Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2021 14:45:07 -0600 From: Thomas Abbott Subject: You're Hired (chapter 3) DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex between boys. If that offends you, stop reading. If it's illegal where you live, stop reading. This story is part 2 of a story based very loosely on my life. Some of the events are based on real life but the story as a whole is made up. If you can't differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help. Please remember that this story is FICTION. If you enjoy this or any story on this site, please consider supporting this website. http://donate.nifty.org I welcome your feedback. John and I became friends. Not as close as Scott and I, but good friends, and there is more to follow but I wanted to take this chance to say more about John. The following is his story. He revealed it to me over the course of several years. Small conversations pieced together over time. I can't guarantee that it's completely accurate as far as time goes, so John, if you are reading this and I have something wrong, let me know. 3. John's story John's story, as far as this goes, started a year and some before I met him in the bathroom in middle school. John and his family were living in the Detroit area, but he had an aunt and uncle who lived near Atlanta, and they had invited the family down to spend Christmas. They drove down because plane tickets for a family of five, plus presents, was too much for John's dad to stomach. John told me it was a long drive stuck in the backseat with nothing much to do. When they got to the Atlanta area, John's parents had gotten a hotel room for the nights they were going to be there, but there were two queen sized beds and a roll-out. His parents of course took one of the beds, which left the roll-out and the queen sized bed for John, sister who was 14, and his little brother who was 4, soon to be 5. His brother still sometimes had trouble wetting the bed at night, so neither he nor his sister wanted to share a bed with him, and his sister was adamant that she wouldn't share a bed with John. I don't know why and John didn't elaborate. Maybe it was her being 14, or maybe something had been said or done during the drive, but either way she refused. Fortunately, John's aunt and uncle had a son near John's age (he was, based on John's telling, 15 or 16 years old at the time) and he offered to let John stay with him. He and John got along well, despite the age difference, John being 12 at the time. John put his stuff in his cousin Paul's room, and both families enjoyed dinner before the rest of John's family left for the hotel. John and Paul played Space Invaders on Paul's Atari 2600 until Paul's parents told them it was time for bed. Paul was an athletic guy, playing on the football and basketball teams at his high school, and running track and field in the spring. The walls of his bedroom included pictures of different athletes and sports teams that John, who was not as much into sports, didn't recognize,.but did notice that several were quite attractive. When they got into Paul's room, John started getting into his pajamas but Paul simply stripped down to a pair of briefs. Paul's body was well defined and John had trouble keeping from looking at his chest, legs, and especially Paul's underwear. Paul must have noticed because he asked, "will it bother you if I sleep like this? I've just gotten used to it because it gets so hot down here." "N-no," John stuttered blushing. "I'm used to pajamas." "Ok, well if it bothers you, just let me know, `kay?" John nodded and finished dressing, trying hard to hide his hard cock. They got into bed together and Paul shut off the light, turning over. John laid there for what felt like hours, trying to sleep but unable to. It felt like heat was radiating off Paul's body and it only made John more aware of the mostly naked boy next to him. "Can't sleep?" Paul asked quietly. "Yeah. Sorry, am I keeping you awake?" "Nah," Paul answered, turning onto his back. "I usually jerk it before I sleep, so maybe that's the problem." Paul didn't say anything. He didn't really know what "jerk it' meant and was afraid to show his ignorance. He had heard some guys talking about it at school and he knew it had something to do with sex but wasn't sure what. Did that mean Paul had sex before bed? That didn't make sense to John. Paul hadn't said anything about a girlfriend plus how would he see her every night without his parents knowing? "I can go take care of it in the bathroom if it bothers you," Paul added when John didn't say anything. "No!" John hurriedly said. "No that's ok, I don't mind." "You can too," Paul said. "if you want. I don't mind. My friends and I sometimes do it together when we stay over together." This confused John even more. Paul and his friends had sex? John knew of course that he liked boys, not girls, and he knew that some boys kisseed and had sex together but he didn't understand how. John's school didn't give sex education classes until later that school year, so all he knew was what he had heard from friends. John watched in the dim light of the room as Paul lifted his hips under the blankets, then seemed to be pushing something down towards the end of the bed. He half sat up, then John saw that Paul had his briefs in his hand, which he tossed on the floor next to the bed. John was suddenly aware that Paul was laying next to him naked, and he wasn't sure how to react. He had seen other boys nude in the locker room at school of course, but that was different than laying next to one. Paul pushed the sheet and blanket down to reveal his hard cock. Now John could see Paul's upper body and cock, and he felt his own hard cock painfully trapped in his underwear. Paul had his hand wrapped around his cock. John was fascinated to see Paul's pubic hair and how large his dick was. John had just begun to grow hair around the base of his dick but the hair was different than Paul's. Plus Paul's cock was thicker and longer. The skin was lighter and John wondered if it was because Paul's mom had much lighter skin than Paul's dad, or his own mother and father. John watched in awe as Paul began to slowly stroke his cock. He saw a bead of liquid on the tip and wondered if Paul was starting to pee. Paul stopped and turned slightly towards John. "Are you sure you don't want me to go do this in the bathroom?" "No," John said, his mouth suddenly gone dry. "Um... Do you mind if I just watch for right now?" Paul lay there for a few seconds. "Have you ever jerked off before?" John could feel his face flushing red and he was glad that there wasn't much light in the bedroom. Should he admit it? His cock was hard and painfully caught in his underwear but he didn't want Paul to see that he had a boner, so he didn't want to adjust himself. John really liked Paul and was afraid that he wouldn't want to play with him if he knew that he was what kids called a fag. "It's ok if you haven't," Paul said. "I started when I was about your age, so I just figured..." Paul paused quietly like he was thinking. Finally he said, "I can show you if you want." Then quickly as if to assure John it was ok he added, "Listen, I'm not a fag or anything and it's not gay or anything. OK?" This was probably the worst thing to say to John because to John it meant that Paul would reject him if he knew the he was a "fag", but he also wanted to know what "jerking off" was and how to do it. John laid there, scared of saying anything. The only good thing about it was that his boner started to go down, so it wasn't as painful. "I mean, a friend showed me how to do it," Paul said helpfully. "I guess a lot of boys figure it out by themselves, but... Well, if you want. If you don't, I'll just go use the bathroom." Paul started to get up. "No, wait. Please," John said. "I... I would like to know... I'm just... Well, I'm nervous, I guess." Paul laid back down and turned to face John. Now Paul's whole body was exposed, and John could see everything. John was surprised at how hot his cousin looked. It had been several years since they had seen each other in person, and Paul had obviously developed quite a bit. It made John feel slightly embarrassed that his body was so skinny and underdeveloped in comparison but it also confirmed that he wanted to have sex with other boys. Paul reached out his hand and turned John's face toward him. "There's nothing to be nervous about. I'll show you what I do. If you want to stop, just say something. OK?" John nodded his head. "OK. First thing, you should probably take off your pajamas," Paul said. "That is, if you are ok with that." Nervously, John unbuttoned his pajama top, took it off, and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. He could see that Paul's chest, which was much more muscular, was also a much lighter brown. Paul was watching intently and John wondered what he was thinking. He lifted his hips and pushed his briefs and pajama bottoms down over his feet and kicked them off the end of the bed. John looked up and he saw that Paul was looking intently at John's soft cock. John had the urge to cover himself but fought it down. His cock was beginning to harden again. Laying so that his head was propped up on his hand, Paul took hold of his cock. "Ok, so watch what I do and you try it." John watched intently. Paul started slowly stroking his cock up and down. John took his own stiffening cock and tried the same motions. John knew that rubbing his cock on soft things, like his blanket or stuffed toys, made his cock feel good and the sensation from this was similar. "Um, I'm not sure it's quite right," Paul said. "Do you mind if I..?" John wasn't sure. He had never had another boy touch his cock. At least not that he could remember. But he also knew that he wanted Paul to touch him. He felt it as strongly as he had ever felt when seeing a crush and knowing he wanted to kiss that crush. John just nodded. Paul reached out with the hand that he had been using to stroke his own cock and took hold of John's hard member. A tingle like electricity shot through John's cock and he made an effort not to moan. Paul began to lightly stroke his cock, his touch much lighter than John's had been. Almost instinctively, John turned his body towards Paul and now when Paul was stroking, he could feel the tip of his cock rubbing gently against Paul's body. "Scoot a little closer," Paul whispered. John moved closer. Now he felt the tip of Paul's cock just brushing his stomach. Paul took both cocks together in his hand and began to stroke them together. "Yeah... That's it," Paul said softly. John could feel the heat of Paul's body. Paul entwined his legs in John's. The sensation from Paul's hand was like nothing he had ever felt. Even rubbing his cock against the softest cloth or stuffed animal was nothing like this. Paul's breath was coming faster, and his strokes were speeding up as well. John soon felt his own breath speeding up, the pleasure intensifying. "Oh fuck," Paul whispered, "I'm so close! Are you close? Do you feel like you are going to cum? Have you ever cum before?" John wasn't sure what Paul meant but he could feel the pleasure intensifying. He wasn't sure what was happening. He had never felt such pleasure. Paul was rocking his hips in time with his strokes. John didn't know if he should or not. He was just about to when he felt a warm liquid spreading across the base of his cock. Paul was moaning but continuing to stroke John's cock. He had his face pressed into the side of John's neck, his hot breath on his skin. Then John felt a slight but sharp pain deep behind his cock, as if something broke or tore, then he was seeing stars and pleasure centered on his cock was radiating out through his body. He was vaguely aware that his cock was pulsing, but it didn't feel like he was pissing. Paul stopped stroking him and pulled him against him. He pressed his lips to John's lips and John realized that this was his first kiss; he relished the feeling. He ground his lips into Paul's. He felt Paul's tongue on his lips and he opened them slightly, allowing the tongue access to his mouth. Then he pushed his tongue into Paul's mouth, matching as much as possible, what Paul was doing. After a few seconds or minutes or maybe even hours, Paul leaned back, his breathing hard like he had just run a race. He pulled John against his body, his head on Paul's chest. John could hear Paul's heart beating in his ear. Paul was lightly rubbing John's back. "Wow!" Paul said quietly. John, his head still against Paul's chest, couldn't think of anything to say. He was smelling Paul's sweat and feeling like something momentous had happened. He had sex with another boy! After Paul's pulse slowed and he stopped breathing as hard, he turned towards John. "Sorry," he said. "I..uh..didn't mean for that to happen." "I don't mind," John said. "Uh.. except... What was that?" Paul gave a soft laugh. "I guess you haven't had sex ed yet." John just shook his head. Paul just shook his head. "Well, I supposed we should clean this up," Paul said. He turned towards the side of the bed. "Turning on the light," he said, then switched on the bedside lamp. John could now see that both of their pubic areas were covered in patches of white liquid. Paul took his fingers and scooped up a little from his pubic hair and licked his fingers. Then he reached over and scooped some off of John's body and licked it up as well. He looked at John and winked, then turning, he pulled a washcloth out from his bedside table. "Cum rag," he explained. "You should get one." He began wiping the rest of the liquid off both of their bodies. When he was satisfied, he tossed it on the floor, turned off the light again, and turned towards John again. He moved up against him and directed him to turn so that John's back was to Paul's front. Then Paul wrapped his arms around John, pulling him against him. "This is called spooning," Paul whispered into John's ear. John snuggled closer into Paul's arms, enjoying the feeling of Paul's skin against his, and drifted off to sleep.