Bill W

A Tragic Love

Chapter 1
An Angel Appears

I've heard many people say that when they went through a near death experience their life suddenly flashed before their eyes. Well, I guess that's what is happing now. I am only twenty-five years old, yet I'm confronting my own mortality, and my mind is hurriedly dredging up a continuous flow of scenes from my past. After a time it settled on one specific moment in time, and I found myself reliving the first day that I met David.

It was the first day of school. I was entering the seventh grade, scared to death about leaving the security of the elementary school that I had attended for the past several years, yet thrilled about the possibility of meeting new people from the other elementary schools that all merged into the Junior High. It wasn't that elementary school had been so great, I didn't have any friends there, but I knew what to expect and from whom. Now, here I was, not knowing what the future may hold.

I knew that my homeroom was in room 127 so I went straight there, found a seat in the far back corner of the room and sat down. I figured from here I could disappear behind the others, as they filled the room, but still be able to look everyone over to assess whom I might have to avoid or whom, if I was very lucky, I might want to know. Eventually the teacher, a slightly built man with very unruly gray hair, entered the room and began to speak.

"Class! I'm Mr. Carruthers and I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year. If you'll take your seats, I'll call the roll."

After everyone was in their seats, Mr. Carruthers began calling names.

"MacDonald, Judy?"

"Here."

"Mack, Adam?"

"Present."

"Major, Jason?"

"Yo."

At that response Mr. Carruthers looked up and gave a disgusted looked toward Jason. Then he droned on, calling the remainder of the names from the list. Then I heard my name called.

"Maynard, William?"

"Here," I responded meekly.

Now that my name had been called, I tuned out his reading of the remainder of the list and slowly began my timid perusal of the other students in the room. I recognized a couple of boys who had attended my old school but, so far, no one to fear or nobody who looked like they might be willing to be my friend. Then it happened! The door to the classroom opened and into the room stepped the cutest boy I had ever seen.

He was about 5'4" [1.62 m] tall, had a swimmer's build, black hair combed straight back and parted down the middle, dark brown eyes that you could just fall into, and a wonderful tan. He stopped and looked around the room, flashing that big, heart-melting grin he had and then he strode over to the teacher's desk. He said something to Mr. Carruthers, who then marked something in his book, and then waited until Mr. Carruthers signaled him to take a seat. There were a handful of seats available but he strode to the back of the room and took the seat next to mine. I nearly fainted.

I kept looking down at my desk, taking quick glances at him out of the corner of my eye, when he looked at me and introduced himself.

"Hi. I'm David Michaels."

I didn't dare look directly at him but I turned toward him, my eyes looking downward and replied, "Hi, my name's Billy…uh, Billy Maynard."

"Glad to meet you, Billy. I just moved here and I was hoping that maybe you could help me find my way around. My first class is shop, in room B-15, and I have no idea where that is."

My heart leapt to my throat. I have shop next in the same room. We were going to be in the same class together.

"Hello, Billy. Are you still with me here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about my schedule and what class I had next. I think we're in the same shop class."

"Great! Then I'll just follow you. What do you have after that?"

I looked at my schedule really quick and said, "Math. In room 220."

"Same here. Hey, let me see your schedule."

Hesitantly, I handed it to him and he examined it next to his.

"Hey, dude. We have exactly the same schedule, so I can just hang with you all day. That isn't a problem, is it?"

"Uh, problem? Uh, no, not for me."

"Awesome. This isn't as bad as I feared. First day, new school, and I meet a new friend in homeroom and he just happens to have the same schedule as me. I couldn't have asked for anything better."

New friend? Did he mean me? I mean, we hardly knew each other and he calls me his new friend. He must mean someone else but he said we had the same schedule, so he must mean me. I don't know if I'll be able to handle this. I can't let him know that I like boys or he won't want to be my friend. I've got to play this cool so he won't know, but my heart's pounding so hard that I'm sure he must be able to hear it. It's going to give me away. God!!! What am I going to do? He's so cute that I won't even dare to look at him or I'm going to pop a stiff one. Be cool, Billy, you can do it. Keep your cool. Don't blow it now.

Suddenly, the bell rang to end homeroom and signal us to go to our first period class.

"Hey, Bud, let's get moving. We don't want to be late."

I stood up, hoping he didn't notice the start of my erection sticking up in my pants, and I moved toward the classroom door.

The morning classes went by quickly and David took a seat next to mine in every class. Then he would start asking me questions, probing me about what I liked, about school, about the kids in it, and about almost anything else he could think of. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime.

"Hey, what do you do around here for lunch, Billy?"

"Well, we could, uh, eat in the, uh, cafeteria or we could, uh, go someplace downtown, I guess."

"What were you planning to do?"

I couldn't tell him that I brought a sandwich and a banana in a paper bag. That I was just going to buy a container of milk from the cafeteria and then go outside to eat it.

"I guess I was just going to go and sit outside. I don't usually eat lunch,"

Oh, God, what a lie. I was starving already and I knew that if I didn't eat lunch my stomach would be growling through all my afternoon classes.

"Why don't you come downtown with me then? I want to see what I have to choose from there because I hate school food."

"Yeah, O.K.," and I followed him out of the main lobby.

On the way, David resumed his probing into my life.

"Where do you live, Billy?"

"Out in the country, on a small farm." I didn't dare say too much because some of the kids in my elementary school used to make fun of me about this. They called me 'hick', 'manure boy', or other degrading names just because of where I lived.

"Sounds nice. I live on Camelot Drive. Do you know where that is?"

"Uh, yeah." That was the nicest street in this whole rotten town. All the doctors, lawyers, and even the principal of my elementary school lived on Camelot Drive. We didn't even drive in that part of town. Now, I really had to be careful what I told him. His dad must have a really important job."

"What's your dad do, Billy?"

Oh, no. Now what? "Uh, my dad left when I was real little and, uh, I haven't seen him since."

"Wow, that's too bad. How about your mom?"

"Uh, she just does a lot of different things." How could I tell him that she was a waitress in the diner at the truck stop? "How 'bout your parents?"

"My dad is the new plant manager at the factory and well, my mom, well, she's dead. She got killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. That's why Dad looked for a new job so we could move from our old town. Dad said there were just too many memories there and he could not cope with Mom's death as long we stayed there. We moved here a couple of weeks ago and Dad started his new job last week.

Oh, shit. Now I've gone and stepped in it. How do I get out of this one gracefully?

"I'm real sorry about your mom, I, uh, just didn't know."

"That's O.K. I guess I've gotten over it better than my dad."

David didn't say anything more for a while so I just walked silently next to him. So, his dad's the new plant manager at the factory. I knew he had some important job. I heard my grandpa say something last week about a new plant manager but I guess I really didn't pay much attention. You see, my mom and I live with my grandparents, and Gramps works in the shipping department at the factory.

"Hey, Billy, what do you say about getting some pizza? Looks like a good place over there."

"Uh, I told you that I didn't eat lunch." I couldn't tell him that I only had a quarter for milk."

"Look, I'm not going to eat in front of you. Wait here and I'll get us both something."

David soon returned with a slice of pizza and a Coke for both of us. I thanked him and downed it in no time. You don't know how much I needed that.

"Well, for someone who doesn't eat lunch, you sure devoured that."

I looked down, trying to think of something to say. "Yeah, I guess once I, uh, took a bite, uh, I realized that, uh, it tasted pretty good."

"Great! I'm glad you liked it. Come on. We better start heading back."

"Yeah, let's go."

On the way back we just talked about our afternoon schedule and we made it back in plenty of time for our next class. Our first class of the afternoon was P.E. Our instructor was also the J.V. Football coach. He told us that we had to come prepared for class each time we had it. That meant that we had to have a gym suit and he told us where we could buy one. He also told us that we also needed to have a jock strap, as our bodies were now starting to mature and develop, and towels. We were all required to shower before we went to our next class.

I don't remember much about the rest of the day. I was too worried about having to take showers with a bunch of other boys. All the showers are in one big room! God, what if I get a hard-on in the shower? Then everyone will know that I'm gay. Especially with David in my class and his having the locker right next to mine. One look at him naked and my rod will probably get hard enough to cut diamonds. God, I'll have to figure something out. At least I'll have two days before the next class.

"Hey, Billy. Do you want come over to my place after this class ends?"

It was David questioning me just before our last period class ended.

"I'd like to but I've got chores to do at home and I'll have to get my mom to take me shopping for some school supplies, my gym suit, and a jock."

"Yeah, right. How about tomorrow after school?"

"I don't know. You see, uh, I have chores every day and, uh, I live out pretty far and, uh, I can't always get a ride home."

"Don't you have a bike, man?"

"Uh, no. Guess I thought I had other things to spend my money on."

"No problem. You can have my old bike. Dad bought me a new bike for my last birthday and I kept my old one. I don't have any use for it, really. It's only a five speed and not as good as my new ten speed, but I guess it's better than not having one. So when you come over I'll give it to you and you can ride it home. O.K.?"

"Uh, I don't know. I'll have to, uh, talk it over with my, uh, mom but it was sure nice of you to offer. I'll let you know tomorrow."

I was really kind of shocked and a little honored that he would even think of giving me his old bike. I mean, it may not be much to him, but it would sure make a big difference in my life. Damn, this kid just met me and already he's done all of these wonderful things for me. I think I'm falling in love with David. No, it's not just because of the material things but he's so sweet, so thoughtful, and so easy to talk with. I was brought out of my thoughts by the last bell of the day. I gathered my things and sprang for the door, trying to get out of there before I got all gushy or said something to David that might let him know my true feelings. I figured the best thing for me to do would be to head straight for my bus. The last thing I remembered as I walked through the door was a voice shouting to me from behind.

"See you tomorrow, Billy."

Chapter 2
A Time for Surprises

David seemed to be waiting for me. Sweet, but not what I wanted. Out of everyone, he's the one that would probably cause me to get the stiffest.

"Come on, slowpoke. We don't want to be late for our next class, do we?"

"No, I won't be," I said as I watched him grab his towel and head away.

By the time I reached the showers there were only a couple of other guys and David. The other two weren't that attractive so there wasn't much of a problem ignoring them. I walked to the end showerhead, on the opposite wall from David, and started to lather up. After the other two boys left, David moved over to the showerhead next to mine.

"What's up, Bud, you mad at me?"

"No, I was just trying to give you enough room."

"Well, I don't need a lot of room and we can talk to each better this way."

I held my breath and tried not to look but I couldn't resist the temptation. While rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I glanced over to see David's boy meat and, oh, what a sight. It was beautiful. His penis was about 3½" [9 cm] long, circumcised with his circumcision scar going around the shaft about an inch [2½ cm] below his lovely pink head. My knees suddenly got weak and my own cock started to twitch and spring to life. I turned toward the back wall to keep David from noticing my predicament while I finished rinsing my hair. As soon as the last bit of shampoo was rinsed from my scalp, I grabbed my towel, dried while facing the wall and then wrapped my towel around my waist before heading to my locker.

"Hey, wait up," David yelled as he finished turning off his shower. "My, my. We suddenly got in a big hurry, didn't we?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess I just realized the time," I said as he stood next to me, drying himself. I had managed to get my briefs on before he left the shower but they didn't seem to be concealing all that I hoped that they would. I laid my towel over my lap as I started to slip my feet down the legs of my jeans. Quickly, I pulled them up and fastened them while I rummaged through my locker for my shirt.

My boner was just starting to shrink when I closed my locker door and noticed David standing facing me, completely naked, starting to put his legs through a pair of dark blue bikini briefs. Once again, my tool started to bolt to life so I left my shirt untucked to conceal my reemerging problem.

"You better hurry," I said to David, trying only to look at his face, "the bell should probably be ringing any second now."

"Yeah, you're right. I can throw my clothes on really fast. I've had plenty of practice."

Not sure what David might be hinting at, I turned to leave as the bell echoed through the tiled locker room.

"Billy, wait up. I only have to tie my shoes... See, I'm done. So, what do we have next?"

I was shocked at how quickly he had gotten dressed after how slowly he had been going earlier. Now, we walked side by side toward our next class.

"Hey, Bill. Did you remember to ask your mom if you could come over after school today?"

"Yeah, she said it was all right but I have to be home before dark. That should give us a couple of hours. She also thought that you were pretty special for giving me your old bike to get home with. She says we're going to have to figure out something special we can do for you."

"That's not necessary, really. I'm just glad I could help."

"I know, but my family doesn't like to take charity, so I have to do something to sort of pay you back."

"Hey, it's not charity, man. You're my best bud and you've helped me so much already. I guess I'm just paying you back for being so nice to me and showing me around and everything."

"That was nothing. I didn't do much."

"That's what you think, but I would have been pretty lonely if you hadn't been so nice. So, as far as I'm concerned, we're even. O.K.?"

"I don't think Mom will see it like that, but for you and me, well, I guess we're even."

"Great. I can't wait until we can head to my place."

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on, like they always do when you have something special planned. I was excited about being alone with David at his house but yet I was a little scared about it too. I mean, he must live in some big fancy house and I'm not used to that and I don't know if his father is going to be there. Finally, the day was over and the last bell had just rung when David grabbed me by the arm.

"Come on, man, let's split this place."

We exited the building as quickly as possible and I followed David down the street toward his home. It was a lovely afternoon, even more so being with David, although it was unusually hot. It didn't seem to take us very long before we were standing in front of David's house.

"Here it is… the old homestead. Now that you know where I live, you'll have to come here more often."

I caught the subtlety of his last comment but I was too overwhelmed with the structure before me to answer him. His house was huge and gorgeous. Just like the mansions that I dreamed the rich people must live in. It was quite different from where I lived. My grandfather lived in an old farmhouse that had been built shortly after the Civil War. It had three bedrooms on the second floor but all of the rooms were small and the closets were nearly non-existent. The kitchen was really old, the kind with the white enamel sink and the really old cupboards with the thin wood slats. There was only one bathroom, on the first floor, and it had an old claw-foot tub. A pipe ran up from the tub to serve as the shower and a curtain surrounded part of the tub for privacy. All the electrical fixtures were the kind that you see in those old movies, before World War II, and the plumbing was just as old. The whole house would probably have fit into a corner of this magnificent palace.

"Come on in and make yourself at home," David said as he unlocked the front door. "Mi casa es su casa."

I recognized this last comment to mean 'my home is your home' and thought that he was being extremely gracious.

"Come on, I'll give you the cheap tour of the place. This is the foyer."

It was a huge entranceway with a staircase at the far end. The stairway went up the right wall, stopped at a small landing, which went to the left. Then the stairs turned again and came back toward us, leading up to the second floor. Hanging in front of the stairway was a large crystal chandelier that hung down from the twenty-foot high entryway ceiling. Rooms branched off from the hall as David tried to explain what each one was.

"This is my dad's office, that's the dining room, back there is the kitchen, that's the family room, this is the living room, behind the living room is the sun room, and downstairs is the rec room, but I'll show that later. Come on upstairs and I'll show you the bedrooms."

The second floor had six large bedrooms. The master suite was huge and the master bath alone was as big as my grandfather's living room. The next two bedrooms shared a bath, the same as the two bedrooms farther back. Then we walked into the last bedroom, which David indicated was his. It was nearly as large as the master bedroom. It had another small room attached to it and there was a private bath.

"This used to be one of the servants; quarters. I guess the maid and the butler were married and this was their living area. There are smaller servants' quarters on the third floor."

"Wow! I've never seen anything like this. This is spectacular but if there's only you and your Dad then why do you need such a large place?"

"Dad likes a lot of space. I think he might be claustrophobic or something."

"Man, I've never seen anything like this. Wow, you are really lucky."

"Yeah, I guess I am, but you can spend all the time you want here with me. Do you mind if I change into something a little more comfortable and then I'll show you around outside."

"Go ahead. It's your place."

David smiled and began to undress. I thought maybe he would just take off his pants and shirt but he took off everything and stood there naked in front of me. Then, he started to rummage through his dresser drawers. Finally, he pulled out a pair of real thin running shorts and slipped them on, with nothing underneath, and then put on his running shoes.

"Too damn hot to wear much. You want me to lend you something so you can get more comfortable?"

"Uh, no. I'm fine and I'm not going to be here all that long."

"Suit yourself. Come on, we'll go down the back stairs to the family room and then outside."

I followed David down the stairs, through a large family room, out the back door, and onto a huge deck. It had a natural redwood finish with a railing around most of it, except for where the three sets of steps led off of it. The steps to the right led to an outdoor bar and barbecue area, surrounded by a stone patio. The stairs straight ahead led down to a large in-ground pool, which had to be of Olympic dimensions. David led me down the stairway on the left that went out into his yard.

"Come on. I've got one more thing to show you."

I looked around as I followed David and noticed that there was a huge fence that surrounded the entire backyard. David pulled up in front of a huge, old tree and turned toward me, pointing up.

"Here it is. My second home."

I looked up and saw this enormous tree house, nestled high up in the big boughs of the tree.

"Great, isn't it? One of the previous owners must have built it for his children. Come on up. It's really cool. I spend a lot of my free time there. I've got it all stocked up."

I followed David as he climbed up a rope ladder that hung down through an opening in the floor. When I reached the top, David pulled me in, pulled up the ladder, dropped the trap door over the opening and slid home the dead-bolt lock that kept anyone else from entering. There was a large open window on each wall, so you could observe the whole area below. Each window had a bamboo curtain over it, to give complete privacy.

"Pretty neat, huh? I've got the table and four chairs there. There are three cots, which I stacked on top of each other to save space, there's my battery operated CD-cassette player, and over there is our large battery-operated lantern. In that storage cabinet, there, I keep some of my other supplies… you know, like batteries, first aid kit, and towels. I also can put anything else in there that I don't want others to see because I keep a padlock on it at all times."

With that pronouncement, David began to dial the numbers into the combination lock that would cause it to drop open. Once he got it open, he grabbed something inside and held it up to my face.

"What do you think this is?" He asked the question holding a bottle, with some white, creamy substance in it, in front of my eyes.

"Uh, I don't know," I said, not wanting to tell him what I thought it looked like.

"Come on, man. What do you think it is?"

"I told you I don't know but I know what it looks like." I regretted saying that last part as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth.

"Well, what does it look like then?"

I stammered and stuttered trying not to answer him but David kept egging me on.

"Oh, it looks like you jerked off in that bottle. O.K.?"

David laughed hysterically and then looked me in the eye. "It's only hand cream but everybody thinks that. I knew you would too." David hesitated a moment and then continued. "Do you ever jerk off, Billy?"

I guess I must have started blushing again, because David looked at my face and started laughing.

"Well?"

"Yeah. All guys do, don't they?" I looked into those big brown eyes and waited for him to answer me.

"Yeah, of course they do. Just some do it more than others. How often do you do it, Billy?"

I blushed again, thinking he was getting real personal, but he just stood there waving his hand, waiting for my reply.

"I guess almost every night. How 'bout you?"

"I guess about the same unless something gets me really horny. You know, kind of like you got in the showers earlier."

"What do you mean?" I asked defensively, hoping he didn't see me when I got hard.

"I saw you popping a boner before you got out. Did you get that from looking at me?"

Now I was really blushing and stuttering. I didn't know what to say. My God! Here I am about to lose my best friend if I tell him that he turns me on. I couldn't answer and just turned my back on David, tears streaming down my face and my lungs straining for air.

David came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest, and put his head on my shoulder.

"It's O.K., man. I understand. You turn me on too."

With that statement, David spun me around, pulled down those thin running shorts and showed me his raging erection. My mouth must have hit the floor because David reached out, put his right hand under my chin and gently pushed my jaw upward.

"You mean you're gay?" I shouted without thinking.

"Yep, just like you."

"But how did you know?" I countered, again wishing I thought before I spoke.

"You remember that first day when I walked into homeroom. I looked around the room and saw you sitting there, with your mouth wide open, just like it was a minute ago. I knew immediately, that's why I came to the back and sat next to you."

"You mean I'm that obvious?"

"Not really, but I kind of fine tuned my gay-dar in the last place we lived because there were a lot of homophobes there. I guess you might say I had to find a way to spot others of my kind before I got the shit kicked out of me if I made a mistake."

"Oh, God, David. I love you. I really, really love you. You're so beautiful, not like me. I hope you don't hate me for saying it."

"I already kind of figured out that you loved me, and I love you too. Don't ever put yourself down again, like you just did, though. You're very handsome and I love every part of you, right down to that lovely piece of meat between your legs."

Did I hear right? Did he just say that I was handsome? No way! I'm so plain that I don't even like to look at myself in the mirror. I'm about 5'3," [1.60 m] dirty blond hair and green eyes. My body is pretty firm, from working around the farm, but nowhere near as nice as David's. My penis is smaller than David's, about 3" [7½ cm] circumcised, and kind of thin. How can he possibly say that I'm handsome?

"David. It's getting late. I've got to go. It will be dark fairly soon."

"I hope it wasn't something I said. Here, let me give you something so you keep thinking of me."

With that, he bent forward, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled my lips toward his and planted the warmest, wettest kiss on my lips. Slowly, he pushed his tongue against my mouth and, unconsciously, I opened mine and let his tongue in to explore my waiting orifice. After what seemed like hours, David pulled back, pulled up his shorts, and directed me to follow him.

We left the tree house and went directly to his garage. There he pulled out a beautiful green bike, in perfect condition, and handed it to me.

"It's awesome, David. I can't keep this. I'll just borrow it for a while and then return it when I don't need it any more or when you want it back."

"No way. It's yours now. Besides, it matches perfectly with those gorgeous green eyes of yours. Get going. I don't want you to be late so your mother won't let you come back. I'll talk to you tomorrow and we can make plans for another visit where, maybe, we can do something fun. Now, get out of here."

I didn't know what to say so I just hopped on the bike and started pedaling toward home. What did he just say? Did he hint that we could do something sexual next time? My mind was racing the rest of the night, trying to figure out what David might be thinking.

Chapter 3
First Contact

"Hey, Billy. There's no school on Friday because of a teachers' meeting. Why don't you see if you can stay over Thursday night and stay all day Friday?"

"I'll ask my mom as soon as she gets home. Can I call you later?"

"Sure. You have my number."

"Right. Talk to you then."

The ride home flew by as my mind thought about the possibility of spending Thursday night and all day Friday with David. I hope my mother will let me, and Gramps will cover my chores while I'm gone. Oh, please. Oh, please. Don't let anything go wrong now.

Mom seemed to get home later than usual tonight, though I don't think it actually was, and it took me about an hour to convince her that this was really important to me. Grandpa was a lot easier and said the he wouldn't mind covering for me for a couple of days. This is going to be great. I ran to the phone and called David.

"Hello."

"Hi, David?"

"Yeah."

"It's me, Billy. Mom said it was O.K. I'll bring my things to school in my backpack tomorrow and then we can head straight to your house after the last bell."

"Great. I've got some ideas of things we can do. My dad generally isn't around much during the week. He usually comes home late and goes to work early. When the cook leaves after dinner, we'll be basically on our own. You want to go the football game Friday night before you go home?"

"I don't know. I mean, it will be too dark to ride my bike and I don't think my Grandfather can pick me up. I wish Mom drove."

"Why don't you stay Friday night too? Then you can leave real early Saturday morning and ride back in the daytime."

"I'll ask mom but I'm not sure if she'll go for it. Hang on and I'll check, though." I rushed and spoke to my mother and then I raced back to the phone.

"David? Mom said it would be fine. Oh, this is going to be great."

"Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"What?"

"You heard me. I love you."

"I heard you but aren't you afraid someone else might hear you?"

"There's nobody here. Don't be so paranoid. See you tomorrow. Bye."

My head was still spinning. David told me he loved me, not once but twice. How could I be so lucky? God, he's so sweet. I can't even imagine what my life would be without him.

I couldn't fall asleep, with all the thoughts of David and our two nights and one day together drifting through my mind. I guess it must have taken a couple of hours before I gave in to my total exhaustion. The next thing I remember was my mom calling for me to get up.

I jumped out of bed, quickly scrounged up a bunch of clothes, stuffed them into my backpack, and headed for the bathroom to clean up. I ate a quick breakfast, gave my mom a big kiss good-bye and grabbed my bike, heading for school. I don't remember any of the trip there but I found myself at the bike rack, locking up my bike.

"Billy, great. You're early. I hoped you would be. Let me lock my bike up and we'll head somewhere to make our plans."

We moved away from everyone, somewhere along the front of the building, and just sat, talking. We didn't really make any plans but I sure enjoyed just sitting there talking to David and looking at his gorgeous face. When the first bell rang, we headed toward our homeroom, praying that this day would fly by quickly.

Our prayers were answered and we were now heading to his house. I don't remember anything about school that day. All I could do was think of David and being alone with him. When we reached his place, he dragged me upstairs to his bedroom and shut the door behind us.

"Let's get on the Internet and see what we can find."

"Yeah, O.K. I've never been on the Internet before. We don't have a computer and I haven't had a chance to use any of the school's computers yet."

"Come here, you're going to love this."

David started to type a whole bunch of things, pushed a whole lot of buttons, and played with something he called a mouse. After a little while, the screen was filled with pictures of naked boys.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Pretty neat, huh? My dad lets me use his credit card whenever I want, so I signed up for a few sites that show nude young boys. This one's from a nudist site."

"What's the matter with their cocks?"

"Nothing, dude. They're just not circumcised. They're from somewhere in Europe and they don't circumcise boys over there like they do here. What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen an uncircumcised dick before?"

"I guess not. So why do they look like that?"

"Look. All of our cocks looked like that when we were born. It's just that over here they cut off the foreskin and sew the rest back to the shaft. It has something about cleanliness or religious beliefs, generally. See, here's where they sewed my extra skin back."

With that, David unbuttoned his jeans and slid his pants and bikini briefs down and showed me his magnificent cock. Wham! Mine jumped to full attention.

"See. Right here. That's where the doctor sewed it."

"How do you know all this?"

"My dad explained it to me. One of my cousins isn't circumcised and when we were little we took a bath together. We both started asking questions so my dad took us aside and answered all of our questions. Neat, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess that there's another reason I miss having a dad."

"Don't sweat it, dude. I'll fill you in on all you need to know. Come on. Let's look at yours."

"Uh. Nah. I understand now."

"You afraid to show me your boner? Didn't think I noticed it, did ya? Come on. I've seen it in the shower before. Pull it out and we'll look yours over."

A little embarrassed and very excited, I finally gave in. I dropped my pants and David grabbed my cock, almost ripping it from my body.

"Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to be so rough. See. Right here is your scar. Damn you've got a cute little dick." He must have seen the expression on my face when he said 'little' and he tried to correct himself. "I didn't mean little but it is damn cute. Why don't you let me help you calm your little friend there?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let me jack you off and give your little buddy a workout. Then you can do it for me."

"I don't know. I've never done that before."

"Hey, it feels just like touching your own but the one getting wanked gets a whole lot better feeling than when he does it to himself. You'll love it. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do… Okay, go ahead."

David grabbed my hand, pulled me over to his bed, and then pushed me down on it. He took a bottle out of his nightstand and squirted it into one of his hands. I think it was baby oil. Then he started rubbing his hands together.

"What's that for?"

"It lets your hand slide up and down easier and makes it feel a lot better than if you do it dry."

Saying that, he wrapped his hand around my penis and started to slide it up and down my slender shaft. At the same time, he let his other hand play with my balls. Immediately, it felt like electric shocks were being sent throughout my body. It made me twitch and jerk all over. David kept up his steady rhythm and then I started to feel the tingling down deep in my scrotum. I guess David must have sensed it too because he suddenly started to pump faster. I tried to hold that feeling as long as I could but eventually I couldn't take any more. It was then that the force of twelve years of never feeling anything but my own hand built up and sent my cum flying out of my cock.

David must have been shocked by the force of my first spurt, as his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The first wave of my semen shot out of my young muscle and flew over my head, hitting the wall above the bed.

"Man! I've never seen anybody shoot that far before. You've got a real cannon there. How did it feel?"

I couldn't speak at first. I just laid there enjoying the sensations that had washed over my body. After many seconds, I was still barely able to open my mouth wide enough to say a single word. "Wonderful." Then I fell back on the bed waiting for my body to come down from the biggest high that I've ever felt.

David was very patient. He wiped up all of my strands of cum from all the different places where they landed and then he milked my cock and balls, draining all of those lingering drops. When I finally seemed to be coherent again, David started asking me more questions.

"Did you like it? Are you ready to do me? Have you ever felt anything better?"

"Slow down, dude. I may have a cannon but your mouth is shooting like a machine gun. Yes, I loved it. Yes, I'm ready to do you and no, I've never felt anything better."

Now, David positioned himself on the bed and I repeated on him exactly what he had done to me. I had never felt another boy's penis before and I was surprised at how soft, yet so hard, it really felt. I was completely engrossed with the sensation of rubbing my hand up and down his stiff pole and I couldn't believe how much I actually enjoyed doing this for him. When I could force myself to think of other things, I looked at David's face to see how he was enjoying this. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open and he was breathing in quick, shallow breaths. His head was gently swaying from side to side and I could tell that he was caught up in the pleasure he was receiving from my manipulations. Suddenly his body tensed, his penis grew harder in my hand, and his jism spurted from his dickhead, coating his chest and stomach. After he finished shooting his load, not nearly as forcefully as I had, I cleaned him up, milked him dry and then curled up against him on the bed. We laid there together, just enjoying each other's warmth and happiness, until we heard the cook call over the intercom that dinner was ready. We dressed and went down to eat but I don't think either one of us tasted a thing or took our eyes off each other during that whole time.

Eventually, the cook came in and asked David if he needed anything else and, when he said no, she bid him goodnight. I wasn't really sure that either one of us registered that we were now totally alone until David looked at me, flashed one of his devilish grins in my direction, and said, "Come on. Let's go skinny dipping."

I didn't even question the appropriateness of his suggestion and I ran outside with him and headed toward the pool. We tore off all of our clothes, dove in the deep end, and slowly started swimming around the pool.

"David?" I asked timidly, trying to get his attention. "It's been great so far. I never thought I could enjoy just being around someone as much as I do when I'm with you. I love you, David, and I want you to promise me that we'll always be together."

"You got it, Billy. You know, I've got to tell you that I've messed around with a few other guys where I used to live but I've never wanted to be with them all the time like I do with you. I mean, well, even if we hadn't done anything earlier, I would still feel the same. I love you too, Billy, and I never want to be anywhere without you."

I swam over to David, pressed my lips against his, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He willingly did the same. Our tongues sparred with each other for a while before they finally settled down to let our lips enjoy the sweet contact between two young souls.

David suggested that we sleep in the tree house that night so we ran inside, gathered the few things we thought we might need and climbed up the rope ladder to our little hideaway. David did leave a note for his dad before we left the house, just to let him know where we were.

"David?" You know I still haven't met your dad."

"I know. He isn't around much during the week and all. He's so busy with his job but he always spends the weekends with me. Maybe you'll see him Saturday morning before you leave. He's usually up really early so he has more time to do things."

"Good. I'm sure he's as nice as you."

We pulled two of the cots together, making sure they were side by side so we could cuddle and touch each other all night long, and then we said goodnight. We kissed and stroked each other for a long time, nothing overtly sexual, until we fell asleep. The last thing I remember saying to David before I dozed off was, "Good night, my prince. I can't wait until tomorrow."

Chapter 4
The age of exploration

"Good morning, handsome. How did you sleep?" I inquired.

"Like a baby. No, make that like the most satisfied baby in the world. You never left my dreams all night long. How about you?"

"No complaints here, as long as I can wake up touching that gorgeous bod of yours."

"Cool it, stud. It's going to be hot enough today without you making it any warmer. Come on. Let's go in and take a shower together. Then we'll go down to eat before we come back up to my room. I want to check out some more of those sites on the net. Is that O.K. with you?"

"As long as I'm by your side, nothing else matters."

We ran to David's room, shedding our clothes almost before the door finished shutting, and we went into the shower. We washed each other's body, touching and investigating each and every wonderful inch of flesh, and then we dried each other off. We both just threw on a pair of shorts and ran down the back stairs into the kitchen, hoping to find a bite to eat. The cook only comes at dinnertime during the week. On weekends she fixes all three meals.

We both decided to have some cereal, toast, and a glass of orange juice. We gobbled it up and ran back up to David's room. David pulled up one of the sites with the naked boys and we began to look at the pictures.

"Wow, look at that!" I screamed into David's ear. "What are they doing?"

"The one guy is giving the other one a blow job. Dad calls it oral sex. They just suck on each other's cocks until they shoot their loads."

"Did you ever do that?"

"No. I always kind of thought I'd like to, though. Maybe, if you want to, we could try it sometime. What do you think?"

"If you want to, then I'll do it too. Remember, dude, I trust you."

"Great. Oh wow, look at this."

"God, he's sticking his cock up that guy's ass. That must hurt."

"Nah! They stretch their butt holes before they do it. I read it in some of the stories."

"Stories? What stories?"

"Besides the pictures, they also have gay stories at some of these sites. Do you want to read one?"

"After we look at some more pictures. They're so hot I'm as hard as a rock." At this statement, David reached over and rubbed the bulge in my shorts. Not to be outdone, I brought my hand down to the front of his shorts.

"Me too," he said with that silly ass grin on his face.

We looked at a whole lot more of the pictures and then we decided that it was time to read some of the stories instead. David brought the first one onto the screen and he kept each page there until we had both finished reading it. After reading several short stories, we started to discuss the things we learned from them.

"Did you know that guys did all of those things?"

"Some of them," David began, "but not all of them. I mean I knew about blow-jobs and butt fucking, but I never heard about rimming before. I guess I'm not too comfortable with the golden showers, bondage, or doing it with animals thing, though."

"Me either."

"Do you think that we might be able to try some of those other things some time?"

"Yes, some time, but not right away. I'll try the blow-jobs but I want to wait a little longer before we do more. Is that all right with you?"

"Sure. I'm not going to try to make you do anything you're not comfortable with, Bud. Hey, if we don't agree, then we're just not going to do it. Agreed?"

"Agreed!"

"It was already past lunch time and the cook was in the kitchen preparing dinner. We were a little hungry so we went down, grabbed a snack, and headed to the tree house.

"Soon we'll have dinner and then we'll get dressed for the football game. You still want to go, don't you?"

"Of course," I answered, looking into those puppy dog eyes. "It's supposed to be a real good game."

Before we knew it, we were in the bleachers, cheering on our High School team. It was a great game. We scored the winning touchdown with less than a minute left on the clock. It sure was a tough loss for the other team but we were happy our team won. On the walk home, we started planning the rest of the night.

"Do you want to sleep in my room or in the tree house tonight?"

"Whatever you want to do."

"Let's sleep in my room. It has a big bed and it's a lot more comfortable than those cots. Last night was great but I think tonight could be even better."

"You're on."

We went back to David's room, found a movie on his television, shed our clothes, and cuddled up next to each other on his bed. The movie was one of those real scary horror movies and, when it was over, I was glad that I didn't have to sleep alone.

David got up and turned off the main light but he left the lamp next to his bed on. Then he rolled over on top of my chest and started kissing me all over.

"I guess those sites made you all horny, huh?" I asked him.

"Yeah. How about you?" "Well, I don't usually get this hard so easily or stay this way so long, but I guess that all of those pictures and all of those stories really got me worked up."

"You ready to try a blow job?" David asked with a bit of hope in his expression.

"Not yet, maybe next time. Okay?" I could see a trace of disappointment in his expression but he did his best not to let me see it.

"Sure. What if we just give each other a hand job again? Would that be all right?"

"That's more than all right. Let's get started, lover boy."

David resumed his kissing me all over, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. After reading some of those stories, he decided to try a few of the little things we read about. The first one was when he started sucking on my nipples. Man! I thought only girls could get off having their nipples sucked. Boy, was I wrong. The feeling was so intense that my penis jumped every time David licked, sucked, or gently bit either of my erect little nubs.

After playing with my nipples for several minutes, he moved down to my belly button and swirled his tongue all around and into that minor indentation. That had me dancing. Besides feeling so good, there was also a slight tickling sensation that had my whole body quivering.

David kept moving down, moving between my legs. He started licking my balls, eventually taking them, one at a time, into his warm, sensuous mouth. His tongue flicked all around the fleshy sac that housed my watery orbs, completely washing it with his saliva and causing my balls to be moved all around the moist interior between his cheeks. When he had finished with my testicles, he began to lick up and down the side of my throbbing cock, swirling his tongue around the head and flicking his tongue at the slit. He never took me completely into his mouth because he knew I wasn't quite ready for that yet. I appreciated his patience with my expressed unwillingness, but I don't think I would have fought him had he decided to go further and suck my cock.

Next, David continued kissing down the inside of my right leg, down to my toes, taking each one in his mouth and then licking the whole sole of my foot. Then he moved over to the other foot and made his return trip by doing the same things up my left thigh. When he got back to my crotch, he licked the entire shaft of my penis again, this time making sure that it was well lubricated for masturbation.

Gently, he wrapped his strong hand around my throbbing member and he began that slow, steady rhythm that I fondly remembered from our previous encounter. His hand felt so smooth and soft on my hard dick and I loved the tenderness with which he held and worked my pulsing wand. I eventually felt that old familiar feeling down deep in my gut and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I leaned over and kissed David's full, sexy lips and whispered that it was time. He picked up his pace and I was soon shooting streams of cum up and down my body. It wasn't as forceful as my first experience with David's velvet touch but the first stream reached my forehead and the second found my open mouth. Instinctively, I tasted my own seed, rolling it around my mouth and enjoying its sweet, salty taste. As the next few spurts ejected from my body, I scooped some more of my boy juice up with my finger and then licked it clean.

When my eruption subsided, I scooped up another glob of my boy nectar and offered it to David.

"You've got to try this. It's really pretty good."

"That's what they said in those stories. Okay. As long as it's from your body, I'll try it. Give it to me." After sucking my finger dry, David looked at me and said, "Man, that's not bad. It's kind of sweet but it's also a little salty. I wonder if mine tastes the same? Look, Billy, I'm not going to waste a drop. You lie still and I'll lick every bit from that sexy body of yours."

David started licking like a hungry kitten suckling on its mother's breasts. When he had removed every last drop from my body, he slid up, opened his mouth and offered to share that last mouthful with me. Without question, I lunged in and licked his tongue, teeth, and every single crevice in that exciting boy cavity. After several minutes of pure bliss, I finally spoke again.

"I didn't think it could get any better than the last time but, wow, do you ever have a way of getting me off. You sure are a quick study. Just a few pictures and a few stories and you turn into the grand master of boy sex. Man, you never cease to amaze me."

"You think that was good," David informed me, "wait until next time. It's going to get better each and every time we do it."

"You're on, stud. Now switch places with me so I can show you what it was like."

With that, we exchanged positions on the bed and I tried to remember and repeat each and every wonderful act and feeling that David had given me. I took my time exploring every nook and cranny that his young body had to offer. Once my tongue had explored every piece of exposed flesh, I rubbed my hand over his chest and stomach then I bypassed his groin so I could stroke his inner and outer thighs. David was literally panting in anticipation now, waiting for me to take his boyhood in my hot little hand. He was just about to start begging for relief when I wrapped my fist around his adorable, circumcised prick and slowly began to stroke him to orgasm. I tried to take him to the various heights that he had taken me before he finished off with a wonderful cum shot that spewed all over his chest and stomach. Then I bent over, licked every morsel of his boy honey that I could locate from his still vibrating frame before I slid up to share that final mouthful with my soul mate. He hungrily licked every drop from my muscular altar of love and then we just lay on our sides, facing one another, and hugged for all we were worth.

"You were right. It does get better each time and you're a pretty quick learner yourself."

"That's because I have such a wise and wonderful teacher. You're the one with the most knowledge and experience. I'm just the willing receptacle for your vast depository of knowledge and whatever else you might offer me. I am your willing servant to command. Just be gentle with me, oh master, and your boy Friday will carry out your every wish and fulfill your every desire."

"Be careful about what you're offering me, for I shall make you keep each and every promise. In return, I will promise you to do the same and more to take care of your every need and show you all the pleasure you deserve."

"Your words, my handsome master," I responded, "are almost as perfect as your deeds. Let us speak no more but bask in the afterglow of this wonderful moment. If I were to die, I would go willingly and happily, knowing that I have experienced the wonders of the universe, played on the instrument of my body by the master of my soul. I would go gently into that sweet night full of the memories of a love and a lover, the likes of which few have ever known."

"Cut it out. You're beginning to sound like a cross between some romantic poet and a Shakespearean soliloquy."

"Yeah. I learned a bunch of that crap this past summer at a Gifted and Talented workshop."

"You too?" David had a startled expression on his face. "I attended a similar workshop just before I moved here. Damn. If we had moved at the beginning of the summer we might have been in the same class and met that much sooner."

"No. If we had been in the same class we probably wouldn't have learned a thing. We'd have been too busy trying to figure out a way to get to know each other."

"Yes, you're probably right. Too bad, though, because that might have given us a couple of months' head start on our activities. Just think what we might be doing in two months."

"I'm in no hurry. We're young and we have a lot of years ahead of us. As long as we're together, then I don't care if we're still at the kindergarten level of love making. Nothing matters except that it happens between just us."

"Just shut up and kiss me, then I'll turn off the lights."

"What light over yonder bed frame breaks? It is the east and David is my sun."

"Enough. I surrender. You win. Just kiss me and let me wrap my arms around you so that I might fall into a blissful slumber. To be or not to be loved, that is the question."

"And you have the nerve to complain about me. You're cornier than I am. I surrender myself willingly into your gentle caress."

With that, David turned off the remaining light. We cuddled so close that I could feel every hair, every goose bump, and every delicate ripple of my young lover's skin. I have never known such bliss and I can't imagine improving on this perfection.

Chapter 5
A Day of Discovery

"Sorry, but you missed my dad. He got a call early this morning about some problem at the plant and he went to take care of it. He said he'd be back before lunch if you want to wait."

"I'd like to but I've already asked my mom and grandfather to cover for me too often. I'll meet him some other time. Give him my apology."

"Aren't you going to eat before you go? Maria made a huge breakfast and I wouldn't want to see it go to waste."

"You win. I'll eat before I go get packed. Then I'll pedal my way home on that awesome bike."

Maria started loading up my plate and I tried just as hard to empty it. Try as I may, she just made far too much for two growing boys to eat. I excused myself from the table, went back to David's room, and got all my things together.

"Look, David. Our next day off is Columbus Day. If you want, we can get together that day and try the blow-job thing. What do you think?"

"I think I like that idea," he replied with the biggest grin I had seen on his face since the first day of school. "Why don't you plan on coming here Sunday night, after dinner, and spend the night? That way we'd have a full day together. Do you like that idea?"

"Yeah. I'll run it by my mom and let you know in school." There was an awkward silence before I spoke again. "David, you know, I was thinking that maybe we should think of September 2nd as our anniversary date. It was the first day of school when we met and fell in love with each other. What do you think?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'm glad you're smart enough to think of these things." He bent forward and gave me a lengthy, open mouth kiss and then winked at me before he spoke again. "As long as we're discussing dates, you never did tell me when your birthday was."

"Uh, February 9th."

"No way. Mine's February 7th. There's something else we have in common. We can celebrate our birthdays together this year. One giant bash, and you'll love the present I'm going to give you." There was an evil smirk on David's face as he uttered that last sentence.

"I love everything you give me, especially when it's part of you. I hate to break this Hallmark moment but I've got to get home before my mother decides not to let me do this again. We don't want to ruin Columbus Day now, do we?"

"No way. Get moving before I sick the neighbor's dog on you. Before you leave, however, let me give you a little more fuel for your tank." With that pronouncement, David moved forward and gave me another long, wet kiss. "Be gone with you, wench, before I sick the hounds after thy lovely butt."

"Wench? Who do you think you're calling a wench? You're lucky I don't have more time or I'd show you which one of us will be doing all of the receiving here. Wench, indeed."

I headed out the door, hopped on my bike, and pedaled as fast as my legs could go. I got home and everyone wanted to know if I had a good time. I told them about some of my stay; of course, I skipped all of the intimate details, but they seemed satisfied with my response. I went about doing my chores until the day slowly faded away.

The rest of September and the early part of October slipped away before we knew it. We had spent some special times together but never more than an hour or so, here or there. We didn't have any lengthy opportunities together so we were both looking forward to Columbus Day. Finally, that weekend arrived and shortly after midday Sunday I rode toward David's house, longing to feel him in my arms.

He had already warned me that his father didn't like to have their weekends together interrupted so I told him that I would wait for him in the tree house. I spent some of my extra time hanging around the school because I knew it was still too early to go to David's house. He told me after dinner, so I'd wait until around six o'clock before I went further.

It was shortly after six when I climbed up the ladder and pulled out one of the cots. I threw my gear on the table and waited for my knight in shining armor to appear.

It was another couple of hours before I heard the rope ladder tensing, warning me that someone was on their way up. Soon I saw that wonderful smiling face poking through the opening and the smile melted away all my anger about his being late.

"Sorry, bro. Dad was on a tear. He kept talking about everything imaginable at the dinner table even after we had finished eating everything we wanted, including dessert. He babbled on and on about things I don't have the slightest idea what they were. I hope your day was more interesting."

"Oh, sure. I spent part of an hour riding into town, more than four hours wandering around the deserted school grounds, and another two hours up here wondering what in the hell happened to you."

"Why didn't you at least listen to a CD or a cassette or even just the radio?"

"Oops. I forgot it was up here. You're right, though, it would have made the wait more enjoyable."

"See, you can't just blame me. You weren't thinking either."

"I know. Now come over and kiss me and make us both forget about the miserable afternoons we've had."

Hearing that, David rushed straight into my open arms and started kissing me all over my face. At times, I thought that I was having my face licked by a big St. Bernard. Sometimes that boy just forgets his manners. God knows, I've tried to improve his social skills.

After a couple of hours of kissing and heavy petting, we decided to call it a night and save the main course for the light of day. Heaven knows that if I'm going to nibble on something that big I want to be able to see it so I won't choke.

We moved two cots together, as we had done before, and once more we fell asleep in the tender embrace of our loved one's arms. When the sun came streaming through the window on the eastern wall, we stretched ourselves to the fullest extent possible and enjoyed that first fall nip in the air.

"Hungry, Darling?'

"Famished, Dear."

"Well then, let's go and scavenge the larder in search of some delicacy to soothe those hunger pangs rumbling in thy bowels."

"With that, we sprang from our cots (we never undressed last night because of the slight chill in the air) and we rushed to the kitchen to see what we could find. As usual, we ended up eating a bowl of cold cereal and a couple of slices of toast. About the only thing different this time was the fact that we drank apple juice instead of orange juice.

"Now that we are finished here, let's head up to my room. It's too chilly yet to do what we have planned in tree house."

"Excellent suggestion. Lead on, Macduff, and I shall follow you to the ends of the earth."

"Not again. Just follow me to my room and leave Shakespeare for the classroom."

"Your wish is my command, oh wise and noble master."

"I said, knock it off."

"Okay. Okay. I guess you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Maybe so, but I'm in search of the right side at this very moment." David flashed a cute grin and raised his eyebrows to signal the naughty implications of that remark.

"Oh sir, you make me blush with all of this sensual talk and all of your animalistic passion. Be still, my heart, and fail me not." I fluttered my eyes and put my hands over my chest.

"There's just no way to turn you off, is there?"

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot, and I'm on a roll now. Shagadelic baby. "

"Man you can't even stay in the same script, let alone on the same page." David threw his arms in the air in desperation. "I surrender. Torture me no more."

"Okay, mister. Less talk and more action."

"Look who's talking," David said while giving me a sarcastic glare.

"Enough sarcasm. Who's going to do what first?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to call up some of those sites on the net for a little refresher course work before we begin?"

"No way, dude. I got this stuff down cold. In a few minutes you're going to be begging me to take it easy on you. You'll be putty in my hands."

"I believe that will be cum in your mouth, but let's get going. I'm dying to find out."

At this point clothes went flying everywhere. All you could see was one piece flying here, another drifting there and, if you looked really close, you might see the blinding flashes of boy skin as they whipped article after article of clothing about the room. Finally naked, I led my victim to the draining table.

"Let me see now," I said in my best Dracula imitation. "I must suck here to drain this body of all of its life giving juices. Fangs out and bite away."

"Hey there, Prince of Darkness. You better watch those old choppers and not do any harm or you might find a wooden stake shoved up your arse, I mean through your heart."

"Point taken. Match, set, and game goes to the adorable suckee," I shot back. "Now get on that bed and let the sucker do his job."

With that, we moved over to David's bed and started to get more serious, ready for the on-the-job training at hand.

"Don't forget," I said to David before we started, "this is my first time too. If I'm doing anything wrong, and I mean anything, stop me and tell me. I don't want to hurt you and I want to make this more pleasurable than anything we've done thus far. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

With the last of the formalities aside, I went about the serious task of trying to please my lover. I began almost the same as last time, kissing, sucking, and licking each and every inch of his body, from his head to his toes. The only difference was, this time after I licked up the sides of his cock, I nibbled on his sensitive dickhead and temporarily let my mouth surround his glans. After that, I let my tongue dart in and out of his gaping piss slit and, then, I discovered the sensitive G-spot on his wonderful body; it was located in the fleshy area between the base of his scrotum and his anus. I licked it and massaged it with my fingers and then I brought my middle finger up to my mouth, covered it with large amounts of saliva, and then inserted it into his virgin boy hole. At the same instant, I engulfed his boyhood with my mouth.

David lurched his butt and crotch upward off the bed, forcing his hot tool deep into the moist, pulsating tissues of my mouth. I let my tongue dart around his shaft, doing an erotic dance over every piece of tissue on that throbbing organ, as I began the pumping and sucking motions with my mouth. I could feel David being driven wild with excitement, his body dancing and twitching with each and every movement of my lips and tongue, and I knew that soon he would be begging me to bring him to orgasm. I took my probing finger from his hot hole and then used that hand to pull and tug at his ball sack, bringing him closer and closer to release.

"Oh, God. Please, let me cum. My cock and balls are begging to pump out their hot load. Please, please give me some relief and let me shoot."

I increased my suction and quickened my pace. Shortly, I felt David's balls draw up tighter to his body as his prick began to swell in my mouth, signaling the end was near. With a sudden jerk, David's back launched toward the ceiling, his breathing became rapid and shallow, and his groans of pleasure grew louder by the second.

"I'm, I'm AAARRRGGGHH CUUUMMMMING. Oh, Lord, my insides are being drained through my dick. HEEEERE ITTTTT COOOOMMMESSSS."

With that warning, my mouth was flooded with so much hot boy juice, squirt after squirt after squirt, that I couldn't swallow or hold it all in my mouth. Gradually, it started to drip from the corners of my lips and down my chin. I continued to suck every precious drop from his penis long after his organ went limp. Then, finally, I withdrew my suction pump from that explosive fire hose to soak in David's reaction to that last earthquake of an orgasm. He remained nearly motionless on the bed, gasping for life sustaining air while his chest still pounded from the sonic speed race that this last activity brought on. When he seemed to be regaining control of his body again, I gave him an evil sneer and spoke.

"I told you that I'd have you begging for mercy before I was done and you didn't believe me, silly boy. Maybe next time you'll heed the words of the prophet."

"Are you sure this is your first time doing that?" David gasped out with all of his effort. "Where in the hell did you learn to suck cock like that? Man, I thought you were going to suck my brains out through that hard straw of mine and, maybe, just maybe, you did."

"I just remembered all of those little details in those stories that we read. Maybe some of it I read between the lines."

"You must have. I don't remember seeing some of that shit written about anywhere. You sure you haven't been getting any private tutoring?"

"Honest, babe. You're the only one I want and the only one I need."

"I sure am glad to hear that. Now, come here and let me see if I can return the favor."

I moved closer to him before I placed myself next to him on the bed. David started roaming every inch of my body with his tongue and lips, just as I had finished doing to him. His actions were sending a barrage of shock waves up and down my spine and my body was trembling from the overpowering sensations that his ministrations were causing me. My brain was on full overload, trying to cope with all of the wonderful new feelings that he was evoking from my untested frame. I couldn't lie still as he sucked on my tits and then tongued my navel. He was hitting all of my switches and my body was shaking in pure delight.

When he finally got to my crotch, I was dying in anticipation of what was still to come. As his soft, moist tongue glided up and down my rigid boyhood, stopping only briefly to trace the outline of the helmet of my cock head or to tease the tiny gaping slit that released my various body fluids, my body continued to jerk and twitch like a fish out of water. My heart was beating so fast that I thought that it was going to burst from my chest and my mouth hung open like I was uttering a silent scream. My eyes wouldn't stay focused and my head snapped from side to side as those tingling feelings raged from head to toe.

I didn't know how much more of this I could take when his mouth slid over my stiff pole and his lips slid down until they met my pubes. Oh, his mouth was so hot and that heat radiated along the entire length of my young rod. As soon as his lips touched those recently sprouted hairs, he brought his head back up until only my crimson dickhead remained within his mouth before he plunged down the shaft again. As his head bobbed up and down on my steely pole, he applied so much suction that I believe that he could have sucked ice cubes through a straw. Not knowing exactly what I was doing, my hips involuntarily started pumping my boy meat in and out of his throat as my hands caressed his head and stroked his ebony hair. God, I needed to be able to shoot my load and enjoy the rewards from these efforts and I didn't know how much longer my body would hold out.

After several erotic, stimulating minutes of this treatment, my body tensed and I felt the build-up of my seed deep in my loins. I could feel my cream churning from my nuts and being forced up and out of the tube that led to the tip of my penis. When I had reached the point where I thought my body was going to explode into a million pieces, David jammed his index finger into my rectum and started moving it around. When he touched something just behind my stiff mast, I began to see stars and a rush of colors as my hot cum exploded from my cock and flooded David's suctioning orifice. With the force of a fire hose, several shots of thick creamy boy seed flooded David's throat and nearly caused him to choke. He was able to control his gag reflex long enough to start swallowing what was contained within before the next wave refilled his hungry opening. He continued to suck and feed upon my soupy broth until there was nothing left in my geyser spout to retrieve. Hesitantly, he let my limp sausage fall from his lips and plop onto my abdomen.

When David had finished giving me the same amount of pleasure I had given him, we both laid on the bed, totally spent and unable to move any muscles in our bodies. Not only had he drained all of my boy juice from my groin but he had suctioned off all of my strength as well. We fell asleep, on top of the covers, and we didn't hear another sound for more than two hours. When we awoke, we decided to shower together and then discuss our experience.

"As impossible as it is to believe," I began, "it just keeps getting better and better."

"It sure does and we've still got several new things to try."

"Yeah, and after you rammed that finger up my butt hole, I'm beginning to think that even the butt fucking doesn't sound that bad. Who knows? Maybe in a month or two I'll be ready to try that too."

"I'll be counting the days until you're ready," David said with that sexy gleam in his eye. "I'll be counting each and every day until I can finally have all of you."

Chapter 6
A Time for Giving Thanks

The next holiday was Halloween. We didn't get any time off from school but, as luck would have it, the day for witches and goblins fell on a Friday. This meant some time alone for us, after the routine of trick-or-treating was done.

We wanted to select costumes that would show that we were a pair but most of those types of costumes were of the male/female variety. Since neither of us wanted to dress in drag, we settled on going as Batman and Robin. Of course, I graciously allowed David to be Batman. He was taller and, as far as I was concerned, more powerful and more handsome. No discussion. It was a done deal.

Halloween night we went door-to-door collecting our sweet loot and then we goofed around with some of our other friends from school. You know, the time-honored toilet paper and shaving cream routine. As the evening drew to a close, we headed to David's house. I already had permission to stay over and return home Saturday morning.

We were tired from running around all evening and decided that we wouldn't stay up late. We kissed and cuddled, but not much more. Sex was nice but not necessary for our relationship. It was the proverbial icing on the cake but we liked the plain old cake as well. As long as we were together, nothing else really seemed to matter.

When we awoke the following morning, we began making our plans for the next big holiday – Thanksgiving. We knew we'd have to spend that Thursday with our families, doing that traditional dinner thing, and David would be spending the weekend with his father but that left us the entire day Friday, for just us. We figured I could come over late Thursday evening and spend the night, then return home Saturday morning. Man, could it get much better?

The days of November passed in a blur, school and family dominating our lives, but not so totally that we didn't have each other constantly in our thoughts. As Thanksgiving Day arrived, we began to count the minutes until our next rendezvous. Family time was nice and it was a great meal but I started to get antsy as we moved closer to the evening hours. Mom let me leave a little early so I could ride my bike to town before it got dark. Not wanting to disturb David's family time, I hung around the school for a while before sneaking into the tree house.

Just before the last rays of sunlight disappeared, I was looking out of one of the tree house windows when I saw David walk out on the back deck. He just seemed to slink along aimlessly and didn't look particularly happy. I was beginning to wonder if his family time had been less enjoyable than mine and called out to him to inquire.

"What's up, handsome? Long day?"

"Damn! You're here. I've been going crazy wondering where you were. I thought maybe your mom wouldn't let you break away from the family thing or, even worse, that you got into an accident on the way here. Get your ass down here before I come up there and spank you for making me worry."

"I don't know. That spanking thing sounds like it might be fun but, okay, I'm on my way down."

David had walked out into the yard to meet me and he greeted me with a bear hug that left me gasping for air. I guess that, maybe, he really had been worried about me. Damn, isn't that sweet? How could anyone not love someone this warm and caring? We slipped up the back stairs to David's room, closed the door, and just stood there holding each other and giving the other one soft, passionate kisses. Neither of us was in a hurry to make a move toward the bed but it's not like we didn't want to. After many minutes of this romantic exchange, we sat down on the mattress and started to talk.

"Damn. If that's how you're going to treat me when you've been worried about me, I think I'm going to give you more to worry about."

"Don't you dare! I was a nervous wreck, worrying about you. I thought you were going to knock on the back door when you arrived. If you promise not to put me through that again, I promise that I'll give you the same treatment even if you don't drive me nuts."

"Well? Can I trust you to keep your word? I might have to think about that for a while. Okay, time's up. I thought about it and I'm going to hold you to your word and, if your word is as good as the rest of you, then I guess I have nothing to worry about."

Slowly, I moved toward David and planted another long, passionate kiss on those full, sweet lips. When we broke our embrace, I started to lift his shirt over his head, unfasten his pants, and remove all of his clothing.

"You're mine now, stud, and I'm going to make it up to you for causing you to worry."

"Great, and I'll give you my apology for being mad, by pleasing you."

Having said that, David started to undress me, nearly ripping some of my garments in his haste. When we were both completely naked, we moved toward the bed and started to get on it. Suddenly, David jumped up and bolted toward the door.

"Almost forgot to lock it and, well, we can't be too careful now, can we?"

"Good thinking. Now, get over here before I start suffering from withdrawal."

"But you haven't even entered me yet so how can you be suffering from withdrawal?"

"You know what I mean. Don't tease me. I need to feel every inch of you and there are some inches that I'm looking forward to more than others."

"Gotcha!"

David moved back to the bed and we started kissing and stroking each other's smooth, warm body. I knew that we were both beginning to feel the heat and the need for a sexual release. Our breathing started to quicken, there was fire in our fingertips, and the beating of our hearts echoed in our ears. Slowly, I worked my way around so we both had access to each other's boyhood. Although we had never tried it before, we both had seen pictures of others in the infamous '69' position. I knew that this was beginning to excite David because, in between all the foreplay, I could hear little utterances of excitement, like "Oh, yeah," "Far out," and "You know what I want, baby!"

We tongue-whipped each other into a frenzy. We brought each other to the brink of ecstasy so many times and then backed off to let the moment last as long as possible. We were fast approaching that moment of no return when I decided to try one more thing. I wet the fingers of my right hand with my mouth and, then, brought that hand up to David's smooth, white butt. Slowly, I tried to insert the first finger into his rectum but I met some initial resistance. After David realized what I was trying to do, he relaxed and my finger slid into his hot hole. I moved that digit back and forth in his tunnel and then I began to swirl it around and move it from side to side in his sensitive anus. Then I inserted a second finger and mimicked my earlier movements before I finally slipped in a third digit and repeated the activity once more. Once he had understood what I was up to, David had been matching my every movement and I could feel the tension building in my body each time one his fingers would brush that magic spot which I now know is my prostate. I'm sure that David was experiencing the same glorious feelings as I searched out and manipulated his magic button as well.

Without warning, another wave of pleasure swept over my body, tingling every single nerve ending from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, and I felt that tidal wave in my groin begin to rush toward the shoreline and adjoining cave that was David's waiting tongue and mouth. Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward, forcing my rod deeper into David's throat, and a second later he was doing the same thing to me. It was then that I felt it. The eruption of the volcanic lava flow of cum both leaving my body through my shaft and the equally awesome flow of hot magma washing over my gums and spraying the sensitive lining of my mouth. It was wonderful and, once again, we had raised the bar of our love making expectations to an even higher level.

We slumped back onto the bed and onto the soft sheets and pillows while we waited to regain our strength. When our senses had returned enough so we could speak to each other about what we had just experienced, we shared our feeling with each other.

"Billy? Are you all right? That was fantastic! How could anybody not wish to experience such a powerful and mind shattering experience? Man, Billy, I love you so much that I think that I would die or kill myself if we couldn't be together."

"Don't talk like that! Nothing will ever happen to us, because I feel the same way. Even if, by some remote and minuscule chance that something might temporarily separate us, then we'll move heaven and earth to find a way back into each other's arms. Any such parting would be involuntary and we can overcome that, as long as neither of us does anything foolish. Promise me, here and now, that you will never consider any choice that would permanently keep us from the other's love."

"You know I would never…"

"Promise!"

"Okay. I promise that I will never do anything like that."

"Good. Now, we must seal that promise with a kiss."

David flashed me his 'this was all just for a smooch' grin and he leaned forward to give me the sweetest, most loving kiss we had ever exchanged. I knew from this that he would never do anything that would jeopardize our love.

After many minutes of embracing, David got up, moved over to the television and flicked on the soft glow of the electronic sideshow. He threw me the remote and spoke.

"You find something on the tube while I go to the toilet and then we will cuddle up together on the bed and watch some show until we fall asleep. How's that sound to you?"

"Like I keep telling you, as long as I'm with you, I'm happy doing anything."

Hearing that, David entered the bathroom and prepared himself for bed. When he returned, I got up and did the same and then I came back to my partner. I had found some old, well maybe ten years or so, comedy movie on the cable and we hunkered down to watch it. It really turned out to be quite a funny film and we had several real belly laughs before it ended. As the credits started to roll down the screen, David flicked the remote, turning the boob tube off, put his arm around my neck, and pulled me down under the covers to cuddle into a blissful slumber.

When I awoke the following morning, I lay wrapped in David's warm embrace until he also stirred to life. We started talking about a whole bunch of mundane topics before I decided that I had to ask David a serious question.

"David? What do you want for Christmas?"

"Nothing. I have everything that I need."

"No, really, what can I get you for Christmas?"

"Look, Billy, you don't have to get me anything. Just wrap a bow around your body Christmas Eve and that would be the best gift I could ever hope for."

"Well, you already know that you'll be getting that gift but I want to buy you something that you really want."

"Billy, don't take this wrong, but I know you and your family don't have a lot of money and I don't want you wasting what you do have on me. All I need is your love and to feel your gentle touch. You couldn't buy me anything better than that."

"Well, I will be buying you something, even if you won't cooperate. You might get something you enjoy more if you play along and give me some hints."

"It looks like I'm not going to be able to stop you, I never can, but I'm sure I'll love anything that you select. Just don't spend a lot of money. Okay?"

"We'll see about that."

"What do you want?"

"You!"

"That's a given," David said with a huge grin on his face.

"Pretty confident of yourself, aren't you?"

"No. I just know what you like."

"Yeah, you're right. Like you said, I, too, will love anything that you buy for me. As long as it's a gift from your heart, I know that it will be perfect."

"And you say that I'm not helpful."

"You get what you give." I gave David a playful punch to the shoulder as I said it.

"In that case, get over here because I have something I want to give you."

"You horny little devil. Don't you ever think of anything else?"

"Nope. Just about you and everything that goes with you."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't complain. You do have exquisite taste."

"Yours isn't so bad either. You did pick me."

With that comment, I picked up a pillow off the bed and hurled it at David's head. He ducked out of the way, it wasn't even close, and he dove on me, wrestling me to the bed. He ended up on top of me, pinning my arms down with his legs, and he started to tickle me.

"Promise you won't ever do that again. You must never attack me and you must promise me that you'll always be nice to me and treat me with respect."

"I won't! I won't!" I was laughing hysterically even though he had temporarily halted his tickling to get me to agree with everything that he had said.

"Then let the torture continue until this silly lad sees the errors of his way."

The tickling resumed, with me bucking and squirming, trying to get away. Just when I thought that I couldn't take any more, he would pause and then, with a diabolical grin on his lips, begin the assault anew. Finally, I had to promise him that I had learned my lesson and he released me. We decided to shower (together, of course), dress, and go down to breakfast. Then we would see what the rest of the day would bring.

Chapter 7
A Time for Peace, Hope and Especially Love

The harder I thought about it, the farther away I seemed to get from any appropriate suggestion. I was pulling my hair out and nearly ready to scream when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Billy, it's me. Look, I want to discuss Christmas."

Oh, great. Here I am without even a small thought about what to get him and he wants to confirm his plans.

"Yeah, what do you want to talk about?"

"Don't sound so enthused."

"Sorry, I was just trying to solve a problem. Nothing serious."

"Good. Look, Christmas is on Thursday and Dad wants me to go with him to Connecticut to see my grandparents."

Oh, no! Our Christmas is going to be in ruins.

"Well, he wants to leave on Wednesday and return on Sunday. I don't really want to go but I don't think my dad is going to give in on this one. Don't worry, though, we'll have the whole next week and we'll have New Year's Eve together because my dad has other plans, plans that don't include me. Will that be all right with you?"

I was still thinking about all that he just told me and I couldn't respond.

"Billy! Billy! Answer me. I know this isn't what you wanted. It's not what I wanted either, but I'm being outranked on this. I'll make it up to you. I promise. Please, please, speak to me. Tell me it's okay. Tell me that you still love me. Please, Billy."

"I'm okay, really. I was just thinking it over. I do love you, David, and the next week will be just fine. Have a good time at your grandparents' and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just have a good time and I'll count the hours until you return."

"Thanks for being so supportive. It means a lot to me to know that you understand my situation. I promise I'll make it up to you. Really, I will."

"You can count on that because I'll make sure that you do. I'll see you at school before you leave. I love you, hot stuff. I just don't have to worry about that happening to me because I live with my grandparents. Who knows? If I didn't live with them, it might be me calling you to explain a similar situation."

"Everything you do and say only makes me love you more. Thanks, again, and I'll see you on Monday. See you in my dreams, cannon boy."

Wow! He still remembers that first time when he said I shot like a cannon. Man, he's so special.

I stood there, just holding the receiver in my hand, when Mom came in and asked me to run a little errand for her.

"Honey. When you're done on the phone, would you mind running down to the drug store and picking up a couple of things for me? Your grandfather has driven over to visit one of his friends who is in the hospital and I don't think he'll be back until after the store closes. "

"Sure, Mom. No problem. It will be nice to get out of the house for a while."

"Thanks, honey. Here's my list and here's the money. There should be a couple of dollars left over so you can get a little something for yourself."

I kissed my mom, got my bike, and left for the store. One of the things that my mom needed was a prescription and the pharmacist said it would take about twenty minutes for him to fill it. Instead of just waiting, I went and got the other things that she needed and then I just started walking around the store. That's when I saw it. That's when it came to me that I had finally found my perfect gift, at least part of it, for David. I grabbed the item from the shelf, headed back to the pharmacy to get the prescription, and then I paid for everything.

I couldn't believe it. After all of the time that I spent looking for the perfect gift, I go and find it by accident while running an errand for my mother. I guess that I'll have to thank her for sending me in the first place.

I was so excited on the way home, planning how I would present this special present. Before I reached our door, I had all of the details worked out in my head. This was going to be great. Not only was it an ideal surprise but I could also honor David's request and not spend a lot of money on him. He was going to love this and I just knew it. Now I'm going to have to control myself until the day we exchange our presents.

The week of Christmas dragged slowly, except for Christmas Day. I really did have a nice time with my family and everyone was so happy. I only had to hold out a few more days until my lover returned. It would be hard but I was determined to do it.

We agreed that I would come to his house the Monday after Christmas, and Mom and Grandpa had already given me permission to stay until the day after New Year's. New Year's Day was on a Thursday so we wouldn't go back to school until the following Monday. That would give us from Monday morning until Friday afternoon to make up for the time we had been apart. David also promised me that I would get to meet his father some time during that week. Wow, this was going to be great!

Monday finally arrived. I had already packed all the things I was going to need and David's Christmas present into my backpack. I threw the satchel over my arms, jumped onto my bike, and pedaled as fast as was possible. I literally flew to my lover's side, anticipating his reaction to my special gift. As I pulled my bike into his driveway, the door opened and David came running out to greet me.

"Man, did I miss you. Get in here so we can talk or whatever."

"I think I prefer the whatever."

He grinned at me, grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me into his house. We went straight to his room, as some of the domestic help would be working daily over the holidays, and we opted for the solitude of his private quarters. As soon as the door closed behind us, David embraced me and smothered me in kisses.

"Hey, big boy, don't forget to lock the door," I whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, right. We don't want any uninvited guests wandering into our party now, do we?"

"Oh, you've got a party planned? Who's invited?"

"Just you and me. This is a very small, intimate affair."

"Speak for yourself, Bud. I'm not bringing any 'very small' things into this affair."

"Yeah, yeah. The last time I looked, yours was smaller than mine."

"Oh, you're one of those, are you?" I commented, faking a hurt expression on my face. "I guess that I'll have to show you what you get for spying on other people."

"I'd love to oblige you but we haven't got time. At least not now, we don't. I want to give you a little something I found. Something you might enjoy."

"Well, you probably found it in your pants, right where it has always been, but I'm still looking forward to getting it."

"No, dummy. I'm talking about a little Christmas gift I bought for you. Don't jerk around and spoil the moment."

"Sorry. You know I can't resist playing off of you… or on you… or with you, for that matter."

"Enough." David reached into one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a small, elaborately wrapped box and handed it to me. "Merry Christmas to a bad little boy from his Santa Claus."

I hesitantly unwrapped the package, unsure if I wanted to destroy the beautiful wrapping job, and I found a small jewelry box. My hands started to tremble because it looked like it was from one of those real expensive jewelry stores. I lifted the lid and found a thin gold chain that had two small, golden charms dangling from it. I looked carefully at the charms and they appeared to be identical, both of some ancient man carrying a clay-type jug. Each one was inlaid with a purple stone.

"If you're wondering, those are our zodiac signs. We're both Aquarius, the water carrier. The small stone is an amethyst, our birthstone. When you wear this around your neck, it will allow both of our signs to be nestled close to your heart, a place where I always want to stay. I had an identical chain made for me, so I could do the same."

With that, he reached under his shirt and withdrew his chain to confirm what he had just told me. I was very nearly in tears by the time he finished and I threw my arms around him and squeezed him for all he was worth.

"I love the present but I can't accept it. You spent far too much money for it and I would feel guilty. You told me not to spend a lot on you and I honored your request. All though it comes from the heart, my gift pales next to yours."

"Never. The money's not the important thing, it's the thought. I could spend a lot of money on you because my dad has a lot of money. You don't. You will accept this from me and I know I will treasure your gift as much I think you will treasure mine."

I hugged him again and started kissing his entire face. God, how could one small boy make me so happy and how could I have been so lucky as to find him? Maybe God does love me and, if I do say so myself, he has a wonderful way of showing it.

I knew it was now time to produce my small offering. I grabbed my backpack and reached into it, extracting a small, hastily wrapped package. I handed it David. He ripped the paper to get to his prize, looked at it quizzically and then looked at me.

"It's only the first part of your present," I explained to him. "The second part is what you've wanted for a long time."

He looked more confused now than before as he concentrated on my words. Then, as if a light bulb had been turned on in his head, he smiled a wicked smile and spoke.

"You mean…?"

"That's exactly what I mean," I said before he could finish. "I've decided that I want you to make love to me."

David started jumping around like a kid in a candy store. If you think about it, it was pretty much the same thing. He was going to get the treat that he desired the most. He grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him before he began to hug me with all of the enthusiasm that he could muster. He kept thanking me over and over again, to the point of sheer annoyance. I guess that I was right and this was the perfect gift for him.

I started undressing, trying to make it look more like a striptease for David, until I shed my last article of clothing, my briefs. I walked over to where he stood and I started undressing him, savoring every second of it and making sure that he enjoyed it too. When I finally had David as naked as the day he was born, I pulled him onto the bed and whispered "Merry Christmas" into his ear.

I attacked his body like a hungry dog, licking and sucking every surface in sight. David was doing the same to me, when I reached for the bottle of baby oil that David had just unwrapped. I opened the cap and poured a generous amount in David's hand and then more into mine.

"I'll lube the piston while you grease the crankcase," I said to him, hoping he understood. He did. I guess I didn't really have to worry about that. When we were both slicked up, I gave him the command.

"Okay, sucker. Assume the position."

"Which position?"

I thought for a moment before I realized that there was more than one way to do the deed, as we witnessed via the pictures on the net. I made my choice and then got ready. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed and I slid a pillow under my butt, to make it easier for him to enter. I pulled my knees back to my chest and then I looked pleadingly at my lover. I wanted to witness every second of this special time and I wanted to see everything he was doing and every expression that would cross his face.

"You know which position now?" I asked him jokingly.

I didn't have to say any more. David sprang up in front of me and started to probe my rectum with the oily fingers he used before. First he used one, then two, and finally three digits to loosen my chute. I knew I was ready now and I told him so.

"I'm not going to get any looser than this. Do it now, I want to feel you inside of me."

David moved his stiff penis up to my hole and lined it up with my opening. Slowly, he pushed his rod against my puckered hole until the head finally popped past the muscular ring and slipped into my virgin rectum. I moaned slightly, more in pleasure than in pain, but David froze in place until I signaled him to continue. After receiving my reassurance that he was not hurting me, he pushed his boner steadily forward and into my love tunnel until his soft, curly pubic hairs were gently brushing against my butt cheeks. He paused briefly, I'm not sure if it was to give me time to adjust or to give him an opportunity to enjoy the sensation of the soft lining of my insides tightly squeezing his tube of masculinity.

"Man, that sure is tight," David uttered breathlessly. "Neither of us ever gripped my pecker that hard before but, boy, does it feel good. Are you sure that you're ready?"

"I am ready, but pecker? When did you start calling it that?"

"Guess that's it just something I picked up while visiting my grandfather. One night he was joking with me and he asked me if I ever played with my pecker."

We both laughed. "Don't forget what you're doing, big boy. Ram that hot pecker into me and make me feel it. Move it."

David started sliding his hard boyhood in and out of my hole. He brought it back until only the head remained in me and then he would shove the shaft back in as far as it would go. He kept up a nice, slow, steady rhythm and it felt wonderful.

"Faster! Harder," I cried in delight. "Let me savor everything you have to offer."

David not only picked up his pace but his breathing got deeper and more intense. Then he started to moan, little deep growls, which soon turned into screams of pleasure. He was going like a madman now, attacking my butt with an urgency that neither of us had ever known before. He made that final thrust, pushing that hot poker in as deeply as possible, before he gave up his seed. Suddenly, my intestines were flooded with a fireworks display of hot boy juice. David threw his head back, his body jerking with every powerful load he shot into me, and he cried out in pure joy. He made so much noise that I began to worry that one of the staff might try to break into the room to discover the source of the disturbance, but David began to calm down as the last of his load filled my tunnel of love.

When David shot his first load into me, it triggered a reaction from deep within my body and sent me over the edge as well. As his second and third blasts exploded into me, my own penis sprang to life, unleashing its own torrent of love juices. My hose sprayed over both of us and my load formed a seal between us when David's spent torso collapsed onto mine. We lay like this until David began to stir and, slowly, returned to the world around him. Now, he kissed me greedily and I responded in like fashion with him. Two young men, so much in love, reveling in the sensations of the greatest act of love two people can share.

"I know that it always seems like I say the same thing but I really mean it. It just keeps getting better and better. Thank you, so much. No one has ever given me a present with so much love and so much concern that I would like it. I love you, Billy. I have for months. I do today and I will tomorrow and all of the tomorrows that follow that. You are the single greatest thing I have ever known or that has ever touched my life. Even though you didn't spend much money to give your gift to me, I would have gladly given all of mine and my father's wealth to enjoy such incredible joy."

He kissed me once more and then moved beside me before he pulled me tightly into him, letting me enjoy his tender, loving embrace.

We didn't do anything more that day but, over the days that followed, we kept switching from the giving to receiving ends and we experimented with every position that we had learned about in the stories. We cemented our love in every possible way, trying to please our partner with any and every move we made. This was the first year I can remember where I really felt the true meaning of Christmas, where the giving was far more important that the receiving. That is to say, the giving of love and pleasure to David was more satisfying than any of the material things that came my way.

New Year's wasn't so bad either. I finally got to meet David's dad. Although the introduction was short and sweet, he seemed to be a nice guy. I planned to try to get to know him real well, so he would accept me as part of the family. If I wanted to spend some of my weekend time with David, I saw that I would have to win him over to make that possible.

I guess I don't have to tell you how we rang in the New Year, either. We did take a break long enough to make our New Year's Resolution. We pledged that we were going to make the coming year the best year of our young lives. Then we vowed that every year after that would just be better than the one that preceded it.

Chapter 8
A Celebration of Life

We both knew that we could never surpass what happened over Christmas so we weren't even going to try. What we were going to do was revel in each other and thank the Lord for the other's birth. We were both to become teenagers and we thought that this would suggest a more solemn observance of our ascension into adulthood than most birthday parties tend to provide.

We were each making plans to celebrate our real birthdays with our families. David's birthday fell on a Saturday, so his father planned to take him on a very special trip for the weekend. My birthday was the following Monday, so my mom was planning a family party on the same Saturday as David's birthday. We both appreciated these plans and the effort that our loved ones were putting into them for us, but we wanted our private celebration to be something special for just the two of us to share. To accomplish that was going to take a lot of thought and a lot of work.

I wasn't sure that I was up to the task. I mean, I only figured out what gift to give David for Christmas by chance and at nearly the last second. I wasn't sure that I would have any more success this time and I knew that I could never be that lucky again. I did promise myself to try my hardest, though I just wasn't overly confident in my abilities.

My approach was slightly different this time, however. Instead of focusing on a gift, I started to watch love and romance movies on television and I started to rent the same type of videos. I was hoping that one of these would give me that special theme or idea, around which I could plan my portion of the day. After twenty or thirty movies, all I had was a whole repertoire of mushy cliches and a good idea of what I didn't want to happen. Here I go again.

I searched and searched for that one thing about David's life that I most wanted to celebrate and, no, it was not going to be any of his sex organs, although those aren't bad. No, we've always said that sex was secondary; we could live without it but we enjoyed it when it was available. I wanted to transcend the mundane and the trivial and celebrate the essence of my lover. Now, all I had to do was to determine what that mystical thing was. I guess this might, indeed, be rocket science and I didn't even have a start on my degree.

In between my bouts of trying to find the answer to this conundrum, my life went on as usual. School was going well, life at home was smooth, and my love life was a twelve on a scale of one to ten. Up until the time I met David, I never had very high expectations for my future. I guess my outlook had been greatly jaded by the reality of my family's situation but now I knew the sky was the limit. That's why David's birthday observance was so important to me.

I wanted this to be even better than Christmas, so I had to focus on my goal. This time around, though, I was trying to scrape up every penny I could find, to add to my left over Christmas money, to buy David a special gift. I would settle for nothing cheap or homegrown this time around.

I decided to take a little break and give David a call.

"Hello."

"David, it's me. What are you doing?"

"Thinking about our next get-together. Do you have any definite suggestions yet?"

"No. How about you?"

"Not yet, but I think I've got an idea about what I want to get you, though."

"Yeah, I've got an idea for you too," I lied to make him feel better, "but we've got to have something better than just presents."

"You're right. We need some kind of a magic moment."

"Bingo," I replied when a blinding light went off in my head. I wish all of my problems could be solved so easily.

"What's that supposed to mean? Hello? Billy? Are you still there?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I just kind of zoned out there for a minute."

"So what's up, space cadet?"

"Nothing, honest."

"Oh, come on. Tell me what it was that made you tune me out."

" I said it was nothing."

"Do I have to pout and cry over the phone?" I could just picture the pathetic expression that he was showing on his face as he said this. "Come on. Tell me what it was that was more important than your talking to me."

"I give. I was just thinking about you. More precisely, I was thinking about what I want to do for you for your birthday."

"This is getting good. Tell me more," David pleaded.

"No. This is for your birthday. You'll find out then."

"Please?????"

"NO! I'm not giving in. If you keep whining I'm going to hang up."

"No. Don't do that. You win but, now, you're going to make me think about our conversation all night to try to figure out what you're hiding from me."

"Damn nosy, aren't you?"

"Maybe, but only when it comes to you. I need to know everything about you. Your every like, your every thought, your every desire. I don't want to leave you any opening to slip away."

"You don't have to worry about that. The only thing you might have to worry about is how to get rid of me when you find you want someone or something else."

"That's not a problem because that day will never come."

"I'm happy to hear that. Sorry, but I've got to go. Got to start putting my plan into action. Try not to let curiosity kill my poor little kitty cat because I couldn't bear that. Gotta go. Love you. Bye."

I didn't even give him a chance to respond because I was afraid he would keep giving me his version of the third degree and, sometimes, I just can't resist his little boy charms.

Now was a time for action. I had a lot to prepare to be totally ready for this special night. I started by talking to my mom and asking her a bunch of questions. I figured that she would be able to answer most of them and, no, she wouldn't be able to figure anything out by the questions I asked. I'm not sure how she and my grandparents would react if they found out I was gay and that David was my lover.

I had heard my grandfather tell his friends some homophobic jokes on the rare occasions that I accompanied him on his visits and I always felt that he was not an overly accepting person. No, this was one fact that would probably be best not to disclose. I guess that it's back to the closet with my life. I just can't afford for anyone to find out my secret.

As I suspected, mom was very helpful. In fact, she surprised me and outdid herself in assisting me with my plans for our private party. Although she didn't realize it, she answered or steered me toward the answer for every obstacle I faced. Now, I had to do the leg work to set the wonderful plan for this evening into motion.

The days leading to our special night slipped steadily onward until it was the Sunday that would begin our special time. That Sunday afternoon, I showered and then dressed in my best clothes. This had to be perfect. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth – didn't need any bad breath to spoil the mood, trimmed my nails, and then inspected my appearance over and over again in the mirror. When I was satisfied that everything was just right, I grabbed my pre-packed backpack and headed out the door.

I decided to walk my bike, instead of ride it, because I didn't want the wind to mess up my appearance or take the chance of ripping or catching my pants in the chain. Walking took me so much longer but I arrived about five o'clock, only to find David sitting on his front stoop, dressed in his suit. Damn, he looked hot!

"Great. Dad left early and we're on our own. May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the party room."

"Wow. What fine manners you have, young sir. Did your dad send you to a finishing school as his present for your birthday?"

"Don't start. I'm not going to let you spoil my plans."

"You're quite right. Please, lead the way."

David opened the front door, took me by the arm, and led me into the house. He led me straight up to his bedroom, so I began to wonder what his present might be. When he opened the door to his room, I saw how much trouble he had taken in preparing for tonight. There was a soft glow in the room, from a small lamp and several candles placed strategically about. As I walked in, his CD was playing My Special Angel softly in the background. I recognized the song because it was another one of those 'oldies' my mom played around the house. I assumed he must have borrowed it from his dad and set it on repeat play before he went out to greet me. I came to that conclusion after the song started to play again.

As David began to fiddle with different things, I listened to the words of the song. I guess I've never really listened to them before but they were really romantic.

"You are my special angel
Sent from up above
The Lord smiled down on me
And sent an angel to love

You are my special angel
Right from paradise
I know that you're an angel
Heaven is in your eyes

The smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine
Tears from your eyes bring the rain
I feel your touch, your warm embrace
And I'm in heaven again

You are my special angel
Through eternity
I'll have my special angel
Here to watch over me."

"I don't really. This is a song that my dad used to play for my mom on her birthday and on their anniversary. I just thought it was kind of fitting for tonight."

"That's sweet. It really is a lovely song."

After saying that, I began to study the room, again. There was a small table on the far side of the bed, with a cake, two small plates and two forks beside it. When David finished making his final adjustments, he came back to where I was standing. He took my hand and led me to the table and directed me to a chair. He pulled it out and asked me to sit. Then he sat in the other chair, while still holding my hand.

"I've been excited all day. My father knew something was up but I explained it away by telling him I was giving you a surprise party for your birthday. I think he was a little confused when I told him no one else was coming, just the two of us." He paused, looking kind of nervous. He kept looking at me and then around the room before he spoke again.

"I can't delay this any longer. I want to give you your presents."

Presents. That means more than one. Damn. He did it to me again. I only got him one present and he's gone and one-upped me again.

"I want to give you this one first."

He handed me a small box, almost identical to the one he gave me for Christmas. Nervously, I unwrapped it. It was another jewelry box and as I opened it, with trembling fingers, there was a single gold charm. It was a tiny little angel.

"This gift has two meanings behind it. The first you may have guessed from the song I have been playing. Billy, you truly are my special angel."

Like a little girl, I just starting crying – no, sobbing hysterically. I've never heard anything so sweet in my entire life. David walked over and wrapped his arms around me, trying to will his own strength into my body to help me take control of the moment. When I finally got myself back together, he gave me a sweet kiss and went back to his seat.

"The second meaning behind that gift," he began again, "is to let you know that I want to be your guardian angel and protect you always."

Here we go again. Once more I was overcome with another bout with tears and, once more, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have this boy of mine love me as he does. Again, he approached me and tried to help me regain my composure. All I could do was look into those electrifying brown eyes and try to let him know how much I truly loved him. Now, he was on one knee beside me, afraid to go back to his seat and leave me alone.

"I'm sure that you know that this charm is to go on the chain I got you for Christmas."

All I could do was to nod in agreement.

"Now, please accept this second small gift."

I lowered my head in shame at how much more he had done for me but David pushed another little package into my hand. This appeared to be identical to the first gift, at least on the exterior. Again, I fumbled, trying to open it, my hands not working in perfect harmony with the rest of my body. David saw the difficulty I was having and he assisted me in my efforts. He left me with the small jewelry box and I worked to lift the lid. This time my reaction was totally different and I burst out laughing.

David seemed to be relieved by my outburst and started laughing right along with me. In the box was a little gold cannon. He certainly didn't have to explain this one to me.

I hugged and hugged David, as he knelt next to me, and finally I was able to tell him it would take me a few minutes before I could make my presentation. He nodded understandingly and smiled lovingly in my direction. When I felt that I could do what I had prepared to do, I stood up and began to speak.

"I thought about many things before I decided on your gift. I wanted to give you some symbol to show the one thing about you that makes me most want to celebrate your birth. At first, I ran through all the obvious choices, your face, your eyes, your smile, your incredible body, and that wonderful fifth appendage that you have. I realized that these weren't it.

"Now, I went deeper. Maybe it was your wonderful mind, your tenderness, your understanding, or your forgiving nature. Although these are wonderful things about you, these qualities weren't the one special thing that I loved most about you. Then I figured it out."

With that, I handed David my gift. It was a small package, very similar to the ones that he gave to me, and when he opened it he found a small golden heart.

"This, too, has a double meaning," I said, choking back my tears. "The first is, the most important thing about you is your large heart. The heart that accepted me so completely, the one that you gave me without reservation and the one that I shall cherish until the day I die.

"The second reason I wanted to give you that heart was to let you know how much you touched my heart and that, for all intent and purposes, I was giving my heart to you."

We embraced and held onto each other as if our lives depended on it. God, I still can't get over how much we think alike and how very similar our preparations were.

"There is one more part to my portion of this evening and I need a minute to prepare."

I left my gorgeous hunk standing there alone as I retrieved my next surprise from my backpack. I strode over to his CD player, which was still playing "You Are My Special Angel" and switched it for the CD I had brought with me, the one my mom let me borrow. As it was booting up, I walked back to David.

"May I have the honor of this dance?"

He took me lovingly in his arms as we danced to an old, slow song that I had heard my mother play so many times before.

"This magic moment,
So different and so new,
Unlike any other
Until I met you.
And then it happened,
It took me by surprise.
I knew that you felt it too,
I could see it by the look in your eyes…"

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