Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2020 05:59:38 +0200 (CEST)
From: jalaqi@tutanota.com
Subject: Hey Karl  Young Friends

Hey Karl by John Mathews

Simple love story.


"Hey Karl, may I have a word please."

Mr. Jansen called me from next door.

I scuttled over to his home and he invited me in.  We took our shoes off at
the door and he motioned me to sit down. He offered me a cool drink. and we
made ourselves comfortable on the floor. I accepted the drink and we sipped
for a moment.

"Look Karl, I don't want to impose, and `no' is a good answer."

I looked at him quizzically.

"Toran isn't settling in."

At the time, Toran was 10.  My dad had been posted to a small, mountainous
town in the west of Japan to take charge of the English language school for
remote and country children.  Six months later, Mr Jansen had been posted
there as well, at my dad's request.  I knew they had always been good
friends since their youth in Denmark.  Toran was about 4 years younger than
I was and was a shy, blond haired, dark eyed little honey.

I liked him, but didn't have that much to do with him.  All our schooling
was done by correspondence, which was no biggie to me.  I aced it.
However, it seemed that Toran just couldn't get the hang of it, and he
appeared to be miserable -- or so his father told me.

"The only time that Toran seems to lighten up is when he is talking about
or to you, Karl.  It seems you have sparked something in him that no-one
else can.  So, what I'm asking is, do you think you could mentor him a bit
please?  And help him with his school work.  There's no-one else in this
town he can play with or help him.  You can say no and that will be
alright..."

"Hey Mr Jansen, I think Toran is really cute and I'd love to help him.
I'll have to ask Dad though."

"I spoke to your father and he's OK with it."

"Kewl..."

"Ummm, one other thing..."

"Yeah, Mr Jansen."

"I think he's totally in love with you... I mean totally.  So please be
careful of his feelings, will you... please."

I stuttered.  "Ahhhh, yeah sure Mr Jansen... um, er... What do you mean `in
love?"

"He wants lots of cuddles and kisses... and I think you are up for it."

I was feeling more than a little uncomfortable at this moment.

"What do you mean?"

"We know about Tomiko..."

I felt my face go bright red.  Tomiko was a 17 year old student who had
come to see me for English conversation practice.  He had learned English
very well.  He had also seduced me. He was my first and I really enjoyed
what he did to me.  I also enjoyed what I did to him.  Tomiko and I did
everything but bum-fuck.

"Who's we...?"

"Your dad and I, of course."

Before I could say anything there was a noise at the front door and my dad
and Toran came in.

Greetings were made and Toran looked at me in his usual way.  Now that I
knew I could see the adoration in his eyes.

Mr Jansen looked at me and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Will you do it?" his
eyebrow asked.

I smiled and nodded the affirmative.

"OK, Toran...  Karl has agreed to help you with your schoolwork... He might
even help you with other things as well, if you are very nice to him."

Toran threw himself at me and I caught him in a hug.  He kissed me on the
lips very quickly and wriggled out of my arms.

"Come to my room, I want to show you something..."  He pulled on my hand.

As he and I left the room, I turned to smile at Dad and Mr Jansen.
However, what I saw startled me for a second.  Dad had touched Mr Jansen's
hand in a very intimate gesture. They smiled at each other.  A lot of
unknown pieces of a puzzle fell into place.  I smiled to myself.

When we reached his room, Toran closed the shoji.  We sat on the floor
looking at each other.  I have to say that I wasn't sure where to begin.

"What did you want to show me, my man?" I asked.

He didn't respond immediately, but he looked at me kind of sideways.

"Karl... do you like me?"

"Of course, I like you..."

"Will you give me a hug, please?"

I opened my arms and he was in them in a flash.  He was like a limpet.  His
mouth moved to mine and he kissed me.  I felt a touch of his tongue on my
lips.  A knock sounded gently on the outside of his door.

"Yes," he called.

The shoji slid open and his father gave Toran a book satchel.

"I thought you might want to show this to Karl, sometime."

"Thanks dad," he replied.

"Karl's dad and I are going over to their place for a couple of hours.
Enjoy yourselves and come over when you've finished messing about.  Give us
at least an hour to do what we have to do first, OK?"

"Sure, Mr Jansen."

Mr Jansen left, closing the shoji after him.  Toran stood up and slipped
off his t-shirt.  His nipples were translucent, his tummy was flat but
without muscular definition; his belly button was a beautiful little
nautilus.  I wanted to reach out and touch him.  I knew I could.

"What did you want to show me, Toran?" I asked.

"I wanted to show you me."  He looked down shyly and coloured a little.

I smiled at him.  "What I am seeing now is very beautiful. Can I touch as
well as look?"

He moved slightly towards me and picked up my hand.  I put my hand on his
cheek and ran my thumb across his lips.  His dark eyes seemed moist.  My
hand tracked down his bare torso. I stopped at each nipple.  I leaned
forward and kissed his belly button, and the skin just below.

"Am I allowed to see anymore?" I whispered.

"Yessss," he hissed.  "Anything... anything you want... anything..."

I took this as an invitation and pulled him closer to me and kissed him
full on the lips.  I was very turned on by this little guy, and I sensed
there was more than a perviously undiscovered bit of chemistry happening
here.  I slipped my hands down his torso once more and went down the back
of his shorts and felt his tight, round little arse.  My hands came to his
hips, and I gently lowered his shorts.  His boy nail was at attention.  I
leaned forward and kissed it. He was cut, and I thought it was perfect.

"This is beautiful, you know Toran.  You are beautiful.  What do you want
me to do?"

"I want you to show me you, please..."

"You will have to undress me, then."

"Goody, practice!"  He clapped. His little boy exuberance made me laugh.

As he was trying to get my shirt off, I had plenty of opportunities to feel
him up.  I took all of them.  As he was trying to unhook my shorts he bent
over at the waist and I ran my finger up his crack.  I played with his love
hole.

"No-one has done that before," Toran remarked.

"Don't you like it?"

"I like it.  Do it again if you want. I really like it."

He finally had me completely undressed.  My nearly hairless bone was
sticking straight up.  I was able to spurt a bit of cum, but I still hadn't
grown many hairs.  I guess I was about 8 cms long and cut.  Toran kissed my
dick.  It throbbed harder.

"Wow!" he looked at my tool.  "That's big!"

I knew damned well it wasn't, and I told him so.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"I want to show you the book daddy brought."

"K" I agreed.

It was a very beautifully illustrated Japanese pillow book -- a sex manual.
It was about teenage boys and their younger boy lovers.  A second very thin
book was photographs of young teens with smaller boys.  I was somewhat
bug-eyed at the graphicness.  An old photo fell out of the book of
photographs.  I looked at it carefully.  It looked like Toran and me.  It
wasn't.  It was our fathers.  They were naked and hard.  It was black and
white and a great photo.  They looked very happy.

"You know, Toran, this could be us."

"Yeah, I know," whispered the little fellow. "We could be happy like that
too."

That wasn't exactly what I meant, but it was a nice thought.

"Maybe we could lie down and have a proper look at the books your dad gave
us," I suggested.

He liked the idea and he pulled out a futon. (Both the Jansens and we had
Japanese style houses -- we loved them.) We made ourselves comfortable
underneath the quilt and started to leaf through the photographs. We had
looked at about 4 or 5 of the photos when Toran turned to me and asked me
to cuddle him.  I didn't need a second invitation.  I was really turned on
by the photos and by the naked boy next to me. I really needed to get my
rocks off. Typical fourteen-year-old, I guess.  However, there was
something in the way he asked me and looked at me that sort of put the
brakes on my total self-centred lust.  I was uber horny, but I felt an
emotion reach out to the little fellow and I wanted to include him in my
horniness.  Yeah, I know, I didn't quite get it myself.  I pulled the
little guy to me and cuddled him very tightly into me.  My cock went
between his legs and I could feel his equipment rubbing against mine.  He
looked up at me with his dark eyes shining and moist.  This did something
to my feelings and I shot the best cum I had ever had.  Somehow, I wanted
Toran to have the same feeling.

He just whispered to me, "I love you Karl."  I nearly cried. I cuddled him
closer.  "Karl, will you stay with me tonight, please.  I want you to put
it in me, please say yes...please."

"If our fathers agree, I'll stay with you any and every night.  I love you
too, Toran."  I could hardly believe what I said myself.  I had used the L
word.  Every piece of me felt it and meant it.  I really did want to make
him mine... so much so I almost screamed.  I couldn't figure what was
happening in my head. I didn't realise it at the time -- I was only a kid
-- but I was in love. I still am 20 years later.

I grabbed Toran's t-shirt and cleaned up my spoof.  I was about to throw it
into a hamper but the little tacker stopped me, and wrapped it in his futon
quilt.  He smiled at me slyly and I laughed.

"Let's go find our dads and see if we can stay together."  I looked at
Toran and he looked up at me.  I was on my knees again and just hugged him
to me.

"You really do like me, don't you Karl?" The wistfulness in his voice
almost made me cry.

"Yes I do... I love you Toran."  I couldn't think of anything else to say
so I just hugged him some more and kissed him.  It seemed like all the love
I had poured out through my lips and into my little pal.  It was a two-way
street because I felt his love pouring back into me.

"Is it an hour yet?  Remember what dad said."

"Ah, who cares. We know what they're up to.  We want the same."

He found himself a clean t-shirt, pulled on his shorts, grabbed my hand (or
I grabbed his, I'm not sure which). I ground to a halt in the next room and
Toran looked at me quizzically. "

"Toran, I want to see you naked again."

As quick as a flash he had his clothes off and stood before me. Naked and
erect, I knew Toran was the one for me. I was sensible enough to know we
could grow apart in the future, but I truly hoped that would not occur. I
kissed him and felt his little cock.

"C'mon kid let's see what our daddies are up to."

Fully clothed now, we toddled off through our adjoining manicured gardens.
We slipped off our shoes and quietly moved inside.

Japanese houses are beautiful, but the thin shoji offer little privacy.  It
is always courtesy to make your presence known, usually with a discreet
cough.  Before I could muster up any sort of warning I heard my father say
to Mr Jansen, "Look Álbe, it's time the kids knew about us." Mr
Jansen was part Sami and his name meant Elf Friend -- I had always loved
his name.

Mr Jansen interrupted him with a laugh. "Get real Baldr, what in the name
of all the gods makes you think they don't already know.  I gave the kids
that picture of you and me in Grenaa, among others."

"Not the sex pics!" I could hear the chuckles in my dad's voice.

"Yep, the very pics. But it's not that easy to see it's us."

"You are a bad man, Álbe Jansen, you are a bad man.  Come here and
let me kiss you some more.  Then I might fuck you."

"Sounds like a plan," responded Mr Jansen.

I thought it politic to make our presence known.  My little buddy and I had
been looking at each other in a sort of mixture of loving and amazement.
We were both happy for our dads and for us.  But nevertheless, it was time
for my warning cough.

"Ah! Visitors..."  This was Mr Jansen.  "Please do come in..."

"Oh for chrissake Álbe, at least get under the quilt." This was dad.

Álbe Jansen laughed.  "You are such a prude Baldr. Get over it. Our
sons have seen us in the bath..."

I knelt at the shoji Japanese style and politely knocked.  After a double
"yes" from our fathers, I opened the shoji and bowed my head to the ground,
also very Japanese style.  Toran imitated me immediately.  We slowly sat
up, and my father was saying to Mr Jansen that he suspected these two,
little polite `Japanese' were up to something.

"Of course they are, or they want something," was Toran's dad's tart reply,
"And I bet I can guess what it is.  And before you ask boys, if it's what I
think it is, the answer from me is `yes' and the answer will be yes from
this turkey (he jerked his thumb at my dad) as well.  Now let me
guess... You both want to spend the night together, and preferably with
neither of us in the house.  Did I get it right?"

Toran and I nodded.  We looked at each other and smiled, then started to
giggle and then laughed out loud.  It was better than we thought.  Our
fathers wouldn't be there.  We'd be alone in the house to do what we
wanted.

"Oh and Karl, I think it is time you called me Álbe and Toran you
can call Mr Andersen Baldr."

At this point my dad stuck his head up and said, "That can be uncle
Álbe and uncle Baldr thank you.  When you get much older we can
think about dropping the uncles."

"Bah humbug," muttered my new uncle. "Always such a stickler... and I know,
I know, it's not Christmas.  Anyway, you two, buzz off and go play house.
Your dads are going to play fathers and fathers and we'll see you in an
hour or so to eat."  At which point he grabbed my unsuspecting dad and
kissed him full on the lips.  My dad did not object.  We put our foreheads
on the ground again and buzzed off as instructed.

I did hear Uncle Álbe say that he thought Toran and I had hit it
off. And he thought Toran might not be a virgin in the morning.  My view
was Toran would not be a virgin within the next hour.

I mentioned this to Toran. We were in his room.  He said "Karl, you can do
whatever you want and I want you now, please."  He remembered his manners.
I just looked at him kneeling in front of me.  I too was on my knees.  I
reached over and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  He was totally
acquiescent.  I was completely gobsmacked by his beauty.  I pulled down his
shorts to just above his cock.  He looked totally stunning.  My 8 cms was
standing to attention and telling me I needed release. However, I was
conflicted because I knew Toran too needed release, but release from what I
wasn't sure.  I stripped off my shirt and pulled him to me.  The contact of
his skin on mine gave me the sure knowledge of what we needed to do.  I
pulled his and my shorts off and our cocks stood up like boys' cocks
should.

"The futon," I whispered.

We both headed to our resting place.

"We're gonna be married now, aren't we," he whispered back to me.

"Sorta, I guess.  Like our dads are."

He was content with that and was on the bedding in a flash.  I was a
millisecond behind him and just cuddled him to me. I kissed him and our
tongues played a merry dance together.  He didn't really know much about
that, and I must admit, neither did I.  But we soon learned.

"Karl, I really want you to put it inside me.  Make me yours, please."

I wasn't a hundred percent sure what he wanted, but he turned around from
our kiss and he kissed my cock.  He then took it in his mouth and sucked
me.  He used his tongue to full advantage.  He was a million times better
than Tomiko.  I thought I saw stars.

"Dad said there was lube in the little drawer to put on your dick when you
were going to enter me."

"You mean your dad knew?" I asked more than a bit amazed.  I had a vague
idea what he meant, but I wasn't sure.

"Of course he did. He knows I love you and he said he would help me but not
force you. My daddy's real cool about things."

I had to admit my dad was too.  I could talk to him about anything.  I
hadn't talked to him about Tomiko though.  There had been no need, really.
We had just messed around.  I enjoyed, he enjoyed and that was that.

"You know mate, I somehow want to be inside you and have you inside me.  I
don't want to be separate from you... ever."  I didn't know where these
emotions were coming from but they were coming and not stopping.  I just
felt overwhelmed by an emotion I had not really felt before.  I guess a
hormonal floodgate had been opened.  I wasn't sure what I needed to do.
Toran took over.  I thought he sensed my confusion.

"You have to put your dick in my bum and shoot off in there," he whispered
to me. "Like in the pictures. That's how you'll be inside me."

For some reason or other this struck a chord of `rightness' in me.  I
cuddled Toran closer and almost tried to pull him into me.  I had to kiss
him and I did.  He kissed right back and this started a bout of hugging and
kissing and nonsense talk that seemed to go on for ages.

I couldn't stop telling Toran how much I loved him.  I was certainly
hormone driven but I also wanted him to feel the same. I told him this. He
told me not to be silly because I couldn't know how he was feeling. He told
me "to get on with it" and I had to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He looked at me with a slightly hurt but mostly
quizzical expression. We separated a little.

"You surprised me... and this isn't something to `get on with'.  This is
something I want to take slowly and make sure you are happy with, and it
makes our love somehow grow more. It also sounded like you meant me to get
on with some unpleasant task -- like `Do the dishes, c'mon, get on with
it'.  See what I mean?"

He nodded his understanding. He snuggled into me a bit closer. I pulled him
to me tightly.  Though I was still ignorant about making love, I had a
sense this was going to be permanent for both of us and once we did it
together, it was a forever thing.  My brain didn't run to `you can only
lose your virginity once'. I repeat, I was 14 (a whisker away from 15) and
was basically not always logical (well, hardly ever logical) and was
seriously hormone driven.  Little Toran was the first person I ever wanted
to share my feelings with.  By contrast, Tomiko and I were just vehicles to
get our rocks off.

I had a good idea. "Let's look at the pillow book.  It might help."

Toran giggled.  "I know what to do.  You grease up my bum and you grease up
your dick and you put it in me.  Easy.  I told you already."

"Well, yes you did.  But are you sure?  I don't want to hurt you."

"I love you Karl, and you can't hurt me.  I know it.  I just know it."

I pulled the little guy closer into me if that were possible and I felt our
mutual love envelop us like a warm blanket.  I kissed his neck and he
kissed my chest.  My hands ran down his torso as he held on to me for dear
life.  We were one and we both knew it.  Somehow, we were both lubed up.
He guided me to his virginity.  We just looked at each other and knew that
this was it.  My eyes must have asked the question and he nodded.  I
plunged forward and pierced him.  My cock slid into him to the root.  His
eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

"Are you OK," I whispered to him.

"Yeah," he responded.  "We're like married now,".

I could only smile and nod agreement because an urge, a primitive urge had
taken over my body and I was having trouble holding back.  I wasn't able to
speak.

"Do it Karl.  Put your juice in me and make me your boy, pleeeeeaaase."

That was all I needed to hear and my body went into automatic pilot and the
primeval rhythm took over.  It didn't take me long and I came.  I seemed to
spurt for ages and I was conscious of telling Toran how much I loved
him. He held me like a limpet and I could feel his body jerking.  I was
ready to go again.

The original urgency had gone and I was more relaxed.  I was still very
horny.

"Do you want to do it again, Toran?" I asked, maybe a bit plaintively.

"Yes," was his rapid-fire response.  "Ten more times -- a hundred more."

I laughed and we got down to business.  I came in him a second time, but
this time he didn't appear to have an orgasm.  So, I went down on his
little cock and sucked him until he came.  That was a thrill for me as his
boy bits jiggled around in my mouth.  Again, he cried his love for me.  I
was genuinely so happy for both of us.  Toran appeared to be purring.  I
pulled him to me closer and under the warmth of the quilt we both went to
sleep in each other's arms.

Toran and I were inseparable for the rest of our dads' appointment in
Japan. Back in Denmark they and we shared a house. Twenty-two years later
Toran and I are still inseparable.

THE END


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