Date: Sun, 05 May 2019 11:32:45 +0200
From: olafrijn@protonmail.com
Subject: Olaf's Friends Chapter 6: Jean Marie and Bram

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

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"I read your story on Nifty, Olaf's Friends, last night. I liked the style
of it, and it was a refreshing change from the usual american stuff. I
could imagine how nice the boys were. I liked the 'Kissing Patrice and Jean
Marie', chapter the best, but I was disappointed where it ended. Please can
carry on with it?"

"I just got around to reading your Olaf's Friends series and loved it. I
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months since your last post. Either way, I enjoyed what there is and would
welcome more."

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Notebook - From this episode on, I will only be telling more stories thanks
to a notebook I started writing in when I was 15. For that reason I would
recommend anybody to keep little notes during their youth because they will
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OLAF'S FRIENDS - 6 - JEAN MARIE AND BRAM


Jean Marie and I went to the showers and only inside the block, we
unbuttoned our pants walking towards a private shower. I put my towel and
the books on the little bench and Jean Marie turned on the shower so there
was some noise around us. We quickly stepped out of our pants and trunks
and put them aside and then moved under the refreshing stream, clasping
each others bodies. Our rock hard, silky-skinned boners touched and seemed
to be living a life of their own, as if they were desperate to kiss and rub
and make love by themselves. We smelled of sex. Boy sex. And Jean Marie had
this french odeur about him which I liked very much. Butterflies in my
belly were teasing me and competing with my thoughts. How on earth could I
fall in love with this boy only hours after my cute and sexy british boy
had left and only weeks after I had to seriously overcome Rorik, whom I
assumed to be 'the love of my life'?? This experience taught me I would
easily fall in love with any boy that I fancied and made out with. However
strange this discovery was, it was very liberating... Love and lust
appeared to be 2 separate things that could combine but didn't have to.

We had sex and one more furiously pumping orgasm, with groans and pants and
sighs and water falling straight onto the tiles, creating this cocoon of
sound around us. I wanted this to go on forever. Suddenly I got this strong
desire to lick and kiss and caress and suck his dick and his balls. So I
lowered, kissed his belly and then I carefully grabbed his still hard cock
and slowly started caressing it with my lips. It tasted so good. I really
felt that a love for him was emerging, and rushing through my body. The
blowjob I started to give, came as a surprise for him and he moaned softly,
stroking and gripping my wet hair all the time. His balls were just a
little bigger than Andy's. I kissed and licked each of them very
delicately. Then I softly sucked him again and all the time he moaned and
even said my name. It sounded like Oh-Love. It was different than how Andy
had called me. Imagine how a french person generally speaks english and
then say "Oh Love". That's how it sounded.

His sweet dick tasted so good. It had grown as hard as steel again. So I
continued and in the meantime my own boner started to feel so hot and
agitated as if it was going to war by itself. I sucked and let his rod
slide in and out through my lips, caressing it with my tongue. I let him
slide in deeper and deeper and I could easily take it without gagging. He
moaned and moaned, panting my name "Oh-Love... Oh-Love..." and then he
moaned: "Ta langue..." This meant he loved it when I touched the head of
his penis with my tongue, inside my mouth. So I retracted his dick just a
little bit so I could let his head slide over my tongue. It swelled more as
his moans increased and a little later his magical words sounded through
the noise of the raining shower: "Je vais jouir, Oh-Love..." His warm cum
shoot against my palate and throat and I swallowed it all. I loved the raw
passion of orgasms so much. And then we kissed. My dick was poking his
belly and however his was still hard as well, mine was harder now and I
definitely wanted to come again. Jean Marie was so sweet. His lips slowly
started to touch and softly stroke and kiss my nose. And my cheek, neck,
shoulder, chest and my belly...

And then he took my raging dick in his warm french mouth. "Ahr!" I
reacted. I just couldn't hold that in. He sure knew how to give a blowjob,
mamma mia... My dick felt so good inside him. It didn't take long for
me. His lips and tongue were worshipping my throbbing boy rod and soon I
reached the point of no return. I moaned and panted, with my head tilted
backwards, and then I shot. And shot and shot and shot and felt his mouth
fill and drain at the same time. He was swallowing all my cum. And I stayed
inside him as long as he thought my dick needed to stay there, to come to
ease.

Jean Marie was far more touchy in public than other boys. He kept on
hanging his arm around my neck or my waist. Sometimes ruffling though my
hair a bit. And I realised that he didn't even do those things to
Patrice. On one hand I liked it and it made me feel proud and on the other,
it was a little embarrassing towards Patrice. Although Jean Marie had told
him that we had sex. And he continued to have sex with Patrice. When I
asked Jean Marie about that, he didn't hesitate and said "Mais oui" right
away. Patrice and Jean Marie had 'their thing' and we had 'our
thing'. Lucky Jean Marie! :) I guess we were just being boys, overly
charged with sex hormones.

When I saw or even thought of Jean Marie, I would bone up so strongly that
it seemed my dick was expanding every single time it happened. We had sex
even more often than Andy and I had had. Sometimes I asked myself what the
hell was even happening alltogether. This last camping week in France was
immense.

During this last week, I got a little jazzy as well. One evening, I emptied
a fire extinguisher for fun and we laughed so hard we almost
choked. Fortunately we weren't caught.

Of course it was a bummer when the day came that my family had to return
home again. Sitting in the backseat of our car with my brother and sister
felt as if I had been caged. I slept a lot, dreaming about all the sex and
physical contact I was missing. My sister was in the same sort of mood
because she had had a boyfriend, called Denis. He was a little older and
they had had sex once. It was a secret she had told me. When we saw the
name of the city he came from on road signs (Besancon), she pinched my leg
(which hurt) and we laughed together sneakily. A couple of minutes later
this popular song came up on the radio: Denis, by Blondie. We looked at
each other with big eyes and started laughing and screaming together. Which
woke up my brother and made my father shout: "Could the girls in the back
please not scare the hell out of the driver?!" xD Together we sang the
chorus: "Oh Denis doo be do, I'm in love with you", and my brother burried
his head between 2 little pillows.

At home, I wrote Jean Marie and Patrice a postcard and I got one back too,
but we didn't actually stay in touch anymore. With Andy I started writing
and calling on the phone (landline) a lot.

Rorik and I also met again. We kissed and even had sex, but it was
different now. And for both of us it was frustrating to find out we
couldn't be just friends, since we had already been much more than that. So
we kind of avoided each other. It still hurt, but life went on. It took me
some time though, to get used to sleeping alone in my bed during the
weekends.

I started writing in a notebook, about what I was thinking and feeling. At
first I wrote about missing Rorik and the affairs I had after we 'broke
up'. I continued writing about the boys that I had a crush on. And there
were many. Not long stories or diary confessions, but just reflections and
details I didn't want to forget. It gave relief and it felt like I could
talk to someone whenever I wanted, without having to explain that I liked
boys more than girls. I still have the notebook and I guess that's why I'm
able to write all this. There's so much stuff I would otherwise have
forgotten.

When the summer holidays came to an end, I had to go back to school. As a
repeater this time. So I got to know a lot of new people. I had hardly
noticed any of them the year I was so glued to Rorik. It didn't take long
before I realised there were so many cute and striking hot boys packed
together.

Let's start with... Bram.


BRAM

The school year started and I had just turned 15. During the first dutch
lesson, the teacher asked if anybody wanted to join the editorial team of
the monthly school newspaper. Being part of a team that created the school
papers seemed great to me, so I applied.

I attended the meetings and often went to the editorial room after school
hours, to type things and hang out with the others. There were 2 coaching
teachers and 12 pupils in the team. The pupils were the writers and
designers. I liked writing as much as graphical work, but I would write
stories, jokes, riddles and interviews. One of the pupils in the team was
Bram. When I first saw him, I remembered him being this intriguing and
attractive boy I had noticed the year before. Most boys I liked sexually
had bubble butts and Bram's firm round bums were definitely delicious. He
was 14 years old and made drawings and cartoons. I was happy to be on a
'special team' with him.

One afternoon, I was typing something when Bram came in. He greeted us and
started talking to one of the teachers. He stood there, with his back
turned towards me so I had a front row view on his little melons, firmly
held by the tight velvet of his corduroy pants. Immediately I felt my dick
swell and poke inside my jeans. Only when he sat down to work on a drawing,
I was able to concentrate on my typing again. From time to time, we looked
at each other and smiled. I'm sure I must have blushed, because his smiles
were warm. I mean, not just smiles like hey dude nice to see you, but more
than that. He really looked me in the eye and it seemed as if he was
searching for something or as if he wanted to tell me something. He had the
same green-brown eyes as I had and gleaming white teeth. At one point we
were all joking, when one of the others said that I was looking exactly the
way Bram did, "with those eyes". I was astonished and I sort of started to
melt inside. After that short and surprising 'interruption' we all started
working on our little projects again. So I got back to my typing job.

All of a sudden, Bram was standing next to me to show the drawing he had
made. I had been really concentrated on my typing, so I hadn't noticed him
coming towards me. So when I turned my head, the first thing I saw was the
outline of his small banana-like penis and the little walnuts underneath it
in his tight pants. That instantly pushed my buttons. I blushed, swallowed,
looked up in his face, into his gleaming eyes, observed the cute little
freckles spread over his nose and cheeks, and then turned my head to watch
the drawing that he had put next to the typewriter. It was as if I had been
hit with a brick, but I recovered quickly. We spoke about the drawing and
started laughing together. He laid his hand on my shoulder. I desperately
wanted to pull him on my lap and feel his velvety melons with my poking
boner and kiss him, but of course I couldn't do that. That evening,
fantasizing about Bram, I blew like a fire hose. Twice, to be precize.

Bram lived in a village south of our city. It took like 45 minutes cycling
to get there. So we couldn't just cycle home together or meet
spontaneously. The advantage was that whenever we met, a sleepover would be
obvious. Both Bram and I were free the Friday afternoons, so before heading
home we would go to the editorial room to hang out or do some creative
work. This Friday we were the only ones in there. We made up riddles and
jokes together: drawings and texts, and that was so much fun. We sat beside
each other at the large table and however we each sat on our own chair, our
legs touched. Firmly. I could see that he had a hardon all the time, just
like I had. Something held me back, but I had almost started to kiss him
because I was sure he wanted that too. When it was time to go home, I asked
him what he was doing that Saturday. Sadly his schedule was already filled
with activities and he had promised to wax his father's car. What a
bummer... But we invented a way how we could see each other the next day
nevertheless. We agreed I would call him around 3 pm and say that I was
coming over to see him and help him waxing the car.

The next day I asked my friend Caspar if I could borrow his cool racing
bike and I told my parents I would go and see Bram who lived in that
particular village. Around 3 pm I phoned him and as planned, he reacted
enthusiatically to my idea of coming over and helping him with the
car. Mobile phones didn't exist yet, so once I would be on my way on the
racing bike, nothing could change our plan anymore :) A little less than an
hour later, I arrived at his house, where he was indeed busy waxing his
dad's car. His shirtless body looked sweaty. I saw his chest and little
nipples and his boyish belly for the first time.

When he looked up, he blushed and cheerfully said "Hey Olaf!" He liked the
cobalt blue bike and rode a little on it in front of the house. Then we
went inside to have a cold soda and meet his mum and dad in the back
yard. When I walked behind him, I saw his tanned back morphing into his
bubbly buttocks. His mum and dad were happy I came all the way to help him
out with the car and we chatted a little. His mum said I definitely had to
stay for dinner. We fetched some more cloths for the waxing job and went
back to the front of the house and started waxing the car. After I had
taken my shirt off, Bram said we should wax and rub my body too. I
answered: "Only if I get to wax and rub your's as well" and we laughed. It
took another hour before the whole car was shiny and looked like new. His
dad complimented us: "What a good job, boys!" Shortly afterwards, dinner
would be ready so we cleaned ourselves up a bit. Sitting around the table
we chatted about school and the newspaper. Bram and I had a lot of fun
together and it must have showed that we had a thing for each other. His
dad asked what our plans were for the evening, supposing I had to be back
home before dark. Bram said we would go and make drawings, jokes and
riddles in his room but it would be better if I could sleep over. I
reacted: "Yeah, you're right... That would be awesome!" His parents agreed
and let me call home to tell I was going to stay over at Bram's. Bingo!

In his room, we indeed started to draw and think up jokes and
cartoons. Sitting at his desk together, our legs were touching firmly again
all the time. We had fun and were laughing about the things we created and
every now and then we looked in each others eyes deeply. We bumped our
heads together softly. I would also lay my arm around him for a moment and
he would even gently pat my cheek and say I had such beautiful curly
hair. When I ruffled his hair, I felt my eyes go gazy. All the time we both
had boners and the odor of precum was hanging around us. It was funny to
notice his bulge become smaller when we went to the kitchen to fetch crisps
and drinks or later, when we were organising a sleeping bag and a mattress
for me. The rest of the time, both our jeansed crotches bulged up and
showed clear and distinct boners. When we watched each others bulges, we
just laughed. We were heating ourselves up to the boiling point all the
evening.

When it was late already, his parents went to bed and wished us goodnight,
which finally gave us the freedom we needed. After a little while he stood
up and said "Come on". When I had stood up, he playfully pushed me on the
bed and quickly walked to the door. He turned the knob to lock it. We then
both sat (or half lay) on his bed with pillows behind our backs. Bram
against the headboard and I against the wall. We talked about all kinds of
things and got a little more serious. Meanwhile the matress was only
standing on its side against a closet and the sleeping bag was still rolled
up. His legs were spread apart now and touched mine. I desperately wanted
to stroke and fondle his belly and his legs. And I could hardly get my eyes
off his bulged and inviting boy crotch. Suddenly, he got off the bed,
saying he was going to free himself from his tight jeans. "If you don't
mind." I said I didn't and then he turned his head and smiled at me for
half a second while he lowered his pants. I almost squeeked when his
gorgeous beefy butts showed, only covered by his green cotton briefs. I
could feel precum ooze out of my tortured dick. He then stepped inside a
pair of pale red shorts, quickly turned around and jumped onto the bed
again. He took the same position as before. I wanted to touch his bare legs
and stroke him, upwards, inside his running shorts towards his cotton
briefs, touch his balls softly and stroke back downwards again. But I
didn't. He said I could do the same if I liked. "I've got enough shorts in
there and I'm sure they will fit you", he encouraged me. The idea alone,
that I would wear his shorts, seemed so erotic. I said I would and
immediately got off the bed. When I pulled my jeans down, I casually but
carefully hid my huge boner, just as he had done. I pulled a pair of white
shorts out of his closet and stepped into them. They fitted well enough but
were just a little tight and when I said so, Bram answered: "Your butts are
a little bigger than mine" and we laughed. He spread his arms behind his
head as I jumped back on the bed.

We continued talking. When I felt brave enough to move a little and touch
his bare leg with mine, he asked if I would come and sit next to him,
against the headboard. Then I couldn't constrain myself anymore and after I
had put the pillow behind my back I moved my hand to his head and stroked
through his hair again. Things finally went naturally. We smiled. He
caressed my cheek, we bumped our heads together carefully and I softly
pushed my lips against his. We kissed. His eyes were wide open. I caressed
his neck, his chest and his belly. We started holding each other. He
caressed my cheek, then my neck, shoulders, back and belly. He rubbed over
my crotch and I did the same to him. From that moment on we were rolling
downhill and unstoppable. We took off our shirts, helping one another and
as by itself, our shorts and briefs went down and disappeared. We touched
and stroked and rubbed and held each other in a firm grip when we rolled
over. Bram on me, meanwhile thrusting our crotches. I was kneading and
holding his fleshy butts and loved their peachy soft feel. And me on Bram,
when my butts were his to enjoy. We softly panted and sighed and
moaned. His body felt and smelled so incredibly nice.

We were both so desperate to cum. I wanted to suck his dick, kiss him all
over his body, lick his balls and suck on his little nipples but we both
just needed to cum before anything else. There was no more time for delay.

So I rolled him on his back and sat on my knees on both sides, straddling
him, my balls touching his balls. And I grabbed both our penises in my
right hand and then also with my left hand. As if we had done this before,
he put his hands between our thighs and around our balls and started
fondling and tickling them. That felt so fucking amazing that I could
hardly suppress a loud moan. He encouraged me to tighten the grip of my
hands around our dicks and when I started moving my hands up and down, a
heavy gasp came out from deep inside him. Our precum was leaking through my
fingers. It felt so insanely nice. His marble hard, silk covered boy penis
pressed against mine, his tickling fingers around our balls while mine were
pushing and shoving his... It took a minute. A minute of complete
pre-orgasmic euphoria, with eyes closed and then open again, glimpses of
his white teeth and dark pink lips, his almost begging eyes... A minute
that ended with both of us panting "I'm gonna come" and "I'm gonna shoot"
and sighs and soft aaaahs, pulsing dicks, boiling balls and then... long
ropes of warm, white, creamy cum, shot after shot, landing in his hair, on
his chin, his chest and his belly and oozing over my fists, licking our
balls and thighs. It was as if 2 rockets had just taken off to the moon. We
were both sighing heavily and also giggling, watching each others smiling
faces.

Bram gasped: "Phew, man... That. Was. Absolutely. Amazing." And I said:
"Hell yeah man, it sure was..." He smiled at me warmly. I took some tissues
from a box near the bed and wiped the splash of sperm from his chin. Then I
starte mopping up the sperm. Meanwhile, he softly pulled his hands away
from our balls, which made us both sigh, and then laugh. He cleaned his
hands on the tissues I held in mine. "Oh, it's even in your hair!", I then
laughed. Because we had started squirting at the same time, I couldn't say
whose sperm it was and I liked the idea it was from both of us. I bent over
and sucked on the wet lock of hair, which I had often done before with
Rorik and which made Bram laugh.

He put his arms around me. He stroked my back and my butts. I stroked his
hair and we started kissing for like half an hour. He had such lovely sweet
lips. I also sucked on his nipples and kissed his chest and belly. Then I
rolled him on his stomach and kissed his back, all the way to his peachy
butt cheeks and started kissing them all over. He moanded and sighed all
the time I did that. Sometimes he giggled. We then kissed again and fondled
and caressed. Suddenly it seemed like he felt awkward about something. I
asked him what was bothering him. He started telling me that he definitely
liked boys rather than girls and he asked me: "How often have you done this
before? With another boy?" I told him about Rorik. He knew who Rorik was,
although he had never talked to him. And he knew that Rorik had left
school. He listened to me with his eyes wide open and several times he
Wow-ed. He said: "I would like to have a boyfriend, very much. But it's
just, I can't come out to my parents or to anyone. In this shitty village."
He then joked that he would go and live in my house during the week to be
with me. I laughed and whispered: "Yeah..." In my mind however, I couldn't
imagine there was place for another year like the year with Rorik... If
only our parents would ever let it happen. We hugged and kissed until half
past 2 when he gently turned his back towards me, pushed his bum against my
boner, pulled my arm around him and pushed my hand on his belly. It
reminded me again of sleeping with Ro. I burried my face in Bram's hair and
kissed his neck. We fell asleep, spooning closely.

The next weekend, Bram and I held a sleepover at my house. Of course we had
sex again and we did the same as we had done in his bed. But the other way
around. He was now stradling me and held our spunky dicks. And with both my
hands I held and tickled our balls. The orgasm was explosive again. And
guess what... Sperm landed in my hair this time and even in my left eye,
and of course all over my chest and belly. Bram removed the sperm from my
eye and hair with a tissue but we playfully decided to leave the rest where
it was, to see if we would glue together when we hugged :) And for another
night, we slept together, holding each other lovingly and tight.

A week later, some afternoon at school, we were the only ones in the
editorial room. And again, we were sitting closely against each other at
the big table. And that turned us on just too much. So we started kissing
and then stood up and continued kissing half behind a bookcase. That felt
so fricking good! Kissing, fondling and stroking, pushed against the
bookcase, just there, at school. Like straight couples often did openly. It
felt lecherous and liberating at the same time. I heard the bookcase creak
when I stood against him and forcefully pushed my pounding boner onto his,
meanwhile almost crushing my own hand that was on his butt cheek. His body
was like a magnet. He held my hair and pressed our faces together. We both
groaned. And then the door of the room was opened. One of the teachers came
in and quickly we stepped away from the bookcase. We were blushing and the
look in our eyes must have been like miles away and scared at the same
time. Our boners must have shown through our tight pants. Well anyway, it
was obvious that we had been making out and also, that the teacher had
understood. No way around it anymore. Yet he didn't mention it or judge us
and remained neutral. He just said "Hello boys, working on your cartoons
again?" Quickly we sat back at the large table and continued our work. At
first giggling and then... laughing about our silly cartoon-jokes as
always. We never told him but he knew we were thanking him in our minds,
every time we saw him.

After that incident, Bram sort of kept a little distance. We still joked
and made fun things for the school paper. And we still touched each other
in secret. But we never actually made out anymore. I regretted that,
because he was so cute and stuff.

Several months later, I decided to come out to my parents and to my
friends. Also at school. I'll tell you about that later. While it opened
doors, it also closed some. Being openly gay attracted some boys
strongly. And meanwhile it pushed others away. Bram was one of them. It
hurt a little, but I could understand him and had no hard feelings.