Morning came and I was still feeling emotionally drained over the events of the past few weeks so I did what I always did to forget my troubles, I sat in my room with a Stephen King book. Stephen King has always and will always be number one in my mind. Reading has been an escape of mine for as long as I can remember and being scared and confused I used the horror stories to take my mind off of my troubles. Hell, after reading what twisted
thing Mr. King had in store for the characters in the book, my life was a dream. When I came back to the real world I got dressed and went into the kitchen for a bite to eat. "I thought you died - about time you got up," she said looking up from the
dishes as I entered the kitchen. "I'm up - just reading" I answered.
"You missed Jeff, he just called." She informed me as I sat down to a bowl of cereal.
"Huh?? When??" I asked. "Well I guess about ten minutes ago," she said as she dried her hands.
"He is going to the drag races on Saturday and he wanted you to tag along"
"What did you tell him?!?!?"
She frowned. "You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you so I let him know that you had plans at the pool and couldn't make it."
"MOM!!!!" I cried. "Why'd you say that???"
She was grinning ear to ear and I knew she had me hook line and sinker.
"OK, I told him it was up to you. He said he'd be home all morning and for yo.." she started to say.
I didn't let her finish. I was up like a light and on the phone calling Jeff to let him know I wanted to go to the races with him.
The phone rang three or four times and I was worried that he had gone somewhere before I had a chance to accept his offer.
"Hello?" He answered
"Hi Jeff, it's Mike." I said
"About time you got out of bed," he told me. "Is that all you do? Sleep?" I sighed, "Not you too? I was really tired and needed some sleep."
"Did you talk to you mother?" He asked.
"Sure did!! What time? When are you picking me up? Who's going?"
"Slow down Mike."
"Sorry Jeff," I apologized. "I'm just excited over going to the races - never been to them live."
"No problem," he answered. "I'll get you around ten and we can make a day of it. Is your mom still home?"
"Yea, you want to talk to her?" I asked.
"Please."
"Mom! Jeff wants to talk to you!" I yelled.
She came into the kitchen, picked up the phone and talked to Jeff for a few minutes then hung up the phone.
"Sit down young man." She said pointing to the table.
"What?? I didn't do anything!" I answered.
"Did I say you were in trouble?" She stated. I shook my head "no" and sat at the table.
"Jeff wants you to go to the races and I think it's a good idea. But," she continues, "he also wants you to spend the night."
Wow!! A whole weekend with Jeff now I really couldn't wait for Saturday.
She told me. "Jeff is a good friend - it's very nice of him to take you. I want you on your best behavior - no goofing around. Understand?"
"I understand."
"I don't want to lose a friend because you acted like a jackass. I want you to promise you will act like an adult and do everything he tells you. OK?"
"Mom, I promise. I'll be good." I replied.
She looked at me for a minute and said, "I'll trust you - now how about cleaning that pigsty of a room??"
"OK."
I got up put the dishes in the sink and went back to my room. Looking around I didn't know where to start, the room was like all teenagers' rooms - full of trash and clothes everywhere. I set my mint to the task at hand and thought about the upcoming weekend. I finished and took a shower to clean off the sweat.
Saturday finally came and Jeff picked me up in the late morning. I hugged my mom goodbye and promised to be good. We made it to the track early enough to not only see the time trials of the racers for that evening but to get a seat on the bleachers in a top corner with a perfect view of the starting line. I took the very corner seat and Jeff placed the cooler with the essentials (beer for him and coke for me) between us. A few cars were lined up for practice runs and we watched in silence just enjoying the day.
Jeff caught me looking at him.
"What's on your mind," he asked.
Choosing my words carefully, and not wanting to screw up our new found friendship I said, "I was thinking and - I, well - never mind."
He looked me in the eyes and reached over and messed up my hair (to this day that gesture means love and caring) "Mike, no, not never mind- if
something is on your mind say it. I won't be upset with you."
"It's not that important." I lied.
"Take your time - I'll listen if you need to talk - trust me, OK."
He had told me to trust him, and he had not told my mother what we talked about or made fun of me. He had told me to trust him so I took a chance.
"Sorry Jeff, I'm just a little scared and feel alone sometimes - it's just that I don't know what to do or how to feel. I think just having someone
to talk to helps some - Thanks for the other day I was afraid that you would hate me or - I don't know - just thanks."
Jeff placed his hand on my knee, "Don't worry about it. I want you to know that if you feel alone or unsure of anything, anything at all, ask me OK?"
"I will." I told him.
"I'm not going to judge you. Take a chance, everyone is not against you."
We sat quietly and watched a few time trials making potato chip bets on the outcome of the races. Feeling a little better and wanting to test the waters a bit I went for broke.
"Jeff when you were my age did you - I mean - did you play with yourself."
He smiled, "Sure did - still do when the mood hits me. Mike, everyone does it at one time or another. That's nothing to be embarrassed about - it's just not a topic that is talked about."
I asked, "What do you think about when you do it?"
Jeff said. "that's a very personal thing -that information is not shared very often."
Jeff must have thought he upset me by his comment because he continued. "Just as you are having trouble admitting that you like boys - that's how I feel about sharing my fantasies."
"Sorry, I didn't want to put you on the spot like that. I was just wondering that's all."
"No problem, just remember that what a person does behind closed doors is not anyone's business - as long as no one is getting hurt."
I was feeling OK about Jeff and what we were talking about. He was not making fun of me - he seemed only to care about me as a person, not gay or straight. I really wanted to share something personal with him to show that I trusted him so I did what he could not do, I told him that I had masturbated thinking about him after our talk.
Jeff was looking at me strangely and I was thinking that I might have gone to far and hurt our relationship.
"Mike, that must have been hard for you to admit - I really don't know what to say about that," he said.
We had to end the conversation at this time because the stands were filling up with people so we changed our discussion topic to more normal things. The races went on into the evening and by the time they were over Jeff was sitting beside me and giving me friendly hugs. I never felt so loved and protected in my life as I felt that evening. When the races ended we got into his car and headed to his house.
During the ride I asked, "Jeff have you ever had sex with another guy?"
Without taking his eyes off the road he said quietly, "Yes a few times. I just want you to know that if two persons loved and respected each other
that it was OK."
"I know about sexual stuff with girls - we learned that in health class," I continued, "and I know about oral sex and jerking off ."
"What are you getting at, Mike?"
"What do guys do together - how do they make love to each other?"
Jeff told me about oral sex, mutual masturbation, mutual oral sex, and anal sex. His explanations were direct and to the point but in my mind a little to clinical in nature. I thanked him for being honest and not talking down to me or dodging the questions.
"Just ask if you have a question," He answered. "If I don't know an answer I'll tell you and try to find the answer for you."
By this time we made it to his house and went inside for the night. Jeff fixed up the extra bed in the den and came back into the living room to join me. I was a little bold due to the sexual talk in the car and feeling comfortable with Jeff so I took a big chance.
"Would you show me how to make love to a man?" I quietly asked.
"What?!?!?"
"I know I'm gay - I just want to learn how"
He just looked at me quietly not speaking.
I went on. "I want to learn about my body and sex - please??" I was pleading and hoping that I was not asking too much of him, I just wanted to learn and I really wanted to please Jeff.
Jeff broke his silence and said, "Go take a shower- think about what you're suggesting," he sighed. "If you still want this I'll be in my room. We'll talk about it then."
We both went to separate bathrooms to shower and get ready for bed. In the shower just as Jeff asked me, I thought it over. No use, I had feelings for him and was getting an erection just by thinking about it. I dried off put on my pj bottoms and went to his room.
Jeff was sitting on the bed wearing his bathrobe when I walked in. He pointed to the corner of the bed indicating that he wanted me to sit down.
"Mike, are you really sure - do you know what you are asking?" He asked.
"I want to learn - please, show me," I pleaded.
He repeated. "Do you know what you are asking?"
I answered, "Yes I do."
Jeff sighed and walked up to me and gave me a big hug. He was stroking my back with his fingertips and all I could do was hug him back. His arms
were so strong and warm.
"Get undressed," he said while removing his robe.
"OK."
I was a little ashamed of my body because I just started to get pubic hair and in my opinion my penis looked small to me.
Jeff said, "You're beautiful."
I think I blushed at that comment. Jeff took off his robe exposing his body to me. He was semi-erect (I was hard as a rock by then) and had a thick penis that was about 6 +" long, and he wasn't fully erect yet. To me his penis looked like a monster. We got into bed and Jeff pulled me close to him and started feeling my body and kissing my face and lips.
"Oh Mike!" He groaned, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
I just looked into his eyes and sighed. Wow, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I was in heaven, my body was tingling and my heart was going at a break neck pace. He reached down and started playing with my penis.
"Do me like I'm doing to you," he panted.
I reached down and held him in my hand for a few seconds before starting to stroke him like he was doing me. Jeff slid down and started kissing my stomach, balls and penis. All I could do was moan with pleasure as he did to me what I so wanted to do to Buddy for so long. When he took my penis into my mouth I could not hold back and I guess with the inexperience of youth came very quickly. Jeff swallowed what I gave him and moved back up to my face and hugged me.
"Oh man! God thanks Jeff, that was wonderful!" I said. I was still breathing hard but felt warm and good all over. "Can I do that to you?"
"Anything you want to do just do it - don't ask," he said. "Making love is a process of trial and error - just remember - if it felt good to you it will feel good to your partner."
I then went to Jeff's crotch and proceeded to do the same things to him that he did to me. The feel of his penis in my mouth was wonderful, not so much the fit or taste but the knowledge that I was bringing pleasure to him. My first blowjob must have been OK because after a few minutes he came in my mouth.
"OH GOD MIKE!!!" was all he could say as he flooded my mouth with his seed.
To my shame it caught me off guard and I gagged on it but managed to swallow my first load. I was worried that I had done it all wrong and by gagging might have upset my new lover and friend.
"I'm sorry - just more than I expected," I said quietly. "Sorry I gagged - I want to please you."
Jeff gave me a big hug and was stroking my bare back. "You were fantastic - don't worry about gagging - you'll get used to it. You made me feel wonderful."
Cool! I had pleased him, he was the greatest. I was feeling like a million bucks - I had a true friend and lover beside me. Nobody, nobody, had ever made me feel so loved and safe, I was hoping that this moment could go on forever. I drifted off to sleep in his arms that night feeling more at peace than I ever had. In the morning awoke to find Jeff staring at me. I yawned and smiled back at him.
"You OK with what we did?" He asked me.
"Of course - I did OK? Didn't I?" I answered worried that I might have done something wrong. I know that was a baseless worry now but I so wanted to please the one person who had shown me love and compassion that I was becoming insecure about my actions.
"You were great - you're not ashamed or embarrassed about it are you?"
"No," I answered. "I want to try it again - can I?"
"You horny little bastard," Jeff laughed, while removing the covers and exposing his body to me.
This time I took my time and really looked at a penis for the first time. I was hard yet yielding at the same time. I started playing with his nuts with one hand while stroking him with the other hand. They were heavy and warm - larger than mine. It felt strange holding them in my hand not like holding mine - I don't know how to say it - it was the same but different.
When I got up the courage I started licking then sucking on his penis. I tried to take him inside my mouth all the way like he did to me but he was
just too big. While I only had around 5 inches Jeff had about 7. Jeff was moving around in the bed and I then felt his mouth on my penis.
This was my first lesson in the art of sixty-nine and to say the least blew my mind. I can not remember any other time that I was receiving great
pleasure while giving pleasure at the same time.
Unfortunately this is not the movies and I once again came before Jeff but he kept playing with me while I finished him off. When it ended we laid back in each others arms.
"Was I OK?"
"Never had better," he replied smiling.
I laid there for a little while thinking about Jeff and what we had done,
I felt wonderful and relaxed.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Does what hurt?"
"You know - in - ah - when you get screwed in the butt?"
Jeff rolled onto his side, "It can if not done slowly - even then it still can hurt. Depends on the person - but yes it hurts some."
"Oh."
"Why are you asking," he asked.
"Just thinking - you want to do me?"
"Listen Mike, I won't do anything that you don't want. Do you want to do this?"
I really didn't want to yet but maybe someday I would. I was a little worried that Jeff wanted to do me and if I put him off we might not do anything together. I just laid there without saying anything, trying to figure out what to say at this point.
"What's on your mind," he asked.
"I, well I, um - Jeff I don't want to yet OK? I mean if you want to I'll do it for you."
He hugged me close and said, "I'm not forcing you to do anything - if you don't want to fine. Mike, I like you for you not for what we do in bed. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"If and when you are ready for this - you might never want to and that's OK - I would love to show you, but if not it is up to you."
"You hungry kid?" He asked.
"Always, you know that."
Jeff made breakfast for us and we sat and ate quietly all the while I was Replaying what happened in my mind. Jeff noticed my distant look and asked, "You OK?"
"Fine, just thinking." I was enjoying the new feelings my body was producing. "Can we do something next weekend?"
"Up to your mom, kid. She might not agree to you spending the night two weekends in a row - I'll ask her - OK?"
"Cool, can we do something like - you know like father and son.
We talked a bit and agreed to check out the local museum and just hang out together.
The week passed without event and my mom seemed pleased that I was out of my "funk". I remember going to the movies with her one evening and just being together, she just seemed happy that I was happy.
