Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 01:22:38 +0000 From: Robert A Andersen Subject: Oliver - Where is Love Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between boys. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, you are in the wrong place. If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now. I have stories that are a series, and this is the first single-event story that I have written. This story is mostly fiction. For those that read this, if you like it (or have some suggestions or complaints) feel free to email me. My email address is: Richima0912@hotmail.com Like most authors, writing on Nifty feedback is important to us. If we don't hear from people, we can't improve! Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. OLIVER -- Where is Love In looking back at my life, few situations explode in my mind as the one I am about to relate to you. I was a jock! I was a musician! I was 16 years old and ready for life to become very interesting. One of my best friends was involved in the theater program at my high school and "volunteered" me to be part of his set crew. I was looking for something to do between football and baseball, so I agreed to assist him. Our drama coach determined that we were going to put on the musical OLIVER. This was 1966 and this was a very popular Broadway show. He wanted this to be the most realistic High School production of this play, so he sent Marc (my friend, who was the head of the set crew) and three of us to the Shubert Theater in Chicago (we lived in the burbs) where the play was being produced. The first thing we saw was the rotating stage. Wow! Did it make the scene changes realistic as it rotated to show various aspects of the London street. It was on a mobile platform and would move depending on the scene that was being shown. When we were driving home, Mr. J, the coach, said that this is what we were going to do to make our production realistic. We all looked at each other confused, but he said he had an idea that he would present us. And WHAT an idea it was. He designed a circular rotating stage that would change scenes in a moment. However, unlike the Shubert, ours was a bit different. Ours had to be moved manually. That's where I came in, I guess. He solicited me to get three other football players to help move the stage during performances. This meant that we had to be inside this monstrosity for 2 hours every performance. Now that you have the background, let me tell you about casting. It took 3 days, but we had most parts cast, except the title character; Oliver. He didn't want to go to the grade schools to get a boy to play the part. He had Marc and me cruise the school (our population at that time was over 4700 student grades 9-12). We went to the lunchrooms, study halls, and various school lounges to find a young looking boy. We found 2 that we thought looked the part, but neither Marc nor I had any idea if 1) they had any acting talent, and 2) they were interested in being part of our performance. Both of the boys indicated that they would be interested in trying out for the part. Mr. J, Marc and I would audition them after school that very day. Jerry and Isaiah were given some dialogue to read and both did an excellent job. Then it was the main concern -- their singing. They both told us that they had never sang in a choir or anything, so we had Jeff, who was cast in the part of the Artful Dodger, sing one of Oliver's signature songs; Where is Love? Isaiah sang first. Marc and I cringed when he tried to sing the basic melody, much less the high notes. He was terrible, I have to say. But had some potential Mr. J. said. Then Jeff sang the song again for Jerry. He picked right up on the tune and, although not really trained, did a very good job. Our vocal music teacher was there as well and said that she could work with him. Mr. J called Jerry down to the auditorium seats and offered him the part. He was a little reluctant since he hadn't even talked with his family about doing this, but was excited at the chance. Mr. J asked him if he needed to talk with his mom and dad about it, but Jerry looked right at me and said, "I think that Bob could talk to them." I was shocked, since I really didn't know this kid. I have to admit, though, I was really attracted to him the moment I saw him in the cafeteria. Oh, did I forget to mention that I knew I was "queer" (as they called it back in the 60's) and this boy really was turning me on even before he tried out for the part. I asked him why me, and he told me that we lived close and that my father had seen me play football and mentioned my name. He thought if I talked to him about being in a play, and that I was involved, his dad would probably be more accepting of it. I looked at Marc and Mr. J and they both were nodding their heads in encouragement. They really, well all of us really, wanted Jerry to take this part. So I agreed to talk to his dad that evening. He said his dad was home and that if I drove him home, I could talk to him right away. I really didn't know that he knew I had my car there and thought that strange, but I said yes and we headed to his house. It turns out that he lived less than 2 blocks from me. He directed me to his house and we went into see his parents. Jerry introduced me and his dad was ecstatic to meet me. He began telling me of the games he saw, the plays that I made and the fact that he asked Jerry numerous times why he couldn't play like me. Even at 16, I was a bit taken aback that his father would say this since he wasn't any taller than maybe 4'8" and playing even freshman football would have been very dangerous to him. I went on to explain why I was with Jerry, and what we proposed. Mr. W was not very enthusiastic. He asked many questions. When would the performance be? How much time would this take? Could I assure him that Jerry's studies wouldn't be jeopardized? Would I take Jerry under my wing like a big brother? WHOAAA! Where did that come from? I just met this family and Jerry's dad wanted me to be his big brother. I looked shocked, I know, but actually, being an only child I always wanted a little brother and Jerry is the kind of boy that I could see as my little brother. At 14, he looked like 10, perfect for the part. But, he was very mature for a 14 year old from what I could see, and thought things out. I could tell that he wanted to play this part and also knew that the only way he could was to have me talk to his dad and convince him that his worries about Jerry taking this on were unwarranted. I agreed that I would watch over Jerry during the production, not that that was a big imposition. I was really getting to like this kid, even though we really only knew each other for maybe less than 4 hours. So began Jerry's and my friendship. We became inseparable after school till I would take him home. For the next two weeks I was after school building the sets for the play. The cast was running over their parts, singing the songs, and finding their cues. I watched all the rehearsals, even though I was banging away with a hammer. I would stop each time Jerry had lines. I would listen to his singing, which was becoming better and better. But, more than that, I was becoming more enamored with this boy. I was finding myself getting hard almost every time I saw him on stage. Many times some of the guys working with me would have to pull me out of the fog I seemed to be in when he was performing. Jerry was constantly being surrounded by the girls in the cast. He was a cutie, for sure, as all the girls would constantly tell him. They would cuddle him. They would tease him about his height, his age, and his cute face. None of them, though, had much success with Jerry. He thanked them. He blushed. However, that is all he did. With me it was different. As I mentioned, I would pick him up after school in my 1954 Packard, drive him to practice and then home again. We usually practiced till about 8:00-8:30 almost every night and then on Saturday we would be there at least 6 hours. The first few days were just that, picking him up, taking him home and talking on the way about practice and dropping him off. Things changed after the first two-weeks. Jerry didn't want to leave the car when I got him home, saying that he had till 10 to be home and we would sit talking about a lot of things. Many times he used the "big brother" comment that his dad made. He had a little sister, but always wanted a big brother to talk to. Apparently, as I found out in our discussions, he and his dad didn't talk much. Jerry was not the son that his dad had hoped for. His size, I do believe, had a lot to do with it. His dad wanted a jock. Jerry was very athletic, but because he had not yet grown and apparently hadn't reached puberty, he didn't participate in many sports, always being the smallest of the group. Our discussions, like most teens, eventually led to sex. He knew I had a girlfriend and had a lot of questions about her. He admitted to me that he hadn't really been out with a girl and really didn't want to get into that yet. He asked the typical questions like how far had I gotten with her, if I had "porked" her (yes he said porked) and if I liked it. Well, honestly, Cher and I had only made out up to this point so my answers were easy. If he had only known, at this juncture, that I had had sexually experiences, but with other boys. I had been masturbating and orally involved with quite a few guys. I learned how to "jack-off" when I was 8 years old while I attended camp. From that point forward I took every opportunity to do this with many of my friend. Actually, as Jerry and I were talking, I was fantasizing about him and me in some sort of physical relationship. However, no matter how much I wanted to, I didn't come on to him because -- and I don't know why this was -- I thought of him as my little brother. That would have been wrong, even to me at this point of our friendship. This went on for about 2 months. Every night, sitting and talking in my car for a good hour or more. Much of it was going over the play, but more and more it became more personal between us. I learned a lot about his life at home and although he was far from abused, I could see where he needed and older male influence in his life. Dress rehearsals started about a week and a half before the performance dates. My role was to make sure that the stage "moved" at the right time and in the right sequence. It was very exciting seeing the production come together. Jerry was fantastic. For someone that had no experience in the drama department, he fit in perfectly and played his part better than any others. I would watch the production through window holes that were placed within the moving stage. There was enough room for us to move, slightly hunched over, but from one side to another. Jerry was very concerned during the first dress rehearsal of the "Who will Bye" scene. He would be on a balcony, in a night shirt listening to others sing before he joined. His concern wasn't the singing, but his costume. Mr. J was adamant that the night shirt be just right, but that Jerry had to wear only his underwear under the shirt. As he tried on the shirt, he noticed that when he made any movement with his arms, the shirt would move up, and he was afraid that the audience would see him in his underwear. A valid concern, to be sure, but the shirt never did move up enough for the audience to see him like this. During the rehearsal I told him I'd watch to see if there was a problem. Actually, if there had been this problem, the other actors had more of a chance to see it than the audience. As I watched, I told him I'd let him know and we could talk to the props department to make the night shirt a bit longer. And, watch I did! As the part came for Jerry to raise his arms to the sky, the night shirt moved up, but not enough for the audience to see anything, or the other actors. However, for me it was a different story. With my vantage point from below him on the balcony, I could see his underwear and more so how he filled it out. I could see his "boy package" clear as day. And with everything else I told you, you can imagine what happened. Fortunately within the moving stage it was dark. No one else could see the raging hard-on that this view gave me. That night after the rehearsal we all gathered to discuss the performance. Mr. J was very happy with what he saw, with minor changes coming the next day at rehearsal. Marc was manning the light board and had some changes he needed to make and Mr. J and I talked about the stage and some things we needed to do to make it smoother the next day. Finally we were all dismissed and I went to the dressing room to get Jerry. He was there with the other male cast getting changed. As I entered there was a bunch of rough housing going on, with guys snapping towels and wrestling, except for Jerry who was in the corner, with his head down. I went over to him, sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "What's wrong? I asked him. "I had a boner in the scene with the night shirt," he said in a whisper. I giggled and ruffled his hair. "No one in the cast or audience could possibly have seen it, Jerry, don't' worry. Let's head home now, buddy." As we headed for the car, everyone was telling Jerry how well he did and how the show was going to be a great success. Arlene, who played Nancy came over and gave Jerry a big kiss on the lips, telling him that she had wanted to do that for a long time. Jerry was taken aback, and I actually saw him wipe his lips with his sleeve. As we were driving home, he turned and looked at me. "Are you sure no one saw me, Bob?" I hesitated and when I did he looked concerned. "They did, didn't they? They all saw my boner during that scene." His head went down and he began to whimper. I stopped the car at the side of the road, picked up his chin and made him look at me. "No, Jerry, trust me. THEY didn't." I emphasized they. "What do you mean by they?" "Jerry no one saw you in your underwear. The shirt is long enough that they couldn't see it from their angle." "Their angle?" "Yes, Jerry. They would have had to be under you to see anything, trust me." His eyes went wide open. His mouth hung open for a moment. "But you're beneath me, Bob. You mean you saw my boner?" I smiled at him and pulled back onto the road. "Jer, I did see your package and I thought you had a boner, but wasn't sure. Excuse me for looking, but believe me Bud, no one else could see a thing." He hung his head for a minute then looked at me. "Look at me, Bob." I turned to look him into the eyes. "It's cool, man, you're my brother." I realized at that moment that my cock was at full mast, hitting the steering wheel. Jerry noticed it too and smiled. "I guess we're even," he giggled. By this time we were at his house and I parked on the street. "Bob, can I ask you a question?" "Sure Jerry, you know you can." "Do you get boners all the time?" he asked. I smiled and laughed a little. "We all do, Jerry, it's just something that happens." "I noticed, Bob. You get them a lot." "How do you hide them, then?" he continued. "I mean, with me, I'm not that big but you, well it's really obvious when you get a hard-on." I didn't realize that he saw them. Every time we are together I seem to get an erection, but I didn't think that he noticed it, but apparently he has. "Honestly, buddy, I don't hide it. I mean all guys get erections at the weirdest times." "I just started getting them ALL the time, Bob." "Means you're growing up, Jerry. Didn't your dad have the talk with you?" "You mean the sex talk right? Well he's told me some things, but nothing more than I know from biology class." I really felt bad for Jerry now. Here he is 14, about 3 months shy of 15, and his dad hasn't talked to him about sex. I wondered just how much he really knew about what was happening to his body. He just told me he just started to have erections all the time, which from what I remembered started just as I started puberty. In my adolescent mind this told me that he had yet to begin puberty, although. I think I knew it the first time we met. The car was still running to give us heat, but I turned toward him, moved a bit closer, my arm around his seat. "Jerry, do you know what is happening, or should happen, to your body as you grow up?" "I think so, Bob. I mean Dad has told me where babies come from, but honestly I knew that before he told me. He has also told me that I'll begin to grow hair down there and it will get bigger as I grow older. But that is about all he has said. I'm not really too sure what is happening to me all the time. I have these feelings that I don't understand." As he talked I was sadder and sadder about what he was going through. I grabbed him around the shoulder and pulled him toward me. I gave him a big hug and his arms went around me as well. I couldn't believe what I said next. "You know, Jerry, I'll do what I can with any questions you may have, buddy. You are my little brother and I am here for you with anything you need." He looked up and smiled. "Thank you Bob, I knew you'd say that." With that it was time for him to get inside, but he asked me if on Saturday I could come over and hang with him and his sister while his parents were at a wedding. He said he forgot to ask me earlier and apologized for not mentioning it. I told him I'd be glad to, as Cher was gone with her family and I didn't have any plans. He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and left the car. I drove off replaying what just had happened. Had I really told him that Id talk to him about anything he needed? Did I really bone up thinking about him in his underwear? Did he really notice my erections all the time? Was he like my little brother and not like any other guys that I had fooled around with? And if he was like my little brother, why did I have these feeling about him? That was a lot to think about in a 2 block drive. I parked in the drive, went into the house where my dad was sitting reading something. I walked over to him, hugged him and kissed him and told him that he was a cool dad. He looked at me like I was on something, but smiled and said good night. No sooner did I get into my room that I threw off my pants, pulled my underwear down and rubbed one out. During the entire time I was jacking off, I was thinking of Jerry. What was wrong with me, I thought. The next two rehearsals, with all the changes that were made, went off very well. When the balcony scene came around again, I noticed that Jerry looked right down at the observation slit before he raised his arms. I got a good look at his boy package each time, and of course I got hard each time. I could swear he was teasing me. After Saturday's rehearsal I went into the dressing room with Jerry to change. I had brought a change of clothes since I wasn't going home before I went to his house. I was sweaty and smelled gross, so I told Jerry I was going to the locker room for a quick shower before we left. I grabbed my clothes and took them with me. About half-way to the locker room Jerry called my name. He was running down the hall way toward me. "Mind if I join you? I don't want to be alone in the dressing room. Everyone has left. I hope it is all right, Bob." "Sure buddy, but you don't have a towel or anything." "I'm not showering. I just don't want to be alone." "Totally understand buddy. I won't take long." As we entered the locker room I realized that the basketball team just finished their practice and were all showering. Jerry stopped in his tracks, but I told him everything was cool and to sit next to my locker while I went into the shower. He sort of seemed embarrassed, so I told him he could wait outside. I went into the shower with the team, most of whom I was on the football team with, and quickly cleaned up. I dried off and wrapped the towel around me and went to my locker. Jerry was sitting there as I began to dress. I could tell he was looking at me, but I knew, or should I say thought, it was natural curiosity. I pulled on my underwear then my jeans and grabbed the clean shirt and we left for his house. We didn't say much during the ride to his house because we were both tired from the long rehearsal. As we got into his house, his dad was sitting in the den where his sister was playing. Jerry and I sat and talked with his dad, and then his sister asked us to play. We all began to roll a beach ball between each other when suddenly his sister jumped and landed on both Jerry and me. We all wrestled around a bit when his sister got up and went into the living room. Jerry continued to wrestle with me, his dad sitting in the chair next to us. Suddenly I felt something strange. As we were wrestling, Jerry's hand reached in between my legs. This happens, I knew from wrestling, but he didn't move it at all. Instead he began to squeeze and massage my groin, my cock hardening as he did. I didn't want him to stop, but with his dad there, I knew that this wasn't something that should be happening and I quickly stood up. As I did his hand stayed there for a second and as I looked down, he appeared to be very upset that I stopped. "Let's get something to drink, Jerry," I said moving toward the kitchen. We got a couple of cokes and sat talking to his mother. Suddenly his dad called his mother telling her it was time to leave for the wedding. She left and his sister, Jeanne, went up to her room. I grabbed Jerry's hand and took him into the den. "Jerry, what just happened in here a minute ago?" I asked. Jerry began to blush. "Bob, can I tell you something private?" "Sure, bro, anything." "The other night when we were talking about sex and stuff, I came home and went to bed. When I lay down, my dick was as hard as a rock, like it is a lot lately. I began to rub it and I had this weird feeling. It tickled and hurt at the same time." I giggled a little. "That's normal Jerry, perfectly normal. All guys get that feeling. What did you do then? Did you keep rubbing it or stop?" "Well I stopped for a couple minutes, but I still had a boner. So, I did it again and it felt the same. It was scary, but nice, at the same time." "You were jacking off then?" "I guess. I'm not really sure because I really don't know how. The guys talk about it all the time and I go along with them, but I never did and really don't know what to do." "Okay, listen Jer. After your folks leave and your sister is in bed we'll talk about it. Actually, you were sort of beating me off just a while ago. Did you realize I was hard?" "Oh, yea I did, Bob." "Very hard and it felt good to me." "It felt good to me, too, Jer," I laughed. "It's like a normal thing to feel good until you shoot off." "Shoot off?" he said with a tone that I realized meant he didn't know what I meant. "We'll talk, bro, soon." With that, we heard his parents coming downstairs calling to us. They told us that they would be late and asked if I could maybe stay till they got home, or if I wanted I could spend the night there because they would be late. I agreed to stay, hopefully not showing too much enthusiasm. Jerry looked at me then at my crotch and smiled. He knew I was getting hard and it fascinated him. As soon as his parents left, his sister came running down the stairs and jumped on me. "Glad you're staying Bob. We can have some fun tonight." "No way! Bob is my friend, not yours!" "It's OK Jerry. We have all night now, remember, I'm staying. I imagine I'll stay in your room, don't you think?" I said with a grin. He smiled back and shook his head yes. I asked them if they wanted to go to Terry's, a hamburger diner all the kids in town hung out at. We all headed for my car and went for dinner. Since it was Saturday night, Terry's was packed. All around were guys from the football team and a lot of the group that was in the play. We all chatted, Jerry's sister even joined in, but I know she was bored with all the high schoolers' around. Suddenly, Cher came into the diner. She looked over at us and didn't look happy at all. I wondered why she was there, because she was supposed to have gone to a relative's house this weekend. As she walked over I could tell she was upset that I was with Jerry. She didn't like him as he had been, well not he, but the show, been taking a lot of time away from what she felt should have been with her. "Can we talk, Bob?" she growled. I told Jerry I'd be right back and walked with her to another part of the diner. "What's going on between you two, Bob? Are you and Jerry boyfriends now?" "You've got to be kidding, Cher. What makes you think that? We're good friends, yes, but also I'm sitting for his sister tonight as his parents are at a wedding." "Sure, convenient I'm sure." What a sarcastic person she could be. "I see the way he looks at you. You know he has the hots for you don't you? He thinks of you more than just a friend." "Yes, Cher, he does. He's like my little brother, so I think of him as more than just a friend as well." "Well, remember we are going out tomorrow with Tom and Julie. And NO excuses!" I just shook my head yes, but was really pissed at her because, basically she was right. I could feel that I wanted more with Jerry, but didn't want to admit it, even to myself. I walked back to the table and Jerry was talking with George, a good friend of mine who was also on the crew for OLIVER. As I approached the table, George got up and winked at me. I was a little confused until I saw Jerry smiling. "I told him you were staying the night." Oh, my gosh, just what I needed, George thinking something was going on between Jerry and me. When we were kids, about 11 or 12, George and I fooled around a little. Just mutual masturbation, but still he knew that I did that. We finished our burgers, and Sarah said she wanted to go home. It was about 8:30 and I could tell she was getting tired as she yawned and yawned. I looked at Jerry and again he had this vicious grin on his face. As we headed for his house, Sarah was still talking a mile a minute. She was a cute little girl, 11 years old, going on 30 I thought at times. She was very aware of things and I could tell she had a slight crush on me. Even Jerry said she constantly talked about me when he got home, and wanted to know when I was coming over again. That's what made tonight a little bit complicated. We got to Jer's house about 9 o'clock still too early for any of us to go to bed. Jerry kept trying to get Sarah to let us have some "guy" time together, with no success until about 10 o'clock. I told Sarah that her dad said she should be in bed by then and in a huff she headed to her room. "Finally alone!" Jerry said with a bit of anger to his tone. "Can we go up to my room and talk, Bob?" "Sure Jerry, but let's have a snack, I'm hungry again," I told him with a bit of a laugh. We went into the kitchen got a pop and some cookies and sat there talking. "Bob, Cher doesn't like me does she?" "Oh, Jer she just doesn't like all the time I spend with the play, but thinks that you are to blame rather than the show itself." Suddenly I saw some sadness in his face. I raised his chin. "What's on your mind Jer?"\ "You know, Bob, I wish it was just you and me spending time together without the play. Are we going to be able to spend as much time after it's over?" "Of course we will Jer. I mean we are still bro's, even after the play is completed." "That's not what I mean, Bob. I mean are we going to be able to spend the time together like we have every night we come home? Suddenly, I was aware that it just wasn't Sarah that had a crush on me, but Jerry as well. If I had to be honest with myself, I too would miss the amount of time we were together. "Jerry, let's go upstairs and finish this talk, because I think it's going to take some time to answer that question." I saw fear in him at that moment. I should have realized that what Cher had said at the diner might have a bit of truth to it. Honestly, I would miss my time with Jerry, maybe more that I would admit to myself. I guess I sort of had a crush on him as well, which scared the ever living daylights out of me. We headed up to his room and we did our evening toilet together. I don't know why I did it, but as he was brushing his teeth I decided to take a piss. Standing next to him I unzipped, whipped it out and began to pee. I tried not to look at Jerry, but I could see him staring at my dick with his mouth wide opened in what looked like amazement. I heard a whoosh from him. "It's as big as I hoped, but your dick looks different," he said. "I wish I was that big!" "Jerry you will grow believe me bro," as I suddenly realized why he asked me about looking different. "Why don't we finish and head to your room. Does your door have a lock on it?" Sure does!" he said with a grin on his face, not even wondering why I asked. I had simply meant to allow us to talk privately without the possibility of Sarah barging in on us. Thinking about it later, I don't think he took it that way at all, and was hopeful for more. Jerry locked the door and we sat on his bed. It was a typical teen room, with the exception of the posters of the musical Oliver that he had found after the play started. As we sat there I just was amazed that this boy, and I mean boy not teen, seemed so comfortable with me. "Okay, Jerry about earlier in the den," I started. "Just why did you feel me up?" "Bob, I don't know it just happened and when I felt you, I got all excited and my dick started to get hard again." I laughed I wondered if I had hurt his feeling, but he went on. "Since you told me that you could see my boner from under the stage I have wondered why yours looked like, like to compare since you'd seen mine." "Jerry, I knew you were curious and I wasn't mad, but you sort of rubbed me and I started losing control, man, and almost shot my load." Again he looked at me with that look of confusion. "Alright let's start at the beginning. What questions do you have?" He started looking at his feet as he was deciding what he wanted to say. "I told you that I've been getting boners all the time since school started. I can be sitting in my desk and suddenly, POP, I get hard. Then just walking down the hallways I pop another boner and I don't know why." I smiled at him and put my arm around him. "Jerry, as I said that is perfectly normal for guys our age. We all get them at the worst possible moment. Hell, I got one just before I had to go to the board in Algebra. You once asked me how I hid them, but that time I really tried to push it up so it wasn't so obvious. But, I can tell you one thing. The guys weren't fooled and knew I was hard, but I don't think the girls did, thankfully," I grinned at him. He laughed. "That had to be embarrassing." "It was, Jer, but I lived through it and you will too, trust me. But back to why you get them. I assume you know that there isn't a bone in your dick," I said to break some of the tension I felt he was having. He laughed. "Yea, Bob, I know. There isn't a bone in it, it is blood, and I know that. But why does it start filling up for no reason?" "There is a reason, Jer. You're starting puberty for sure. You know what puberty is, right?" He nodded his head, but I could see he was asking more. I was getting hard just explaining this to him and he sure noticed He then did something that threw me for a loop. He started getting close to me and put his hand on my crotch. He squeezed and I sighed. I didn't try to take his hand off. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I felt the hardness there and we both looked into each other's eyes. "See Bob, we're not much different." He began to rub back and forth and that is when I grabbed his wrist to stop him and pulled it off of my dick. Funny thing is that I didn't take my hand off of his. "Can I see it bob?" he asked in a very innocent voice. I knew this time would come so I just nodded my head. "Are you sure Jerry? I know you curious (how many times am I going to try to convince myself). I mean once we do this we can't go back." I lay back, unzipped my zipper and brought my butt up off the bed as I started to pull my pants over my hips. Jerry had this big smile as he reached over and started to help me pull them off my legs. There I was in my tight white briefs as my hard cock pushed against them making a bulge for him to ogle and ogle he did. His mouth was wide open and his tongue was actually hanging over one side. I know I looked big to him, but I was pretty average for a 16 year old. My dick was only about 6 ¼" long but I will admit it was thicker than any I'd seen on my friends. However, since I had seen his erection in his underwear I know why he thought I was big. I just lay back resting on my elbows as he pulled my pants over my feet. He never took his eyes off my penis, not once, as he sat back down. "So Jerry, satisfied?" He started to reach toward my crotch and I stopped his hand. "If you want to touch, then maybe you should take off your pants so we are at least equally dressed," I smiled at him. Man he was quick as his pants were off before I finished my sentence. I started having some weird feelings just then. I was excited. My heart was pounding. My dick was throbbing and my mind was totally confused. Cher and I had been fooling around for about 2 years and just in the past few months it had progressed to some sexual play. She had finally asked me to see my penis one night at her house. I was hesitant because her dad was upstairs. Of course I was 16 and the little head was doing all my thinking. She grabbed my hand and walked me back into the laundry room. She put her hand on my zipper and started to pull it down. My cock was throbbing at the thought of her touching it. She feebly tried to get my dick out of my pants until I grabbed her hand and unbuttoned my jeans, opened them, and pulled my dick out. She gasped at the site of it. That to me was a great boost to my ego, for sure. She wrapped her hand around it and explored it. I was pre-cumming like a sieve and as she felt it she quickly removed her hand. "Is that sperm?" she asked. I knew this was her first time, but it wasn't mine. I had two other girls jack me off and her question seemed funny to me and I laughed. She gave me the meanest look she could and began to leave the room, me with my dick hanging out as she walked away. I explained to her that I wasn't laughing at her, just the situation. She walked back and grabbed me again. She started moving her hand up and down the shaft. I'm sorry, but girls just don't know how to handle a penis, at least the first time. I had to guide her and with some practice she got better. She did get me off, but it was not that pleasant for me, and since then, it hasn't gotten any more enjoyable with her. But I digress. Where was I? Oh, yes weird feelings. At that moment with Jerry I felt sexier and more content with him than I have ever felt with Cher, or with any girl to that point. Here I was with my dick throbbing and pressing against my briefs looking at Jerry's doing the same. The size difference was noticeable, but I didn't even care. I liked this boy, as a brother for sure, but I also felt more toward him emotionally than even with Cher. I took a deep breath. I said to him what I believe was the most cliché question between the sexes. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" He didn't have to think about it as he took off his briefs using lightening speed. His dick popped out and stood straight into the air. He looked at me as if to say `you next.' I lifted my butt again and removed my briefs. My cock slapped up onto my belly and bounced a few times. I was oozing more pre-cum than I believe I ever had. I looked over to Jerry and his eyes were glued on me. His dick was so cute. I would say it was about 3" long and very very thin. I realized at that moment that I was right about his stage of development. He hadn't started puberty yet but I could see some signs of its beginning. He had peach fuzz just over the base of his penis and although it was small, it wasn't a child's, but a tweens. He started to reach for me, then stopped. "Can I touch it, bro?" Instead of telling him he could, I just reached for his hand and brought it around my dick. I thought that he'd faint when he realized he had it in his hand. I started to move it up and down the shaft, showing him how to handle it. "That's jacking off, Jer. Every boy in the world eventually learns how to do it and make themselves feel good. After you learn, you never stop, trust me. I do it at least twice a day, sometimes more." I realized this really wasn't teaching him how to do it to himself, so I stopped him. He gave me an incredulous look, that is, until I took his dick in my fingers. He was too small for me to use my hand, but I used my thumb and first two fingers. As I worked on the underside of the head of his dick, I saw his eyes roll back. He was experiencing what every boy does that first time; confusion, tension, elation and finally, the tingles. Jerry tried to keep hold of my dick, but I pulled his hand off of it. I wanted to concentrate on giving him his first orgasm without worrying about any reciprocation at the moment. I slid down off the bed, spread his legs and got between them. My fingers never left his hot flesh as I was working it up and down very slowly. I'd forgotten my first time to orgasm, I guess, because I couldn't help but laugh when he asked me to stop because he had to pee. I didn't and he kept telling me until I just said he wasn't going to pee, but have one of the most pleasurable feelings he has ever had. Then it happened! I felt his penis swell even more. I knew he was close and I sped up, rolling his balls, now, in my other hand. He was writhing with pleasure as he was moaning, nearly yelling. I actually felt his balls rise, as small as they were and I felt very proud for him. He was having his first orgasm by my hand. I don't know why that made me giddy, but it did. He suddenly grabbed my hand and told me to stop, that he was too sensitive. Oh, how we all know that feeling, as well. He was just lying there with this priceless look on his face. I don't know why I did what I did next. From my kneeling position at the edge of his bed, I started to climb up until I was on top of him. I looked into his eyes and I saw contentment, amazement, and maybe even shock from what he just experienced. I leaned down, my lips met his and I kissed him. He didn't stop me at all, instead he opened his lips and pressed his tongue against mine. I instinctively opened my mouth as well, and before either of us knew it, we were French kissing. Our tongues were battling, saliva was being exchanged and I we were thrusting into each other. It was inevitable what would happen at that point. I was out of control, humping into this sweet young virgin boy. I could feel that I was about to cum, thought of jumping up, but incapable of actually doing it. I exploded all over us, my sperm shooting up high onto our chests. His arms wrapped around me trying to pull me in closer as we continued to kiss, well make out would have been a better phrase. The euphoria that we both were feeling soon dissipated. We just lay there in each other's arms. Neither of us wanted to break this moment, but I knew we had to talk about what had just happened. I had crossed a line, in my mind that is. As I said in the beginning of this tale, I knew I was `queer' but had dated Cher and other girls to prove to other's I was straight as an arrow. As I held Jerry in my arms I could no longer hide it. The problem I had, was knowing if Jerry felt the same, or this was just his initiation into years of pleasure. "Was that sperm, Bob?" "Yes, Jer, it was. Won't be too long, before you'll be able to do that. We do have to talk, though Jerry. I'm not too sure that we should have done that, at least that way. I should have just shown you how to jack off, rather than do it to you." "No, Bob, you did what we both wanted. I needed to know how to do it and you had to show me, as my big brother, how to masturbate. Do you feel guilty, is that it?" "You're a smart boy, Jerry, that is exactly how I feel right now. Well, that isn't entirely true. Jerry, for many years I have felt different from other guys. You know I date Cher, but, honestly, I think that is to hide who I really am. I've always been attracted to boys, way more than girls." "I know, Bob. I've known you've been attracted to me for months, now. Truth be it, I was hoping for what happened tonight long ago. I'd seen you hard in the car as we were talking and wanted to just reach over and grab you and play with your dick." "Really? You don't know how hard it was not to do the same with you, Jer. Every time I saw you up on that balcony, looking up that nightshirt, I got hard in a mille-second. Jerry, it's wrong, but I have feelings for you, deep feelings." With that he moved closer to me, kissed me and cuddled onto my chest. I held him, feeling so content and happy. I never felt this with Cher, or for that fact, anyone else. For the next 10 minutes we made out. Our bodies reacting like any adolescent would with that much body contact, we both got hard again. Jerry started twirling my penis with his finger, making me ooze precum. He took his finger to his mouth and licked it, tasting me. The smile on his face told me he liked what he tasted. "Do you love me, Bob, I mean really love me?" I didn't answer right away. He seemed to tense up and appeared to be upset. I took my finger and put it under his chin, raised it up and made him look me directly in the eyes. "Yes, Jerry, I do love you, and not like a little brother. I love you in a romantic way, and I'm not sure that's a good thing because of the differences in our age." "Bullshit!" he yelled. "You're 13 months older than me, that's all. There are seniors dating freshman, and that's like 2 or maybe even 4 years older. If I were a girl would you feel the same way?" I really had to think about that. In reality I would have to admit that it wouldn't be a problem. Why should it between us. But then, we're just teens. Can we really be in love? I know that they are saying this is the age of free love, but do they mean that between two of the same sex? Then Jerry did something for which I was not prepared. He broke into song. He started singing "Where Is Love" from the play. I sat there mesmerized and for the first time really listened to the words. Tears were falling from both our eyes as we never broke from gazing into them. When he finished we fell into each other's arms. "Is your sweet hello really only meant for me, Bob? Am I beside the one that I can mean something to? When I look into your face, am I the one that means something to you?" I started to say something, but he put his fingers to my lips to keep me quiet. "Bob, every time I sang that song, especially after I knew you were watching me from below, I was singing it, not to the audience, but to you. I want you to be that special someone to me." For the first time in my life I had a purpose. Yes, we were damn young, but that shouldn't preclude us from truly falling in love. Our love, if this truly was the case, would not be accepted by anyone. In a year and a half, I would be going to college and he would still be here. I was trying to talk myself out of what appeared to be, the beginnings of a relationship. "How can this work, Jerry? You know we really can't tell anyone, especially our parents. How can we be together as much as we want and not draw attention to ourselves?" I looked into his eyes, again and something just snapped, as I said, "Fuck it! We'll make this happen." Remembering back to those days brings a smile to my face every time. I wish I could say it all worked out, but sadly, it didn't. We were together as much as we could until I went to college, but the separation was too much for us. Jerry, although an accomplished thespian, was not the best student. He didn't go to college, instead he was drafted into the army. This was the height of the Viet Nam War, and although I wished it had turned out differently, he was killed during the Tet Offensive. I miss my little man. We had a great 2 years and, if circumstances had been different, might have been together to this day. I loved Jerry, and he loved me and we will always have that. SPECIAL NOTE: I thank all the readers who have been kind enough to send me an email about this story. Comments are always appreciated. Some have asked me about other stories I have written and I am concurrently writing 2 Series. Ricky's Conundrum, found on the Adult-Youth section. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/rickys-conundrum/ Steve and Me found on the Adult-Youth section. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/steve-and-me/ In the early 2000's I also submitted stories to Nifty. If you would like, feel free to check them out. Unfortunately I never got to bring them to conclusion, but they might be an interesting read. They were written under a different email, so if you do have comments, please send them to the email listed at the beginning of this chapter. ** Mentoring Brandon https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/mentoring-brandon/ ** Summer Escapades https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/summer-escapades/