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In this chapter, Noah learns that sex is not a solution to life's problems when empty sex ends up leaving him feeling empty. On the other hand, Hunter has an incredible sexual experience that has him feeling better about who and what he is.
CHAPTER 18 RELATIONSHIPS
<Eighth Grade, October to December>
By the first week of October, the routine of school had settled in at both Mayfield High School and Mayfield Middle School. But as much as school had become routine, the relationships between various boys were not. The boys were at a volatile age, and that volatility showed itself in many forms. While most of the relationships dealt with just boys, some had to do with girls as well.
<Saturday, October 11, Noah's house>
[NOAH]
It's been almost two months since Bobby's accident. I miss him. I miss him terribly. I get sad thinking of him sometimes, but my parents have been great in helping me get better, and even Doctor No-Spine has her moments. My brothers and my sister have been great, too. But my friends have been the best. I am so lucky to have the friends I have. They had my back from the start and have done their best to treat me normally instead of like somebody who might break. I can't believe how much being treated like a regular kid helps me feel like a regular kid.
Bobby and I did sex a lot, and I miss that. I want to do something again, even if it's just sitting around jerking off with somebody. Except for what happened when Eric's friends were visiting, I haven't done anything but jerk off. The problem with jerking off is sometimes I think of Bobby when I'm doing it, and sometimes when I think of Bobby my private demon tells me if I wasn't so stupid Bobby would be sitting next to me. I hate it when that happens. I know it isn't true, but it keeps sitting in my head anyway, and that's what keeps making me feel like crap. And then my penis goes soft and that takes care of jerking off for awhile.
I want sex with somebody, and I don't mean Shane or Nicky, my brothers. I mean with one of my friends. But when I think of doing something I have to wonder if that makes me a slut. In another week it will be three months. Is there some kind of time limit for when you can have sex after your boyfriend dies? I mean it's not like we were partners who lived together for fifty years. We were both twelve years old the day he died. So, when do I start living again? I need to talk about it with somebody. My parents are the best, but I don't think they know the answer. Dr. No-Spine would just tell me to think sexy thoughts about a tree. Yeah, well, we know what else stands straight up like a tree, and that doesn't take my mind off of sexy things.
I was sure the problem was me being horny, hornier than I have been in almost two months. When I was with Eric and his friends I did sexy things, but I wasn't really horny. What I have right now is hormones- flowing-through-my veins horny. This is being twelve years old and starting to approach puberty horny. This means being so horny I can hardly think. This is so horny that whacking my little, not yet four inch, sexual organ hardly seems like enough. I need to cum with somebody holding me tight while I do it, somebody who isn't my brother.
I finally decided there was only one person I could call; only one person who would not judge me and think I was some horn dog slut, and that was Eric. After all, we'd had sex twice while Bobby and I were boyfriends. But more importantly, we were best friends. The two of us always seemed to be on the same page. We liked the same things, we were smart and good students, we were both dedicated to making the Go to State Team a success, and we were both pubescent gay boys. If anybody was going to understand me it would be Eric, so I picked up the phone and called him to see if he could come over. His answer was an enthusiastic "yes!"
After he arrived at my house we spent time at my computer, most of it playing with my train simulator program. It is fun to operate trains using the simulator, but not nearly as much fun as being at the controls of a real locomotive. We finished up by seeing how fast we could run the Amtrak Acela from Philadelphia to Baltimore without derailing it. I got it up to the top speed at 201 miles per hour, but Eric had the best average speed.
Even while playing games, Eric being at my house made me even more horny. The hornier I got the more guilt I felt from being so horny with another boy. But it was a boy I loved as a friend and have had sex with. My mind was still going into some pretty weird places. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and after beating his Mariners with my Orioles when we played Diamond Mind baseball, I had to say what was on my own mind.
I went over to my bed, sitting on it with my back to the headboard and my legs stretched out in front of me. "Sit next to me, I gotta talk."
Eric shrugged. He came over and sat next to me. "Everybody seems to like talking to me about stuff."
"It's because you're a good listener, you're smart and have good ideas, and you won't blab anything to anybody. Who else talked to you?"
"I can't say."
"See? I rest my case."
Eric smiled at me. It was obvious he was waiting for me to talk. But first I had to look at his smile. I've always thought it was one of the best around, but he's so serious he doesn't use it as much as he should.
"Do you think I'm weird?" I know that sounds like a dumb question, but I had to ask it. This whole business of being horny was bugging me.
"Of course you're not weird. Why are you asking me that?"
"Sometimes I think I'm weird." Eric was sitting so close to me I could feel his leg and shoulder touching mine, which wasn't helping me any.
"Get over it, we all think that sometimes. It's called puberty from what I've been told."
"I know about puberty, I read and listen to the same stuff you do. But, well, I'm all horny. I mean really horny. I miss having sex. I don't mean sex like we did at your house with the Tacoma guys, I mean sex, in bed, with a friend. I wonder if I'm like some kind of sex addict or something. I should be thinking about Bobby, not about sex."
"That's not being weird," Eric told me. "That's just being normal. Why don't you have sex with Shane or Nicky? You've done stuff with them a lot, and they're your brothers, so they live here."
"Having sex with them is kind of like glorified masturbation."
"Only you could turn sex with your brothers into some form of jerking off."
"Well, it's true. I want sex with somebody like you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Two reasons. First, you and me have had sex before. Second, you are my best friend and I love you."
I could see Eric thinking about it. You can always tell when Eric is doing deep thinking because he kind of rubs his upper lip with his lower teeth. I love watching him do it.
"Sorry, Noah, you'll just have to stay horny for awhile."
Even though I half expected that answer from him, I was still really disappointed. It was okay for me to hope he'd say yes, right? But I had to hear from him exactly why he was saying no, even though I had a pretty good idea, so of course I asked him why.
"It's too soon."
"It's always going to be too soon for somebody. I could be fifty years old and somebody will say `it's too soon' and I'll die prematurely from terminal horniness. Who is the expert on when it's not too soon?"
"I'm no expert on it. I just know it's too soon right now because thinking of having sex with you doesn't make me feel comfortable. I mean the idea of you and me taking our clothes off right now and romping around on your bed...well, it doesn't turn me on."
"So, I don't turn you on?" I knew that was a stupid and petty question, but I was getting a little peeved at not getting my way, which is not how I usually am. Maybe I wasn't as healed as I thought I was.
"Noah, you've turned me on ever since I realized I really liked boys and was gay, probably even before that. I mean you officially turned me on...I mean, well, hell, I'm not saying this right."
Actually he was saying it right. I could tell just from how he was fumbling around how much he liked me, so I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to make him feel better. But I still needed to prod him some. I mean right then at that moment I really wanted him, and the hard steel rod in my pants was not letting me forget that.
"So, how will I know when you want to have sex with me again?"
"I have no clue, because I don't know when I will want to. It just doesn't seem right to do it now."
I didn't tell him that it seemed right to me, because that wouldn't be the right thing to do. We both sat on the bed quietly. Small as my dick was, it was putting a definite bulge in my sweats, and I wasn't making any effort to hide it. I knew that Eric knew that it was there.
"I have an idea how we can tell," Eric said. I liked how he used the word "we" instead of "I".
"How."
"We start dating each other. Do stuff together, go out together. You know, do things like we did today. I mean people will think we're best friends doing stuff, because they know that we're best friends. For us it will be like going out on dates. And if we go out together and keep doing stuff together a lot and just plain hang out together, then one day doing sex will just seem right for both of us. At least that's how I see it."
I liked his idea. It was such a good one I wish I'd thought of it first. We could have lots of "dates" at each other's houses, but I think we both wanted some real dates, too. Of course, in a small town there weren't too many places we could go on a date, but I quickly came up with a thought for a first date. "On Thursday we have the middle school's one night football game""
Our undefeated football team was playing Kentburg's undefeated football team. "We could go out for burgers or pizza before the game and then go to the game together," I said. "I mean we can still date and hang with our friends at the same time right?" There is no way we'd go to a game and not sit with our teammates and buddies.
"Of course...but when we eat it will be just the two of us."
"I vote for burgers on this date."
"I will make it unanimous...Bob's Burger Barn it is."
And that is how we set up our first date. Dating Eric made me feel happy, but it didn't make me feel less horny. As Eric left I had to ask him one thing.
"I still feel like I need sex with somebody," I told him.
"I still think you're crazy." He smiled when he said that, but I knew what he meant; what I really needed to do was go up in my room and jerk off. These hormones are starting to rage in my twelve year old body at exactly the wrong time.
"If I find somebody to do it once with me, would you be mad?"
"No. I mean it's not like we're boyfriends or anything."
"And if we were boyfriends, then what would you think?"
"I'd think I'd give you everything you wanted."
I gave Eric a big hug and watched him grab his bike and leave. Seeing him wear his helmet gave me a good feeling. I went into the house and made a phone call. I was pretty sure the answer to my question would be no, but since there was a chance it would be yes, I made the call.
<Friday, October 17, Rich's house>
Marty and Rich sat in Rich's room, clad only in t-shirts and boxers. They'd been at the high school football game against Meadow Park, which Mayfield had lost 21-20. It was their first loss of the season.
"It wasn't a good week for Mayfield football, that's for sure," Marty said.
"Not at all. Everybody lost," Rich said.
Along with the Mayfield varsity loss, Rich and Marty had played in the JV game that afternoon, which was a 24-13 loss to Meadow Park at Meadow Park. And the night before they'd gone to the middle school game and watched Kentburg give the Titans their first loss, 20-18.
They talked football a while longer. They'd already said good-night to Rich's parents, who were getting used to Marty spending most of his weekends in Rich's bed. They were happy to see Rich and Marty back on good terms and figured Rich's queen size bed was big enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably, not realizing that they slept cuddled so close that a twin bed would have worked just as well. Of course a twin wouldn't have been big enough for the nights Rich's eleven year old brother Mikey snuck into the bed and slept with the two teens.
"I still need to figure out what to do about Noah," Marty said. Noah had been talking to Marty about having sex with him on Saturday, which was the next day. Noah reminded Marty that he had promised to do so when Noah felt he was ready.
"I'm ready now," Noah had said.
"Do you think he's ready or just horny?" Rich asked.
"I don't know. I know he's been a little weird since Bobby's accident."
"Wouldn't you be weird, too?"
Marty thought about that for a moment. "If something like that happened to me, I'd be worse than weird. I'm scared I'd go out and get drunk." Which is exactly what Noah would have done if Marty hadn't stepped in to help his friend, Marty thought ruefully.
"I thought you were done with drinking," Rich said. Rich didn't really understand what addiction and alcoholism were about; he was just happy Marty was sober every day.
"I'm done with it for today," Marty said earnestly. "Tomorrow I have to start over, and every day I have to work to get stronger. It's just some days I'm stronger than others."
"That means you might go drink tomorrow?"
"I just know I won't drink today. But, we've been through this before. What I need to know now is what I should do about Noah tomorrow."
Rich grinned and said, "You know you want to fuck him. You're a sexaholic, too, if there is such a word."
"Won't you be jealous about it?"
"You're my friend, not my husband." Rich blushed when he said that. "I mean, it's not like we're boyfriends or anything," Rich said in a futile attempt to explain what he was saying.
Marty was disappointed by that comment, although he'd heard it a lot. After Rich and Trish broke up, when Trish confessed to being a lesbian, Marty had kept hoping Rich would quit bouncing back and forth about admitting he was gay and consent to his requests to be his boyfriend. For Marty, being gay was not all it was hyped up to be. In a lot of ways he'd been lonelier than ever since coming to terms with his sexuality.
"Well, he is kind of cute and I guess I could do it. You know, to make him happy and everything."
"Not that you won't get anything out of it," Rich said. Marty grinned— he knew exactly what he was going to get out of it. "Maybe I should suck you off so that you don't cum too fast tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Marty said. "Let me text him to let him know I'll be at his house around one."
Rich and Marty stripped naked and took care of their current horniness on Rich's bed with a rollicking sixty-nine. They were certain Mikey wasn't going to bother them since they had told him this was one of the nights they wanted be alone. Also, his friend, Drew, was spending the night. They had done some four way stuff with Mikey and Drew, but Mikey knew that if he left his brother alone when he was asked to do so, he would get rewarded for it in some way later.
After cumming in each other's mouths, they took care of peeing and tooth brushing and face cleaning as they battled the fight against zits. The two then cuddled up naked in Rich's bed.
"Are we ever going to be boyfriends?" Marty asked. Even if Rich said yes right then, Marty knew he would probably change his mind the next day like he had done more than once.
"You're my best friend in the world," Rich said. "That's all I want for now." Rich knew that wasn't true. He thought he was in love with Marty. But for all of Marty's progress, Rich was still afraid Marty would get drunk again. Rich was operating on fear; the fear that he would be hurt yet again and the fear of his own sexuality.
<Saturday, October 18. Noah's house>
[MARTY]
Me and Noah were both nervous. It's not like we were a couple of virgins scared of having sex. But we'd never had sex between us and I think we both weren't really sure why were going to have it today. Yeah, I did tell Noah I'd have sex with him when he thought he was ready, and yeah, he did think he was ready. But, in the end, I think we were two guys who weren't meant to have sex with each other.
I know that sounds weird, because we liked each other, we were friends and teammates, and we were both gay. But we were a grade apart, and he was twelve and I was fourteen. Not that I didn't have sex with younger guys. Look at the stuff I've done with Jeffrey and with Mikey, but with Noah it didn't feel the same. There was something more intense and emotional about this.
We were both wearing just our underpants. He had dark gray briefs on and I could see they were tented out with his boner. I had on light blue boxers and boy was I hard.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked one more time. I think Noah thought sex was going to make him feel better, like I thought alcohol would make me feel better. Me and Noah were alike in that way. I mean look how he wanted to get fucked up on pot and booze and shit after Bobby died. But I was able to stop him from being stupid. I don't think I could've stopped him except that I knew what he was thinking. I've been there and done that—a lot! But sex was different, I guess. I mean I thought he was really cute, but I didn't have this big crush on him like I did on Eric, or felt like I was in love with him, like I felt with Rich.
"I need to do it," Noah said.
Thinking of Eric made me ask him why he didn't just do it with Eric since they were such good friends.
"Eric thinks we should start dating and doing stuff together before we think about sex."
"So you two going to the football game together was kind of like a date?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"And you picked me because Eric won't do it with you?"
"You promised you would do me when I thought I was ready."
I was wishing I hadn't made that promise, but I didn't say so. "I did promise that, but are you sure you're ready?"
"Everybody thinks I'm not, but I know I am," Noah told me.
We got naked and looked at each other's boners. He still didn't have any pubes and mine were growing in pretty thick, but my balls were smooth. My cock was at least two inches longer than his and was much thicker. My balls hung down while his were still tight.
We got on his bed and kissed. It was a nice kiss, but it wasn't really passionate, like we were totally full of love and were totally horny. I mean I've had sex like this before with guys, where you have sex just to be having sex, but for whatever reason, with Noah having that kind of sex didn't seem right. That was the way Noah was, you always wanted things to be right with him and you never wanted to hurt him. He was as nice as he was smart and that's saying a lot.
We made out, kissing, and rubbing each other's bodies and asses, our dicks touching at times. I licked his boner, which was a really nice little thing, and he licked and sucked on mine. He got some lube and before I knew it I was inside his ass for the first and only time. I fucked him, but it almost wasn't like fucking. It was more like jerking off with something tight and warm wrapped around my dick. That doesn't mean it didn't feel good, but it didn't have any real kick to it, if that makes any sense.
I fucked him hard, though. I fucked him deep. I gave him the best I could and he moaned and twisted on my dick and gave me a really good cum when I shot inside him. Then I jerked him off for a bit, and he had his cum, shooting clear stuff on his belly. I was feeling a little depressed, thinking I'd been used. But Noah wasn't some underhanded dude who tried to take advantage of his friends, which he quickly reminded me of.
"Sorry, Marty. I was really selfish. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me...it felt good."
"I can see in your face you don't feel good about it."
"I was wondering if I didn't take advantage of your hurt. Like, maybe I should have said no to fucking you." I was sure now that he wasn't trying to use me, so I had to wonder if maybe it was the other way around.
"You did what I asked you to do. You didn't take advantage of me, but I did take advantage of you because you made that promise to me. I'm really sorry. Eric was right."
"Right about what?"
"About my being ready for this; I wasn't ready. But sometimes I'm so smart I think I don't have to listen to anybody, and when I think like that I'm usually wrong. I think Eric and I just need to go out on our dates. When it happens between us, if it happens between us, it will be perfect."
"So, until then you just jerk off."
That's when Noah smiled that beautiful smile of his for the first time since I came to his house. "I have two brothers living at home. I told Eric that sex with them was like glorified masturbation, but it's still good and we all love each other." Noah had always seemed so confident about things; it was strange to see him still lost after losing his friend.
"Marty..."
"Yes, Noah."
"You're a really special friend, and I love you. Thank you for helping. You saved me from being totally stupid more than once."
"Anything for a friend like you."
Noah smiled again and kissed me gently on the lips. It wasn't an attempt at a sexy, passionate kiss like our other one had been. But it ended up being the best and sexiest of them all because it was full of Noah's real love and friendship.
Noah and I never had sex together again, but we did some group jerking off a few times. We would sometimes talk about that afternoon in his bedroom, as well as about the times I stopped him from getting stoned and drunk. He's told me more than once that my friendship after Bobby's death meant the world to him. He even admitted that he was serious about hurting himself the second time he got the booze and the weed out. I told him I'd been there, too. Noah has always been a special person to me: smart, cute, sexy even. He is loyal, a friend, a teammate. There is a special bond between us that I know we both treasure.
<Saturday, October 25, Hunter's house>
"Wow, I can't believe the varsity came back and won that game last night," Hunter said. Hunter and Kraig had gone to the Mayfield High varsity football game, and watched the Mustangs come back to win 24-21 after being behind 21-7 at the end of the third quarter.
"Our game wasn't bad either," Kraig said. Hunter had thrown two touchdown passes for the middle school Titans as the Titans beat Evans 19-8.
"And you had a great soccer game this afternoon," Hunter said. Kraig had scored a goal as his team beat a team from Centralia 3-2 on the Mayfield Community Center field.
"Yeah, it was a good weekend. We even had a chance to be bad last night," Kraig said. Nathan, an eighth grade football player and one of the big jocks at the middle school had invited Kraig, Hunter, Kevin, Lars, Gavin, and Todd to spend the night at his house after the high school game. He said his parents were gone for the weekend and he had beer and weed. A year ago, as seventh graders, none of the boys would have considered going to Nathan's to drink beer, but as eighth graders they were intrigued by the thrill of getting around their parents to spend the night at Nathan's. Two girls, Cindy Cameron and Vicky Smith, were going to be there as well.
But the chance to be bad, to drink beer, to maybe make out with a girl, or watch somebody make out with a girl, depending on how one felt about girls, was turned down by the boys who were at the core of the Go to State Team. Once again the idea they had signed an athletic contract worked on their conscience. After the incident in Vince's basement during the summer, the boys had gotten a different perspective on things. The only boy in the invited group not beholden to a contract was Kraig, who wasn't required to sign one for a club soccer team, but skipped the party along with his friends. Gavin, Todd, and the two girls ended up being the only ones to go to Nathan's.
"Hey, dude, maybe after football is done we'll come," Hunter said to Nathan as he and Kraig started for Hunter's house from school. Hunter desperately wanted to experiment with alcohol and learn what being drunk was about, but he had no desire to take the chance on jeopardizing his standing on the football team by being caught at a drinking party.
Now it was the night after that party and both boys were talking about their sports and what happened at the party at Nathan's house. "Gavin told me they played quarters," Hunter said. "He said Vicky stuck a quarter in her butt and squatted over the glass and dropped it in. Damn! I wish I'd been there."
"You could've gone," Kraig told him. Hunter had talked to Gavin at the soccer game. He could tell Gavin had a hangover, but he came out to support Kraig, Eric, and Noah playing soccer and to get away from his parents nagging him.
"Nah, we did the right thing. But after football, I'm going to an eighth grade beer party. I wish you'd come with me."
"I think I can do that."
Hunter grinned and said, "Very cool."
"Was Vicky naked when they played quarters?"
"I guess she just had her pants and panties off then. Gavin said that Nathan took his pants and undies off and stuck a pencil up his butt while everybody watched. I guess it got pretty wild."
"Did anybody lose their cherry?" Kraig knew that everyone there except Vicky and Nathan was a virgin.
"No, but they did all end up getting naked and making out and shit. Gavin said he blew his wad all over Cindy's boobs. I guess Nathan and Vicky slept together on Nathan's bed and Gavin, Todd, and Cindy slept on the parents' bed after they made out on the floor. Gavin said he was really drunk and stoned, but he never fucked Cindy. Todd tried, but he was too drunk and passed out on top of her."
All of the sex talk had given both boys boners. Kraig went over to Hunter's bed and sat next to him, putting his right hand on Hunter's crotch. "Yep, you're as boned up as I am," Kraig said satisfactorily.
"Want to get off together?" Hunter asked.
"Duh, what do you think?"
Hunter answered by planting a kiss on Kraig's lips, and soon the boys were rolling around on the bed kissing deeply and grabbing each other's boners through their boxers. Kraig put a hand inside of Hunter's boxers and started rubbing his friend's ass, his hand soon finding his pucker. Kraig gently pushed his finger against it, expecting Hunter to object, but nothing was said. Instead of pushing in deeper, however, he pulled his hand out and started pulling Hunter's boxers off his waist. Hunter raised his ass and let Kraig pull the boxers all the way off; his thick, five inch cock was rock hard and leaking precum.
"You can fuck me if you want," Hunter said so quietly Kraig almost didn't hear him.
"You said I could fuck you?" Kraig asked, not really believing he'd heard what he thought he'd heard.
"Yes," Hunter whispered.
"You want to lose your cherry tonight?" Kraig had asked Hunter numerous times about fucking him, but Hunter was adamant about not giving up his ass. He didn't mind hammering his well-developed thirteen year old cock into Kraig's ass, however.
"Yes," Hunter said again in the same quiet voice.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to go that party last night and see what it was like getting drunk and stoned and fucked up."
"So now you just want to get fucked? One out of three ain't bad, especially when you take the best choice."
"When we didn't go to the party I kinda decided I didn't want my first time to be with me being fucked up. I want to do it now. Please."
Kraig wasn't about to argue. This was what he'd wanted for months, and suddenly Hunter was offering up what he thought he'd have to beg for. Because Hunter often fucked Kraig there was lube in one of Hunter's clothes drawers. Kraig retrieved the tube. Before getting back on the bed he took off his t-shirt and bright red boxers, throwing both on the floor. Hunter pulled off his Seahawks t-shirt and tossed it on top of Hunter's stuff.
"You've never had nothing up your butt," Kraig said, making question as well as a statement.
"Yes I have. I've stuck some things up there: my finger and some other stuff to see what fit. That's why I know I want to do this."
Kraig spread the lube over Hunter's crack and into his pucker. He lubed up his own cock. He then stuck a finger into his friend's ass and moved it back and forth.
"Another. Put another one in," Hunter begged.
Hunter kept having surprises for Kraig. It wasn't that long ago that he was reluctant to even let Kraig touch his dick, or to even jerk off with him. And now he was asking for the ultimate, to have his best friend put his cock up his ass. Kraig stuck another finger into Hunter's ass and fucked him with it, being sure to find his sweet spot.
"Oh, wow, shit, stick your cock in me," Hunter pleaded.
Kraig kissed his friend hard, trading tongue, and before Hunter knew what had happened, Kraig was inside of him. Hunter moaned loudly and became fearful that his parents might have heard him. Kraig didn't care who heard what, he had his cock in the tight, hot ass of the friend he loved.
Neither boy could think now. All they could do was feel. Hunter could feel Kraig inside of him, moving, pushing, humping. Kraig could feel the tight insides of Hunter as he moved in and out, harder and deeper and deeper and harder. Hunter wondered why he'd waited so long as what pain there might have been to start with was gone and replaced by the wonderful feeling of Kraig being inside of him. Kraig wished Hunter hadn't waited so long to do this, and kept going, going, thrusting, humping, grunting, sweating.
The two thirteen year olds were not strangers to anal sex. Kraig had fucked quite a few boys, and Hunter had fucked him as had many other boys. When Hunter was the top he was always rough, hard, close to out of control. Kraig, who was experienced at what he was doing, did it with a lighter touch. He fucked Hunter hard, but not too hard, his topping closer to making love than Hunter's wild out of control thrusts.
But as experienced as Kraig was, he was still thirteen, and the hormones took over, the eons old instincts took over, and his world became focused on his cock, which was buried in Hunter's ass. That world felt ready to explode and it did, his moan long and drawn out. He jerked his head back as his smaller head emptied the contents of his pubescent testicles into the inside of his friend who was no longer a virgin.
Hunter grunted and jerked his cock only twice as he spilled his own seed over his smooth belly and into his nest of pubic hair. He let out a satisfactory sigh as Kraig fell on top of him, sated and happy with what he had accomplished.
Hunter surprised himself and Kraig by kissing Kraig and they quickly ended up side-by-side, kissing lightly and gently in contrast to what had just occurred on the bed.
"That was awesome," Hunter said. "Better than I ever thought. I wasn't even scared this time. I just wanted it and I wanted it bad."
"It was really good," Kraig said. He was still somewhat breathless.
"Was I as good as the others you've done?"
"You were as good as you," Kraig said. "It doesn't get better than that."
A knock on the door startled them. "Are you boys okay?" Hunter's dad asked.
"Yes, dad," Hunter replied.
"Well, keep the noise down."
The boys heard him walk away. They were happy he hadn't opened the door and found them lying naked next to each other on the top of the rumpled sheets, covered in sweat and cum.
"I guess next time we stick a sock in our mouths or something," Hunter said.
"We don't make that much noise when I do you," Kraig said.
"Or maybe he doesn't hear it."
"Maybe not. I wonder if he knows what he heard," Kraig said giggling.
"I don't think so. There's no way he'd think we did that kind of stuff— no way at all." But Hunter was wrong about that. His father had heard only one loud groan, the one from Kraig when he blasted his cum into Hunter's ass, but he had a pretty good idea of what he'd heard. He'd been a horny teen jock once as well and had lost his ass to a boy when he was Hunter's age. The only reason he knocked was to quiet them down so they wouldn't wake up his wife.
The boys made up a fresh bed then climbed in under the covers.
"Kraig?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah."
"Remember how scared I used to be about all this?"
"I do. You were scared of blow jobs, and kissing, and fucking, and playing around. Hell, you were even scared of jerking off. You were afraid you might be gay or something. You were afraid I'd make you my boyfriend."
"Yep, I was afraid of all of that. But like I said, I'm not afraid any more- -especially about the boyfriend part."
"What are you saying?" Kraig asked, his heart thumping hard.
"What I'm saying is I want us to be boyfriends."
"Serious? You mean like forever? Or until you get a girlfriend?"
"I think I am seriously gay. And I want to be that way with you." Kraig could see tears forming in Hunter's eyes. "I've known it all the time, but I was scared. Now I'm not afraid and I want to be your boyfriend. Do you want to be mine?"
"I wanted to back in sixth grade the first time we ever did anything together. So, yeah, I want to be your boyfriend, big time." Kraig reached over and put his hands on Hunter's smooth face and then kissed him with a passion larger than any he'd ever felt. By the time the two finished they wished they'd never remade the bed.
When the current eighth graders hit high school, there were three sets of freshman boyfriends and one sophomore pair on the baseball team. They had all been boyfriends for awhile. And right now, almost two months into eighth grade for most of them, there were now two sets of boyfriends, and each involved one of the twins. Kraig had never been happier, now that he had Hunter, although Hunter would still suffer occasional moments of self-doubt. But now Hunter and Kraig, along with Lars and Kevin, considered themselves gay boyfriends.
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