This is a work of fiction about sexual acts between boys, or men and boys. If you are under legal age in your location you should close this file now. If you object to this story content then close this file now. THE PARTING We had been friends since second grade. He and I both transferred into Mrs. Cloke's class in the middle of the school year and gravitated to each other as the "new kids". That first day at recess we ended up the left out ones and from then on until school was over this year - eighth grade. We had looked forward to starting high school together, but it was not to be. Eddie told me on the way home near the end of the semester - His father was being transferred to California and they were leaving as soon as they found a house that summer. I can remember that I suddenly felt that I couldn't breath - it was as if somebody was cutting off my arm. Eddie was crying as he told me and we stopped at the park and sat on a bench - two thirteen year old boys - crying in public. The rest of the school year was the worst time of our lives. When school finally got out we could only wait for the bad news from his father, and it came fast - within two weeks he called to say that he had found a house and they would move the last day of June. Eddie asked if he could stay over at my house the night before he had to leave and his mother was pleased as their house was a mess from packing and the movers were already to come in and take most everything. He had finished sorting, packing, and throwing things out by late afternoon and appeared at our house with a sleeping bag and a back pack with his spare clothes and things in it. My Mom gave us dinner and taking his things we headed upstairs to my room. Somehow we managed to avoid Eddie's departure and spent most of the next few hours like we always had - playing games, watching TV, and generally messing around like we always had. Around twelve o'clock we were pretty tired so we did our bathroom thing and went back to the room and stripped down to our tee shirts and underpants. Eddie spread out his sleeping bag and got in and I got in my bed. Eddie didn't seem to want to end the night and we talked about the times we had spent together and the many things that we had done. Both of us got sad and finally Eddie asked if he could sleep with me in my bed like we used to and I told him sure. He got in my bed with me and we lay under the sheet next to each other on our backs. I put my arm under his neck and he laid his hand on my chest. It was warm and I felt the warmth of his body where we touched our sides, hips, and legs. I think it happened while we talked, but at some time we had rolled toward each other and had our arms around each other and we were on our our sides now with our bodies pressed together so that our chests and crotches were touching. I remember feeling the warmth of his body more intently and the feel of our penises pressed together with just the fabric of our underpants between them. We had not, in our long friendship, ever done anything sexual together except that usual comparing when we entered puberty and a few times we had masturbated ourselves in front of each other, but that had quickly passed after the newness of it. That night, I suspect, knowing we would likely never see each other again, we seemed to need some act to finalize our relationship and yet at the same time leave us connected. I don't to this day know how it happened, nor which of us initiated it, but, with our bodies intertwined we came together in a gentle embrace of love for each other and our lips touched and for seconds just brushed each other. Pulling ourselves into each other with our bodies touching from head to toe we opened our mouths and urgently touched tongues and explored each others mouths. Our arms at the same time explored each others bodies and I felt my penis and Eddie's harden and rub together in an electric charge. Breaking apart slightly, we stared into each others eyes and without a work our hands slid down to where our erections were pressed against the fabric of our briefs and we rubbed each other's erections through the fabric. I still remember the experience of my hand going slowly up and down the length of Eddie's hard penis with two of my fingers along the sides and one on top. At the same time I felt Eddie's on mine as he also slowly explored my erection and his hand slipped between my legs to fondle my testicles and then back up again over the length of my distended shaft. Rolling over and taking Eddie with me I ended up on top of him with our hands trapped between us. Lifting myself up slight I slipped my hands under his tee shirt and rubbed the sides of his upper body and chest until finally I pushed the tee shirt up and over his head and off of his arms. He reached up and took my tee shirt off and i sank back down feeling the contact of his chest and stomach against mine. Again we came together and kissed deeply in an effort, it seemed, to almost try to become one. The front of our underpants and the erections within them rubbed together as our hips pressed together in a rhythmic coupling, each thrusting against the other. Finally we broke from our kiss and I raised my hips up and Eddie put his hands in the waistband of my underpants and pushed them down my legs exposing my erection and releasing it. He eased his hips up and did the same for himself. Somehow we each worked them down our legs and off our bodies so that we now lay naked in each other's arms - our whole bodies touching all over and our erections pressed together with our pubic hair mingled together. We rolled on our sides and even though neither of us had ever been with another boy reached down and took each others erection into our hands and masturbated the other in a slow and gentle manner. The sensation of Eddie's hand on my most private part did not feel shameful but rather made me feel that we were close to being one person as my hand joined with his body. After a little while Eddie took his hand away and pushed me away from him at the same time taking my hand off of him and told me that this was the last time we would be together and would I be willing to do something together. I asked what he wanted and he told me that he wanted us to "suck each other's dicks" but together so we would each have something of the other inside of us forever. I don't know whether it was from the sexual arousal we were in, or because I too wanted to be closer or if possible part of Eddie that I said yes I would. We turned around and lying on our sides wrapped our arms around each other's waists and carefully took into our mouths the other's penis. I felt both mine and Eddie's jerk and become harder as I tasted for the first and last time the sexuality of another boy. Our mutual arousal and the desire to couple together allowed both of us to, though inexperienced, eventually to consume the whole of the others erection so that we both had our lips touching the other's pubic hair and the top of the testicle sack. Inexpertly we sucked and thrust at each other and by some stoke of luck managed to climax at the same time ejaculating our semen into the other's mouth almost in unison. I remember the taste of the first squirt of Eddie's semen hitting the back of my mouth and filling it with a sweet salty mixture that tasted good to me and without thinking I swallowed it and the ones that he spewed forth after it. At the same time I experienced the explosion of my own seminal fluids and it seemed to last forever - each explosion making me feel more and more a part of Eddie himself. Finally we were spent and our softening shafts fell from each other's mouths and we lay with our heads in each other crotches in exhaustion and with a feeling of being one. I eventually turned myself around and we fell into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. Early in the morning we awoke and for a few minutes again took each other into our arms and kissed deeply and long as our penis's throbbed and rested together between our tightly embraced bodies. That, however, was enough for both of us - to share the closeness and feel of our bodies. Anything else would have lessened the events of the last day we spent with each other. Even as thirteen year olds we somehow knew we had achieved that rare moment of oneness that would remain with us for the rest of our lives. Eddie left that morning and outside of a few letters over the next year or so we never saw each other again, but we will always be part of each other.