Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2019 23:29:09 +0100
From: olafrijn@protonmail.com
Subject: Olaf's Friends Chapter 3

Hi, my name is Olaf. I'm from The Netherlands. I hope you enjoy my
stories. This all happened in 1979 and 1980.

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Olaf's friends - 3 - The year with Rorik

That year of high school, for Rorik and me there was nothing more important
than being together and having sex.


With Rorik (15), it all started right at the first day of my second year of
high school, when I was 14. I entered the classroom and there were two boys
already who had to repeat their second year. One of them was called
Rorik. He was cheeky and brisk.

Rorik sat in the back and I took a seat one row before the last one. From
time to time, I turned around a bit and watched Rorik, when he said
something out loud or answered one of the teacher's questions. I couldn't
keep from turning around every now and then to watch him if only for a
second. I was curious to see what he was doing. He was like a magnet to
me. Not knowing that I would shortly fall head over heels in love with
him. That first hour went by quickly and when it had ended, we moved to
another classroom.

Walking there, I noticed that Rorik had the most attractive butt. I guess
you are familiar with the way a boy's butt often sticks out. Rorik's did
too and his tight jeans pronounced his luscious butt cheeks even more. When
I smiled, Rorik smiled back and for a moment he sort of examined me. I
blushed when he looked me in the eyes and I was captured by the most
beautiful blue-grey eyes I had ever seen. I'm not exaggerating. In the next
classroom, Rorik took a place in the back again and the chair beside him
was still free but I was just too shy to go and sit there. I took a seat in
the row before the last one again. Any noise he made or word he said was a
reason for me to turn around and look at him. And now he looked back at me
too. Later, he told me I blushed a lot when he looked back or talked to me
(omg)...

On our way to the third lesson, he walked by my side and we chatted and
started joking around a little. In the classroom, he took a seat one row
before the last one and then grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me
beside him: You sit here, he said with a laugh. And there we sat. I could
almost feel myself slide in love. And in his eyes I saw that his fondness
for me was growing.

During every lesson that followed, we sat beside each other in class. And
the whole year we spent all our after school time together, every day of
the week. Mostly at his home. His mum always came home around 5 or 6 pm. To
my parents I said we made homework together, which we didn't. This school
year was more like a psychotic trip: nothing else really bothered us, as
long as we could be together. Sometimes our parents would like it to be
otherwise for whatever reason, but they were just unable to do anything
about it.

In the beginning when we were at Rorik's house, we joked around, sat beside
each other on his bed, read magazines together, played videogames (Pong and
Space Invaders), drank or ate something, talked or just did nothing in
particular. And sometimes we did make homework, for what that was
worth. Looking in his eyes, seeing his lips, hearing his voice, smelling
him, incidentally touching him, feeling the radiation of his body: being
with him was all I was living for. And I was dying to kiss him, caress him,
hold him so tight that I would nearly suffocate him, feel every part of his
body, lick him, jack him off, blow him, rub his butts, stroke his hair... I
wanted him so badly. But I didn't dare to do anything. Though I guessed he
wanted the same with me. I knew he loved me but didn't dare to come forward
either. I could see it in his eyes and feel it, smell it, and that almost
drove me crazy. Until...

THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED

In his kitchen, he pushed the nozzle of a whipped cream bottle from the
fridge in my mouth and filled me with cream: spouwaousshhh! Then he filled
his mouth and pushed it back into my mouth again and filled me up a second
time. And back in his mouth again. I loved him to bits for the crazy kid he
was. Then we went to his room.

I walked up the stairs in front of him and he slapped my butt. That
surprised me. (For the record: I had the same boyish butt as he had.) I
laughed at him so at least he knew I didn't mind. In his room, I could no
more refrain myself and slapped his butt too. That touch alone felt great!
He then slapped mine again and laughed and we got in a playful
fight. Unwillingly I slapped his butt a little too hard so in a reflex, he
slapped me in the face. Huh?? Was he angry now?? A little annoyed I said
sorry while I punched him against his shoulder. But then he pushed me and I
fell on his bed. I don't know why, but I snapped and suddenly tears started
to roll out of my eyes. That too came as a complete surprise to me. I had
lost my way. Didn't know what the hell was going on and reality seemed to
slip through my fingers. At first Rorik started laughing at me but when he
saw I was truly a little upset, he sat beside me and said: Oh Olaf, I'm
sorry... and that made me start to really cry, thank gawd only for a short
moment. Rorik then put his arm around my shoulder. The crying had made the
white of my eyes a little red, which made my green-brown irises to
glare. When I looked at him he stumbled:

Your eyes are just so beautiful...

He then blushed, and I couldn't play the game anymore and said:

Yours are beautiful too.

We both started laughing and softly bumped our foreheads against each
other. I said: Sorry Ro... and he fondled my curly hair a bit, saying sorry
too, and that it was okay. Then I put both my hands in his neck, but I
froze, afraid of any negative reaction. We just looked each other in the
eyes and sat still for several seconds. Until Rorik said jokingly:

And now you expect me to kiss you, right?

No. But I wouldn't mind, hehe...

Are you serious?

Hm, well, yes...

I dropped my eyes and loosened the grip of my hands a little. He kissed my
forehead, slowly turned his head away, stood up and walked to his
bookshelves at the other side of the room.

Wtf? Inside I was jumping and screaming of
happiness. He. Had. The. F*ck. Just. Kissed. Me. Aaaah! On the forehead,
but still. I would never wash my forehead again.

I sniffled and got on my feet too. As I walked towards the bookshelves, I
asked what he was looking for. He answered he wanted to show me a magazine
about motorcycles with impressive police bikes in it. Oh wow, I
said. Intuitively I laid my arm around his shoulder, aware of the risk that
this might piss him off, but it didn't. So we stood there. I saw a mag that
could well be the one he was looking for but he didn't grab it. Instead he
turned towards me. Without looking down I noticed he had a serious boner in
his jeans. The look in his eyes was so soft now. Almost like a glaze. He
put his arms around me and we watched each other. Our noses touched,
followed by our lips. At first we didn't even kiss. Our lips touched softly
and caressed. All that time we looked in each other's eyes. He smelled
irresistibly nice. My dick got so hard it almost hurt. I fondled his hair
on the back and top of his head and he started doing the same to me. We
moved more towards each other so our bodies touched completely. I felt his
boner, his legs, belly and chest and I moved my hand over his back. I
didn't want to touch his butts yet, but still my hand slowly went
there. Meanwhile we were breathing in each other's mouths as our noses were
now caressing, but less tenderly. Our noses, our whole faces stroked and
caressed each other and the intensity of it grew. I could feel his hand
move towards my butts as well and the moment I touched his and he touched
mine, we started kissing, and I mean really kissing. Our tongues got
involved too. We held each other firmly. Passion finally found a way out of
the flames. We caressed, rubbed, fondled, moaned. We moved towards the bed,
fell on it and then rolled onto the floor. He got on top of me, I on top of
him, we rubbed, entwined, bumped our heads, kicked out our sneakers, moaned
and sighed each other's names. Rorik became me and I became him.

We continued kissing, hugging and rubbing each others bodies. After a while
we unbuttoned our jeans, took off all our clothes and then landed on his
bed, naked. His cock was big and so were his balls and all I could think of
was coming with him ten times, his sperm all over me. I had been blue
balling too long over him and now I was about to explode. Our crotchal
areas were slippery of precum. We rubbed, moaning and sighing and I held
the soft and yet hard cheeks of his butts in my hands. We were both
breathing heavily as I almost came and... a second later I suddenly did
come! Groaning loudly I nearly fired my cum right through him. He groaned a
long moan and I felt his pumping dick blasting his warm load between our
bellies and around my navel. It mixed with my sperm, running down both
sides of my body. Still breathing heavily, we started kissing again and
kept on moaning sofly. We kissed, fondled and caressed untill we both fell
half asleep. About half an hour later we woke up by his mum calling his
name from down the stairs. He shouted: Yes we're still studying! Quickly we
cleaned up, put our clothes back on and tidied his bed. He said: Stay here,
and he ran down the stairs. Meanwhile I realised I had to go home for
dinner. A minute later he came back and said everything was fine. I told
him I had to go. He grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me against him and
said:

Next weekend you could sleep here and stay all weekend.

Hell yeah, I cant't wait! I tell my parents and you tell your mum, okay?

Suddenly, I just had to say that I definitely LOVED him. I really had to
say that out oud. So without hesitation I added: Ro? And he answered: O?
From that moment on, he nicknamed me O and I liked that so much. So it
went:

Ro?

O?

I love you.

From "you" I started kissing him, sucking his lips tight onto mine. Rorik
then talked back to me inside his mouth:

Ah Mwaw Myaow Moo.

From the next day at school, things were different. We had always been
laughing and joking, writing funny stuff in each other's copybooks or
playfully challenging each other. Now we quieted down a little bit. Partly
because our psychotic minds had come to rest and also because we had
something to hide. We had become more than friends. However we would never
use the word, our friendship had deepened and had actually grown into a
relationship.

Rorik and I were together every possible moment. At school and afterwards
until dinner. During the weekends. And during holidays. Except when my
family went skiing in Austria. I loved skiing but that year I was counting
down each ice cold day to the one I could be with Rorik again.

The occasions we couldn't be together were just unnecessary interruptions.

At school I hated it that we couldn't make love. Sometimes I jumped on his
back and could barely keep myself from kissing his hair or stroking him. He
did the same kind of things to me. At gym class I never watched him in the
changing room, otherwise I would bone up totally in a split second. One day
we just skipped class for the afternoon and went to his home to make love
and have sex. Only once, unfortunately, because we got punished for playing
truant.

We held sleepovers as many weekends as possible, and always at his house,
because in my house I had a sister and a brother and 2 parents. At Rorik's
we only had his mum. She was very sweet and there were moments I reckoned
she just knew what was going on between us. At last she did the washing and
his bed sheets always looked more like a road map. In the end we didn't
even bother to make the sleepover-bed for me anymore, because it was never
used anyway, so why put up a show every time... Undoubtedly his mum
knew. And I'm sure my family knew too. As a matter of fact it must have
been pretty obvious :)

I remember one Sunday, when I was with my parents at the house of one of
their friends, in a village a quarter of an hour drive away. After we had
coffee and cake, I was already missing Rorik. My mum noticed, since I had
started daydreaming and wasn't really actively involved with
conversations. She then asked if I was "missing my friend". I was so
touched by how she phrased this. Rorik was My Friend - and I was missing
him. So I said: Hm yes... And then she was so sweet to offer to drive me to
his house! (And she did.)

We had all forms of sex. Except fucking but I can't remember how often I
came between the cheeks of his butts and he between mine. There was always
dried sperm on us somewhere. I knew every inch of his soft, muscled
body. We could kiss and hug for hours, through the night and through the
day. Frequently we fell asleep after yet another orgasm and then woke up
almost simultaneously. With a lock of his blonde hair in my mouth. We only
went out of bed to pee, fetch something to drink and eat or answer the
phone when his mum was out.

It was an awesome year and once every now and then I think about it and
laugh in myself. I can't imagine my life without this meaningful period.

At the end of that school year, we both had to repeat. Since Rorik was a
repeater already, he had to move to another school. That came as a slap in
our faces, however we had both seen that coming. On top of that, I had to
go on holiday to France for 4 weeks with my family. At first, all this was
a bummer of the size of the Milky Way and we both weren't able to swallow
that bitter misery down. The crazy part is that when school finally ended
that summer, our relationship slowly started to melt as well. We had no
fights or disagreements, nothing went wrong. We were just engulfed by
reality. All year long we had created our own reality and now it seemed
that somehow all of it had to come to an end. It didn't stop just like
that, though.

Rorik and I had a day or 10 before I went to France and we practically
stayed together all days and most nights. We couldn't find the right words
to talk about it. We could only cuddle, kiss and have sex. Strangely enough
we only cried once when we were together, and I cried several times when I
was alone in my bed.

In France, I met a British boy that turned me on the full 100% and although
I didn't understand how on earth it was possible that I could 'forget'
Rorik so easily, life just seemed to go on as if nothing had happened. If
it had been ontherwise, for sure I would have gone mad of missing Rorik one
whole month.

After France, of course Rorik and I met again. For him as well as for me it
was frustrating to find out we couldn't be just friends anymore, since we
had already been much more than just friends. That hurt a lot. But the
experiences of the past year meant so much more than the frustration we
felt trying to continue something that had somehow fallen out of our hands.

In fact I never forgot Rorik at all. He meant so much to me. The year with
him gave me so much pleasure and confidence. It's an important part of my
life. May be deep in my heart I still love him.

It also made it easy to tell my family (and others) that I was gay, a year
or so later. Their reactions were heart warming and all, but the first and
common reaction was like:

But of course... :)


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