Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2024 19:19:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Eddie Gay/Young Friends This is fiction and for adults. Don't read it if it is illegal to read it where you live. Please donate generously to Nifty to keep the stories coming. Eddie The End of Eddy is an autobiographical novel about growing up gay in a working-class town in Picardy. It is a book that has already been translated into more than 30 languages. The End of Eddy captures the violence and desperation of life in a French factory town and is a sensitive, universal portrait of boyhood and sexual awakening. One reviewer says the Édouard Louis writes from his own undisguised experience with an openness and a compassionate intelligence that are all his own. The result -a critical and popular triumph -has made him the most celebrated French writer of his generation. "Every morning in the bathroom I would repeat the same phrase to myself over and over again: Today I'm really gonna be a tough guy." Growing up in a poor village in northern France, all Eddy Bellegueule wanted was to be a man in the eyes of his family and neighbours. But from childhood, he was different "girlish," intellectually precocious, and attracted to other men. Louis' novel is a masterpiece in its simplicity and has captured the imagination of the world. I am John and I have a similar story, but I don't think I'll be able to tell it as well as he did. I grew up as an only child in a Free State mining town called Welkom. Today, the mine dumps stand as imposing monuments, remnants of a bygone era when the town was in the zenith of its gold mining glory. These mounds of earth, raised high with the residue of decades of mining, form an integral part of Welkom's history. These man-made hills, now covered in grasses and shrubs, bear witness to the work of countless miners who unearthed the precious gold. I was born at the dawn of the third millennium and found myself in a town that was slowly dying. My father worked as an engineer on the mine and my mother was a social worker in the local hospital. I attended a Catholic school since preschool and all in all I was a happy child. My parents both played tennis at the mine club and they socialised with a small circle of friends. I was ten years old when one of Dad's colleagues and his wife visited us. They had a son called Eddie (the book title reminded me of him) who was twelve. After dinner that night we went to play in my bedroom. We built a tent using chairs and blankets and we were laying inside with torches and some comic books. Next thing Eddie had his hand on my dick and rubbed it, it felt good, and I got an erection. He never said anything, but his face was close to mine, and he seemed to be breathing more heavily. He was very close to me, and I could smell the milk he drank at supper on his breath. He moved closer and kissed me, and now I could taste the milk. I said nothing and grabbed his dick which was hard and squeezed it. I had no idea what was going on and where we were heading. Eddie, a muscular pre-teen boy, got my hard little dick out of my shorts and played with my foreskin, retracting it, and playing with the head. He then went down and engulfed my dick in his mouth, I squirmed, it was an amazing sensation. His tongue seemed to dance around my glans - I had never experienced sensations like this before. We could still hear our parents speaking in the lounge. I undid his pants and pulled his dick out. It was a little bigger than mine and he was circumcised. The glans had a purplish colour and he was oozing precum. I went down and licked it. It tasted good and I got Eddie's entire head in my mouth and sucked like he had done to me. It felt good to have his dick in my mouth. All of this was interrupted when Eddie's parents called him and asked him to get ready to go home. We pulled up our pants and zipped up. I saw Eddie at school, but he never spoke to me. Eddie had awakened something in me that until then was dormant. Being close to him, feeling his touch, having his fingers, and then his mouth on my dick was sensational. Tasting his precum and being so aroused got me into a space that I never knew existed. I tried to recreate that moment many times by fondling my dick. A couple of weeks later we were invited to dinner at Eddie's parents' house. I was excited and hoped that Eddie and I would continue our exploration. After dinner, we climbed up into Eddie's tree house. It was quite spacious and had a mattress on one end. Eddie stripped down to his fruit of the loom undies revealing a boner and suggested that I do the same. I stripped down to my boxers which were tenting. He lay on the bed, and I joined him, and he started kissing me. His hand gripped my dick and he started to wank me. I stuck my somewhat smaller hand inside his underpants and did the same thing. He told me that we were masturbating each other and that I had to prepare myself for an amazing feeling. Having Eddie wank me felt good, and being so close to him even felt better. Eddie moved his hand more vigorously and the next thing a warm feeling came over my groin area and my body jerked a couple of times. I was breathing faster. Eddie was still kissing me, and I started to wank him more vigorously, his breath quickened, and his body also started jerking and sperm came out of his dick. He said that was cum and he ate some and gave me some to taste. I reluctantly accepted and he said that this was the stuff that made babies. He told me that I needed to be a bit older before I could make sperm. We lay recovering in Eddie's treehouse, and he asked me to come over for a sleepover sometime. I saw Eddie at school the next day when our class was going off to physical education and Eddie commented to the group I was with: "What are you fags going to do today?" I couldn't work out why he would say something like that, especially since it was he who made a move on me. The following day Eddie, the boy who lay next to me in his treehouse and spoke to me like a brother, pretended he didn't know me. I was very disappointed and even had thoughts of cancelling the sleepover, but my desire to be close to Eddie was overwhelming. I took my sleeping by along to the sleepover. Eddie's Mom had made burgers for supper and after showering and changing in our T-shirts and shorts we packed our drinks and snacks into a rucksack and climbed into the treehouse. Eddie had a lantern and a small radio. We laid down our sleeping bags and sat eating our snacks and drinking Coke. Eddie set up the chess board and we had a game of chess. But I think Eddie, like me, was keener to get into bed and have a different kind of fun. We took our clothes off and climbed into the sleeping bags, which we had zipped together. Eddie immediately started to kiss me, and he spat on his hand and grabbed my dick and began to wank me. I did same to him. Our faces were touching, and I could feel the heat from his face. We soon climbed out of the sleeping bag and felt each other under the night sky. It was quiet and all you hear was the faint sound of the TV in Eddie's lounge downstairs. It wasn't long and Eddie showed me how to 69 and we were both sucking each other. My body shuddered as I came, and my dick stiffened. It wasn't long after when I felt Eddie's dick swell and he shot cum into my mouth. We climbed back into the sleeping bag and lay talking again and lay fondling each other's dicks. At one point I heard an owl hooting across the garden. Eddie wanted to fuck me. He had brought his mother's face cream in the rucksack and said that he would put some on his dick and some in my hole. I was a bit nervous but agreed. I lay on my stomach, my dick hard, while he massaged the cream into my hole. I then felt him climb over me and his dick pressed against my hole. It hurt like hell. He told me to relax, and he put more cream in my hole. I kept feeling him pushing and I didn't like it. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. Eventually, it felt like he was in, and Eddie made thrusting movements. I felt his dick swell and something warm in my arse. Eddie then wanked me as I lay next to him, and my body shuddered with pleasure. He kissed me and we snuggled together and fell asleep. The next morning, we were up early, and I left after breakfast and Eddie's mom dropped me off at my house. She asked me if I had fun and whether I would come again, and I said I would. I greeted Eddie when I saw him at school on Monday, he didn't even smile and simply ignored me. I couldn't figure out why this boy, who had his dick up my arse on the weekend behaved like this; the boy who had opened a whole new world for me and had shown me how to masturbate and do other things.