like that before. "Your mom let's you have them?" I finally asked. He hesitated, and I realized, then that she must not know he had it. Boldly, I said "I won't tell anyone you have it, if you let me see it!" Jon looked at me incredulously, then said, "You little blackmailer!" Then he pushed me down on his bed and started to tickle me in the stomach, ribs, and armpits. I was howling with laughter, and thought I'd pee my pants, if he didn't stop. He stopped just in time, or I'd have been very embarassed, and we'd have had to change his sheets, although they looked like they needed changing anyway. There were a lot of strange, white, crusty streak and blob-shaped stains on them. At the time, I didn't know what they were, but now of course I do. Still giggling, I said, "I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone you have it. But please, can't I see it?" He looked at me for a minute, then finally reached back under the bed and withdrew the magazine and handed it to me. Before he let me take it, he said "Promise me though - you won't tell anyone!" "I promise!" I said. Then he gave me the magazine, and let me look at it. It was filled with pictures of good-looking guys and girls, all having sex. I'd never seen anything like it. I'd seen a couple of playboys, so I knew what naked women looked like, but I'd never seen pictures of naked men, especially not with hardons. "My God! They're huge!" I whispered, gawking. I also had no idea there were so many things people could do either! A while went by, then I suddenly realized that Jon was sitting in his chair at his desk, quietly watching me, as I looked through the magazine. I was horrified when I realized my hand was in my crotch, rubbing my hardon, and Jon had noticed. I felt tears well up in my eyes, as my face burned with shame. Turning quickly away from Jon, I pushed the magazine under his bed, and wiped at my eyes. "Hey!" he said, getting up from his chair, and coming over and sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, "It's OK, it's normal to get horny like that when you're looking at pictures like that - don't sweat it!" I still couldn't look at him, and there was no way to escape. He handed me a Kleenex then and said, "You're supposed to get hard, and you're supposed to want to play with it! And it's OK if you do. I do all the time when I look at those pictures - so you weren't doing anything wrong. Stop worrying about it!" "Really?" I asked, wiping my eyes and looking up at him, my face still very red I was sure. He smiled down at me, mussed my hair again, and said "Yeah! Now, let's go shoot some baskets!" Then he left and headed downstairs, with me running to catch up to him. We shot baskets together for a long time, and he showed me how to play "Around the World". It was a lot of fun! That was the beginning of a really great relationship between me and Jon. Whenever, he didn't have anything to do, if he saw me around, he invited me to play some hoop, or skateboard, or bike ride with him. He began teaching me how to play his guitar too. Lots of times he'd chase me around, and wrestle with me and tickle me. That was a lot of fun. We also spent a lot of time just talking. As we got to know each other, which was pretty quickly, I began to feel comfortable discussing most anything with him. Now we talk openly about everything. I was just entering puberty at the time, so it was a pretty confusing time for me. He was really patient, and explained a lot of things to me. I was glad about that, because I really wouldn't have wanted to talk to my mom about it. I actually learned about masturbation, and what that bottle of baby lotion Jon had under his bed was for, before he ever explained it to me. My bedroom is on the side of the house that faces Jon's room. One night, soon after we moved in, I was in my room, in the dark, looking out at the sky. I saw Jon's light come on, as there was a gap in his curtains. He didn't realize apparently. I watched as he undressed, then laid down on his bed. I couldn't believe how big his penis was. It was almost hard too. And he had a big bush of dark pubic hair. Through the gap in the curtains, I could see him pull the magazine and lotion out from under his bed. I watched him playing with himself as he looked at the magazine. Then he put some lotion on his dick, once it was hard, and wrapped his fist around his pole and started sliding it up and down rapidly. "So that's what the lotion is for" I thought to myself. I felt my own little dick stiffen up, and fondled it as I watched Jon abandon the book and start massaging his scrotum while he continued pumping on his penis. I had a pair of binoculars on my dresser. So I got them and used them to zoom in on Jon. I could see everything clearly then. I focused just in time to see Jon's face contort, and some white gook fly out of the end of his penis! I'd never seen anything like that before. I knew he was having an orgasm, because I had them myself when I played with my penis, in bed at night, but I never knew anything was supposed to squirt out! I watched as this happened over and over several more times, then he finally stopped, and used his underwear to clean himself off with. Then he turned off the light, so I went to bed myself. Of course I started fondling my penis too then. I tried mimicking Jon's movements, and if felt good. I wished I had some lotion. So I snuck to the bathroom and found a bottle. I squeezed some into my hand and snuck back to bed. Back in bed, I applied the lotion to my hardon. At first it felt cold! Then I started to masturbate the way Jon had been doing. It felt great! Shortly, I felt that good feeling building up, and I had my orgasm. I was disappointed though, that nothing squirted out of my penis, like it had for Jon. I wondered a lot over the next couple days about why Jon squirted "stuff" and I didn't. Finally, I worked up a story to tell him, that a friend had seen his older brother doing this, and wondered about it. I told Jon this story and asked about it. He looked at me closely, as I turned red. Finally he said "are you sure this is about a friend?" I went beet red, and finally admitted I'd seen him doing it. He looked embarassed, but not mad. And then he explained all about masturbation, and orgasms. Since then though, his curtains have never been gapped anymore. Our mothers became friends quickly too, so we do a lot of things together as families as well, like getting together to eat, or going to the movies. Sometimes they go out together, and Jon stays with me. We even take trips together sometimes. We go to the beach, or up into New England to see the leaves in the fall, or over to Boston, or into NYC. When we're on a trip, Jon and I have to share a bed at the motels we stay at, and our mother's share the other one. At first I was afraid of sharing a bed with Jon, because I was afraid I'd get a hardon and rub up against him with it. But after the first night, I realized I didn't have to worry about anything, because in his sleep he rolled over on me, and started humping me with his hardon! As I was pushing him off me, he woke up and got embarassed. I told him it was OK, and we both went back to sleep. Then in the morning, he woke me up, because my little hardon was poking him, as I laid sleeping, with my arm over him. It was my turn to be embarassed then. He snickered and whispered "guess we're even now. Hey - hardon's happen!" We both giggled then. Since then, sleeping together hasn't been a problem, and we usually both end up rubbing up against each other's hardons at some point. Until recently, I never told Jon, but I really liked sleeping with him, and always waited until he was asleep, so I could snuggle up to him. Right from the start, Jon has always treated me just like I'm his little brother. I've always wanted a brother, so it's great! I couldn't love him more if he was really my brother! I can tell he feels the same way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jon's Story My little buddy Alex just showed me this story he wrote, and asked if I wanted to add anything to it. After I corrected some of his spelling and punctuation errors, I decided I'd write my own version of our story, from my point of view. So here goes... One day when I was 15, I rode into my driveway on my bike. A new family was moving in next door to us. I saw a blond boy, who looked to be a few years younger than me sitting on their swingset, looking pretty miserable. I went over and introduced myself. We both told each other briefly about ourselves, then I had to go. Alex looked disappointed that I was leaving, so I told him maybe we could play some hoop sometime soon. He said that would be nice. I would've stuck around, but I was on my way over to a sleepover at my friend Tony's. It was a good sleepover. Tony and I had discovered sex together a couple of years earlier, and were now regular fuck-buddies, on top of being best friends. Tony and I spent the whole rest of the day, all night, and the next morning at his house alternating between playing our guitars together, and sucking and fucking with each other! I think we must've each had about a dozen orgasms. I was pretty tired, and my cock and balls were pretty achy, when I got home the next day. As I walked up to the house I saw Alex was sitting on his front steps, looking lonely. Tired as I was from 24 hours of sex, I went over and sat down and talked with him. I was right, he was lonely. Poor kid. I knew he was going to have a pretty hard time finding any kids to hang around with, as there were none his age in the neighborhood! As I looked at Alex, I realized he was one good looking boy! I wondered if he'd hit puberty yet. It was hard to tell. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. Whatever, I thought to myself, he's gonna be one hot guy when he gets to be a little older! He sure was cute already though. Anyway, I decided to take him under my wing, and amuse him for a while, so I offered to shoot a little hoop with him. He accepted, after a bit of resistence. First we took my guitar up to my room, and he looked around. First thing he saw were my cum-stained bikinis. How embarassing. I stuffed them under the bed quickly. Then he found my porn magazine and the baby lotion I used for lube! Again - how embarassing. He didn't seem to understand the lotion, or he was ignoring it, as his eyes were glued to the magazine. I doubt he'd ever seen one like it before. It was hardcore, and showed these gorgeous guys and girls doing it in every position imagineable. Well, Alex, I found out, is a bit savvy to the ways of the world. He figured out that Mom didn't know about the magazine and said he'd squeal on me if I didn't show it to him. I'm not sure he really would've, but after tickling him to death for black-mailing me, and getting him to promise not to tell, I let him look at it. He sat there on my bed, gazing intently at each picture, as I sat and watched him. I could see his little penis hardening beneath the fabric of his jeans, and I couldn't believe it when he absent-mindedly began rubbing it. My cock was stretching the fabric of my own jeans at that point. I wanted to rub it myself, but didn't. Suddenly, poor Alex realized what he was doing, and that I was watching him. He was completely mortified, and started to cry, as he threw the magazine under my bed and turned to face away from me. Poor kid. I went over and consoled him, and told him not to worry, that what he was doing was completely normal. Finally, I got him calmed down and decided to get him off the subject, so I took him outside and we played some hoop. Since that day, we've grown really close to each other. I let him do things with me all the time. He loves to follow me around, and do the things I do. Like Alex said, our moms are good friends now too. I do watch him whenever his mother needs to be away from home. He's pretty easy to sit for though. And, we do take trips like he said. They're a lot of fun - especially the beach. Yeah - that first night sleeping together though, when I started humping him in my sleep was embarassing as hell. I'm just glad he ended up doing it to me in the morning too. Now whenever we end up sleeping together, things are OK. If either of us gets hard, we know it's to be expected. Many times, I wake up to find Alex snuggled up to me, hugging me. He's always hard! OK, so am I. Up till now, we just both ignored it when that happened. You'll see what I mean as our story unfolds. By the way, Alex never has had to wait for me to fall asleep. I just pretend to fall asleep, so he snuggles up to me. I like it when he does! ~smiles~ Finally, I see the little twerp told you how he watched me jacking off one night too! That's earned him another tickling! I'll get him after I finish this! Anyway, that was rather embarassing for me when he finally told me he'd seen me. I had to explain all about jerking off and orgasms and semen then. His asshole father apparently hadn't told him squat before he took off on them! It's just as well, once we got talking about it, he found he was really comfortable talking with me about sex, so I've become his sex guru - any questions he has, he comes straight to me now! In conclusion, let me just say that I was thrilled to read that Alex thinks of me as his older brother. I always wanted a little brother too, and he's the best "little brother" a guy could want! I love HIM a lot too! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for our next chapter, where Alex receives his first blow job...