Growing up Joshua This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters:
Joshua Alan Black II
Barbie Warfield -- my mother
Dennis Warfield -- my stepfather
Wilma Warfield -- Dennis's mother ("Missy" to me)
Francis Warfield -- Dennis's father -- ("Sir" to me.)
Alva Benson -- my Gram (Grandma)
Iver Benson -- my Pop (Grandpa)
Richard -- My favorite Cousin
Ray and Raul -- Richards' older brothers.
Nate Willows -- My first roomie.
Rudy Chanbers -- Friend across the hall.
Randy "Rascal" Ringstrom. Tutor
Wayne "Bulge" Andrews -- Rudy's room mate
Roger Schwimmer -- a football player.
From Chapter 5:
"Actually I'm - - 14."
"Now I know you're messin' with me! I KNOW you're in Junior English!"
"Do you know Rascal Ringstrom?"
"Yeah?"
"He's a senior." I said.
"Well -- yeah! But he's -- a -- brain!"
"And -- I am the same age as he is." I said.
"Oh -- oh -- my -- God! I've just been sucked off -- by a 14-year-old brain!" He grinned -- that grin of disbelief.
"Most of the time I feel like I'm closer to 20 than 14. But right now -- you're making me feel about 12!" I said. "Maybe you should take me back to the barrack -- before you go and do something even MORE stupid -- with a little kid!"
He was looking at space for a moment. "Oh! Yeah. Maybe so."
Chapter 6
I got up and made to move toward the door.
"Uh -- wait -- NO!" Roger said, jumping up immediately. "Look, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Gosh, Josh, who cares if you're 14? If I had a 14-year-old girlfriend ... would anyone complain? No!"
"Well, except maybe her father!" I quipped. I also was glad he didn't want to take me home, remembering that my brother was having his own party in our cell!
"Well, yeah, I supp -- oh crap! YOUR father probably wouldn't appreciate it, either! Shit! I could get expelled if - "
"No one's gonna find out about it!" I said. "My father doesn't know I'm gay -- yet. I may tell him someday, but," (certainly not if Nate doesn't tell him!) "you'll be long gone before that time comes."
"I dunno HOW I'll ever tell my parents!"
"Maybe you won't have to." I said.
"Oh -- I won't live a lie - forever. But it'll be hard."
"I mean maybe you won't have to because -- maybe you aren't gay."
"Wha -- at? Are you crazy? Obviously I AM!" He said. "Gosh it feels weird saying it!"
"I was told that some guys don't really know until they are -- like -- 25 or something; that a lot of guys go through a period of experimentation. And some do it when they're little kids while others do it as late as well, 25!"
"Gosh, I HOPE I know before then! I know I liked what we did!"
"That was just the beginning. You might not like it when -- er -- I mean -- if we try anything else. I mean -- what I did to you -- any girl could do."
"So -- you really aren't sure either?" He said.
"Sure? About what?"
"That you're gay!"
"Tuh! -- I'm sure!" I said confidently.
"But how - "
"Look -- I was forced to grow up -- too fast. I know -- that's all I can tell you. It's just something -- um -- well, there is something that you -- might -- but -- nah -- it still doesn't mean anything for sure."
"What?" He said, looking desperately from eye to eye.
"I think maybe you have had more than you should in one night, Roger." I said, now assuming the older persona
"I gotta know! What were you gonna say?" He said. "Josh - ? Please - ?" he begged.
"Well, kissing -- is -- um -- kinda special. I mean if you like to be sucked -- I heard lotsa guys like that -- and even sucking. But if they're straight -- they don't like kissing another guy."
"Kissing, huh." He said. looking thoughtful.
"We didn't kiss." I reminded him.
"And -- you wanna kiss me?" He said.
"Actually -- I do! But the question is -- do you want to kiss me?"
" Well, yeah -- I mean, no -- I mean -- um -- I dunno -- it would be weird, wouldn't it? Kissing a guy! So -- you want to kiss me?" He asked again.
"Why do you keep asking me? You should be asking yourself!"
He looked at me for a long moment, with conflicting emotions flickering past his eyes. Then suddenly and impulsively he grabbed me and kissed me. He looked embarrassed, then did it again, only this time he held me closer and opened his mouth a little. I put the tip of my tongue in. He pushed me away.
"Why'd you do that?" He said nervously -- almost angrily.
"It's how I kiss. I think it's how most people kiss -- if they like each other." I was completely baffled as to what he would do or say next.
He looked panicky as he put his hands over his mouth and nose and seemed to hyperventilate for a moment. Then he jerkily grabbed and kissed me again, this time opening more and thrusting his tongue in hard. I sucked on it.
Again he pulled back. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said.
"I was only doing what I know how to do. You're tongue was too hard for me to tongue back -- so I sucked it."
"Shit!" he said.
"You didn't like it!" I said, trying not to show my disappointment.
"You don't get it!" he said, conveying more urgency than anger. "I've been at the academy since I was 14! I've never kissed a girl -- or anyone except my mom -- on the lips!"
"But -- did you like it? I mean -- kissing me -- did you like that?"
Ignoring my question again, he said, "Please tell me how I should do it! Show me!"
"Well, I know how I like it." I said. "One thing you might do is -- stop pulling back every time I do something different. That's kinda freaking me out."
"Sorry -- but -- if you feel freaked out -- well, so do I!"
"Okay -- well -- come here again." I said. He stepped closer to me. "Hold me." I said. He complied. "Now -- kiss me - " He started his face in my direction. "But do it slowly and -- softly."
"Softly?"
"Yeah. Make your lips soft. And tongue! Relax both of them. I mean -- um -- well -- instead of making it happen -- sort of -- LET it happen."
"Okay." He said and we kissed again. His lips were soft and when we opened our mouths, I let his tongue in and it was soft. He started a chewing action. This time I pulled away.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"I -- dunno -- it -- I mean, was it wrong?"
"I don't know -- I'm not sure there IS a wrong way. I just wondered what you were doing. Why did you start chewing?"
"I -- guess -- I've seen people do that in movies."
"Oh! Okay -- me too! But -- I don't know what that means."
He grabbed me and kissed me again, and this time he swiped into the entrance and back out with his tongue, as if to invite me in. I did. He closed his eyes. His arms enfolded me more, and his hands found my butt. He squeezed it and made a little "Rmph!" sound, accompanied with a trust of his pelvis.
Then he disengaged from my mouth and buried his face in my neck. "Ohhhhh -- yes!" he whispered. "I DO like this!"
I started to laugh. "What?!!" he said exasperated.
"Nothing! That was wonderful. I just thought it was funny -- both of us standing in your living room with nothing more than our shirts on -- experimenting kissing each other."
"Oh -- yeah -- hee hee!" He said and in one motion, his shirt was off. I followed suit and now we were standing naked in his living room, both sporting raging boners, his with a drip ready to fall from it, and mine growing stickier by the moment inside its hood.
He started to pull me down on the couch. "Don't forget your mom's silk." I said and started pulling him toward the love seat.
We were almost there, when he said -- "No!" I looked, surprised. "Bedroom! We'll go to my bedroom!"
He urgently pulled me up some stairs and to his room. He started to close the door then said, "Wait!" He darted back down and grabbed all our clothes. "Sometimes my parents come home early."
He locked the door, pulled down the window shade, then pushed me down on his bed. "I liked the kissing! Teach me all you can - tonight."
"Why don't we just start with lying here and cuddling?" I said..
"And - - kissing?" He giggled.
"And kissing." I said, chuckling.
We cuddled and kissed and kissed and cuddled, our smooth, naked, boy skin making maximum contact. His boner was putting out a lot of precum and my hood filled up and was also leaking.
He wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"
I wiped the end of my dick and put it to his nose. "This smell?"
"Oh! I could get high from that! It's so strong and so -- sexy! It's making me really horny!"
He licked my finger. "Whew! That's strong stuff!"
"That's nothing. You don't wanna smell it after a couple days -- of not cleaning it out!" I said with a shudder.
"Oh -- I think I DO!" He said. "Josh!!" He said urgently.
"What?!!" I said, matching his urgency.
"I wanna suck it!"
"Huh?" I said.
"I wanna suck it -- your's! You know! I wanna suck your dick!"
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.
"You sucked mine and -- didn't even ask! Now I'm asking -- can I?"
I just lay back and closed my eyes. "Okay." I said.
"But -- tell me how! I wanna do it right."
"Oh -- wow! I never had to tell anyone how to do it." I said.
"Sorry!" He giggled.
"Um -- well, it's always nice to -- um -- work your way down to it."
"Um -- where do I start?"
"You could start by kissing me again then moving to my neck. Then just kiss -- haha -- or lick -- anything you like going in the direction of -- um -- you target."
He wasted no time in kissing my very willing mouth and then, as directed, he moved to my neck. I giggled a little, while he nuzzled it and kissed it, saying, "I could really get in to this!"
He sucked on my titties and made me giggle some more, and I felt a large amount of precum ooze into my hood -- and then some came out. He squeezed it up and out and put it up to his nose again and then licked it. He shivered and said, "Whew! That's some strong stuff!" And I felt wetness on my leg, as his dick flexed and pushed out some cream of his own.
I played with his hair and rubbed his head and ears, as he kissed and sucked under my pecs, and then sucked on my navel. Of course he had to momentarily ignore my hooded cock, waving in his face, but finally he surrounded it with his lips, sucking it in. With a sharp intake of breath, I moaned my approval.
He let it slip out and looked up at me. "Can I?" he said, indicating he wanted to pull the skin down. I smiled and nodded. He pulled it down with his hand. He flicked his tongue out and swiped the under side.
"OOO! Gently, Babe! It's very sensitive." I warned. I closed my eyes.
"Omigosh, that's strong stuff! Ummmph!". His whole body tensed up and shook for a moment, and he squeezed me and closed his eyes. It seemed like a pint of precum flowed out onto my foot, which was becoming slippery as he unconsciously humped it. He very carefully enveloped as much of me as he could fit in his mouth. He tensed up again, as he got the full effect of my goo, and his body nearly convulsed, as he made a high pitched moan of his own. He panted and said over and over, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" In almost a high pitched falsetto.
He let me slip out of his mouth and closed his eyes hard and swallowed. He clutched me as if his life depended on holding me, shook some more and said, "Oh my god! That is SOOO - " Of course he could not come up with words to describe how strong it tasted, and yet how powerfully it made his body react. It is -- after all -- like eating pure musk!
Then he engulfed me once more and started to slowly stroke me with his mouth. I was all this time, gritting my teeth against the intense sensitivity -- and - - pleasure -- it was giving me. No one before had experienced my smegma -- or enjoyed it -- like this dude did! He was very careful not to let his teeth cut or hurt me. He mostly used his lips and tongue to make love to my tool.
All the while he was humping my foot. I lay prostrate and was tightly holding my own eyes closed, but every stroke into and out of his mouth brought me closer to the edge. Finally, I whimpered, "It's cummmmm - mmmming!"
He mumbled something, but kept downing my throbbing boner, until I cried out and felt like my insides were emptying into his body. Over and over, he came up then went down again -- and again, taking all the spunk I had to give.
When I was finished, he erratically moved up to my mouth -- seemingly moved by something deep inside himself that he had no control over and kissed me almost violently as his hips kept driving his dick into my balls and then the sensitive pubic area next to my dick. . I tasted my own acrid, but pure, raw sex in his kiss. His almost violent thrusts were hurting a little so I steadied it with my hand, and he humped my hand like a race car piston and was in no time shooting his sperm into my hand and all over my leg and his sheets.
He collapsed, panting hard while saying -- in sporadic breathless words, "Oh -- my -- god -- I love you so much! I didn't know I could love anyone like this! You are just so -- so - " and he started so sob like a baby. "It's just -- I -- am -- so -- frustrated, because I can't tell you how much I -- I mean -- how I feel -- how I loved that! How I love you!"
I held him close, rubbing his back and butt, knowing, even at the tender age of fourteen - - "this too will pass".
Looking back, at that time I only half understood that, in time, if I am lucky -- there will appear a guy who feels that way about me -- even when we're not having sex. I know -- looking back -- there must be a lot I have forgotten, and that I am now understanding all this more as an adult, but that was as much as I can remember, how I experienced it.
I didn't give my brother a "full report", nor did he give me one about himself and Ryan. Nate and I settled into a routine that I doubt many brothers would, but for us it seemed natural. We both continued to date guys. At first I did date only Roger for several months. Nate and Ryan broke it off -- three times during my time with Roger -- always getting back together.
All that time Nate and I were comfortable making love with each other -- far more than either of us did with our boyfriends. Well, after all, we had more access to each other! It was probably the reason he and Ryan broke up so many times. But Nate would not lie to or even withhold that kind of thing from him. I know it hurt Ryan.
For Roger, it was a non-issue. He didn't care. He just was reveling in what we had.
Nate could tell when their break up was the REAL time -- the last time they broke up. He was pretty broken up about it too. As it worked out, it was about that same time that Roger found someone else that intrigued him -- more than me. I was ready for it -- well -- the whole time I dated him.
As far as I know -- no one suspected that either Nate, Roger or I were gay. We were very discreet, and of course since Nate and I were brothers (which, thanks to the football coach, everyone knew the week after we did!) it was natural that we would be close and act silly and closer than normal guys might. And since it was an all boys academy, no one caught on that we never dated girls.
At the end of the year, Nate graduated and that was the second real heartbreak I had. He was accepted at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. Dad shuffled him off to a summer seminar there before the fall class schedule started, cutting short our time together even more. He came home from that for two weeks, most of which we spent with each other, getting as much love, sex and support for the long absences that were to come.
We never talked about it, but I believed by the time he graduated, that we both were thinking long term with each other -- if not forever. The night before he left to West Point, he dropped the bomb on me.
We had completed a particularly avid and ardent "good bye" week, wherein he convinced Dad that we should -- as brothers -- go on a trip before he went into the Academy.
Dad said that was an excellent idea and he booked us a cruise on a river boat up the Hudson River. We had an absolutely fantastic time. I was in heaven! I was in love like I never knew I could be. We came home glowing from that trip and too much sun.
Our last night together -- in a hotel where Dad made reservations near West Point -- we made some of the sweetest love possible, before he checked in to the Academy the next morning. The morning we parted, he said, "Well, Bro -- This has been the best year of my life! I will always thank God that he brought me a little brother. I guess now we have to find our own way. It's gonna be hard -- for both of us -- at first."
"Wha -- what's gonna be hard?" I said a little confused at his verbiage. I knew I'd miss him, but he'd be coming back -- right?
"Dude! We're officially on a new path now. You'll find another guy -- or more likely -- guys -- and I -- well, I'll be way to busy to date at the West Point! They'll of course expect me to have dates -- girls -- at the official cotillion dances. But you know as well as I that no girl will do it for me. Who knows, maybe somehow I'll meet another poof in the Academy -- hopefully an upperclassman."
"No -- but -- no! I'll wait for you, Nate!" I said, still not quite understanding that he was saying a final good bye to me.
He placed his warm hands on my face and said, "Joshy, we'll always have each other -- as brothers. I will love you forever! But I will need to concentrate on my studies and -- afterward get serious about finding my life partner. In the mean time -- you will graduate next year and -- as young as you are -- you probably will want to find a more permanent beau. What's wrong, Bro?" he said, finally seeing my expression.
I went back to little boy mode -- as any teen can do -- at any time: "But -- I want you! I want YOU -- forever!" I cried.
"Aw, that's just the kid in you talking. You'll meet someone next week and forget all about me. Joshy -- we can't be a couple forever. We're brothers! It wouldn't be right. It'd be -- weird! I'll always reserve part of me for you -- that will have to be an understanding -- with whomever I get together with: Some times I get to play with my brother!"
"NOoooo! Nate -- NOOOO!" I cried. "We're in love! We're not gonna fall out of love! We can't just - "
"Aw, Sweetheart, you're just too young to understand. What we were doing was -- kid stuff -- puppy love. It was fun -- matter of fact I don't know how I'd have done it without you, but those things will all be behind us soon."
"I'll never stop loving you." I said stubbornly.
"No -- I know that. And I'll never stop loving you. But -- from this morning -- on -- you are free to have other guys -- and well, actually you always have been -- we just chose to keep it in the family these last few months. But we have to say g'bye now -- and find someone else."
I collapsed on the bed. I sat motionless, looking at the floor. A half hour ago, we were making the warmest most wonderful love that two people could ever imagine -- in my mind -- and now -- he was telling me no more. He squatted at my feet, and raised my chin to look into my eyes. "I can't leave you like this, Joshy. Please - "
"THEN DON'T" I cried. "No one will ever love you like I do!"
"Please, Bro. Please, Joshy -- please don't make me leave you like this." He said, tears forming in his eyes. "Please let me go and tell me good bye -- and that you'll love me forever."
"I'll love you forever." I said, and sobbed.
"That's better. Now a smile -- please?"
I could defend myself and fight off -- and beat -- three or four football players. My body was hard and I was well disciplined. My brain could work tricky advanced calculus problems, and I excelled in all my classes -- just like I did before coming to the military school -- which I was seeing more and more like a reform school.
But with all that power -- body and brain -- I had no defense for this. A fifteen year old boy -- with a nineteen year old body, more intellectual power than most college grads -- and the emotional maturity -- of a 13 year old -- maybe!
I faked a smile, we left the room and met Dad and his wife. They looked strangely at us both, with our red eyes, but I know now what they thought. They thought it was so sweet how two brothers could bond so completely over the course of a year.
I threw myself into my studies. Rascal was gone now too, and I was given another tutor, but didn't need it much. Rudy had found another boyfriend within a week after Rascal graduated. I kept to myself, and no one knew how depressed I was when I was alone -- in my bed. I seldom even jacked off. I became a machine. A cold recluse -- devoid of feeling.
Oh I still impressed everyone with my physical prowess -- on the wrestling team -- in the weight room. I was at the top of the senior class at 15 years old! The same, stupid old coach that hated me in my first year, got some of his players to ask me to come play football (The asshole was too proud to ask me himself!) -- just before the season started. I wanted nothing to do with those oafs -- especially the biggest one -- the coach.
I did get some satisfaction from excelling at the things I chose -- but in the evenings, after studies and shower were done -- I went to bed a very lonely boy. I refused to give up my love for my brother.
As promised, when Nate got leave, he DID give me what he promised to save for me. We had sex like rabbits when he would come home for a weekend or Christmas, etc. My hopes would always raise to overflowing, but each time, he would always go back, reiterating to me what he told me before he left.
My hopes were more desperate with each visit and after each visit I sank further into depression. My new room mates- three this year -- just saw me as a brainy, cold fish -- who was antisocial. Suicide never entered my mind. It never made any sense -- illogical. Besides, as far as I was concerned, I was already dead -- not much more than going through the motions. Why did everyone I love -- desert me?
The next spring was earlier than usual. Everything seemed surrealistically painted and adorned as never before. I knew that was God's way of contrasting the most beauty he could make with the greatest misery I could feel. After class one day -- I had one of my few wankers, and then donned my robe and headed for the shower.
As I was standing with the scalding hot water stinging my back -- it was the only thing that gave me some stimulation -- which I was starved for, yet didn't know how to get any more -- my eyes were closed and I heard another shower. I wondered how long it had been on. It wasn't on when I came in. I didn't much care about anyone else, and my mates had learned to just leave me alone -- so I kept my eyes closed. I knew whoever it was, was glad my eyes were closed. He could ogle my magnificent piece without me watching.
"Wow -- that's pretty hot." Said the guy under the other shower. "Mine's about as hot as I can stand and it isn't steaming like yours is." Oh!! He was talking about the shower!
"M-hm." I said.
"I'm James."
I took a deep breath and opened one eye. James stood two feet from me, out of his shower stream, with his hand extended. I presented my fist. He buffed it. "I just transferred in." he said.
Maybe if I ignore it. It will go away.
"How long have you been here, Sir? Did you start as a freshman?"
Maybe it won't go away!
"I'm pretty tired." I said.
"Sorry sir."
I turned off my shower. He followed me out, and we dried off in silence. When I put my robe on, so did he and he seemed to be following me, so I stopped and reached down as if I was scratching something. He had to pass me. He slowed and stopped at my door, (Oh shit!) then turned to the one across the hall. I quickly put my key in and turned the handle. "Oh -- look! We're cross-hall neighbors!" He said.
Oh goody!
"Sir -- I know your tired -- and all - "
I turned on him and would like to have shut him up for a good long time -- but had better sense than that.
" -- but it's not really all that late. Can I just ask a few questions -- it won't take long -- really. They told me a lot of stuff when I came in today -- and -- they said something about evening mess and how I should make every effort to not be late. I have no idea where or when it is."
"Where are your cell mates?" I said irritated.
"Cell?" He said.
"Cell -- CELL! Didn't anyone tell you that these closets we live in are called cells?!!" I snapped
"Oh -- um -- sorry Sir. Never mind." He said, clearly disappointed. "Sorry to bother you." He turned his door handle and started in.
A scene flashed through my mind. A boy's first day -- no shined shoes -- no idea what to do -- for morning mess. My first day was even later than his.
"James, was it?" I said. "Put on your jams and come on over."
He turned back, his lost smile returned. "I -- don't have jams -- sir. I don't - "
"Well, put SOMETHING on and come over, dammit!" I barked. I went into my room, leaving the door ajar.
Then I waited. Did I scare him off? Was he coming? The more I waited the worse I felt about the way I had treated him. I got out the jams I never used and threw them on. I for no other reason but common courtesy, checked myself in the mirror, added some stiff gel and shoved my hair into its spiky curls. I was about to go and knock on his door when he appeared and knocked on my open door. "C'mon!" I said.
He walked in and closed the door. I put on as much cordiality as I could muster. He was right -- it was kind of early. And, I even admitted -- to myself -- that I wasn't that damned tired. I had pulled a muscle the day before and could not wrestle, so I came directly back to my cell after my last class. I suppose that made me more cranky than usual.
"Sorry I was such a dick!" I said. "I pulled a leg muscle and it's really bugging me. I think it's starting to cramp."
"I know a lot about massage!" Said James. "You want me to rub it out for you?"
"Naw! It'll probably be fine. It's not that bad. So -- anyway -- I remembered my first day here: majorly traumatic! What happened to your orienteer."
"I don't know. He barked -- excuse me -- he told me a lot of things in a short time and I guess I'm just too dense to have gotten it all." He smiled apologetically. I melted a little more.
"Um -- can we go over to your room?" I asked.
"Um -- sure -- but -- I mean -- sure!" He stammered.
I again had a flash back -- how Rudy had helped me my first day. James led me into his room. I first spied his bed -- mussed from an earlier recline. I could even see the imprint of the back of his shoes. I wondered if he was wanking at the same time as I was. I barely noticed the small reaction my body gave at that thought.
I walked to his bed and pulled the covers taut, and tucked them in. As I leaned over to tuck in the far side, my nose almost touching his cover, I instinctively sniffed where his butt had been. My dick started to swell with blood -- even though there was no smell.
He watched me in awe. "You don't want anyone catching your bed unmade!" I quipped.
"How did you know it -- was - - mine -- oh!" He said, looking at all the others, tidily tucked in.
"Lets see your clothes." I said. He got out the folded brown paper-covered bundle that I knew well. I pulled out a complete folded, starched uniform and shook it out. I pulled out his ironing board and the iron and plugged it in. "Shoes?" I said.
He got his new uniform shoes from the new box and I looked at them. "Tsk-tsk! We're gonna have to fix these too!"
"Do you know how to iron?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Good, when I leave, iron these to perfection -- P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N. AND - Don't put these on before mess, and don't sit -- at all -- in them before the call. When you hear the call, quickly put on the uniform and run down to the assembly outside. Someone will be -- well, is SUPPOSED to be -- there to escort you to mess. Remember -- do not sit in your uniform -- at all -- until you are seated in the mess hall."
"Yes SIR!" He said.
"How old are you, James?"
"15 -- and a half -- SIR!"
"Stop calling me sir. I'm 15 too!" I scolded.
"Nuh-uh!"
"Now -- take one shoe and I'll show you how to polish them." I demonstrated how to put a spit shine on his shoes. "As they get more seasoned, they'll shine better and keep their shine longer. You'll learn to be defensive about the way you walk -- and march." When we were finished, we could have seen our reflection in any part of the shoes.
"Now -- let me show you a trick to ironing -- it'll make it easier and faster." I stepped over to the iron, and almost tripped on his newly shined shoes. I came down hard on my left foot, below where the pulled muscle was. I avoided the shoes, but my muscle pulled up like a taut spring.
"Ohhhhh!" I moaned, grabbing for the muscle. I fell on the floor in agony, as my left leg drew up under me instantly. James bent down to help. "Move the shoes!" I screamed. He did and then I lay flat and tried to stretch my leg out.
Tears were streaming down my face and James said "Let me!"
The position I was in gave him no leverage and the only lever he had was my crotch. He put is foot gingerly into it, pushing aside my nether parts and then pulled on my leg with all his might. My leg shot out straight and I felt a new agony. I rolled on the floor, but James hung on to my leg, so it wouldn't cramp back up. He helped me to his bed. "Can I rub it, um -- um -- sir?"
"Don't call me -- oh! You don't even know my name! Sometimes I'm such a dick! I'm Josh -- Joshua Black."
"Nice to meet you, Josh. You don't mind if I call you Josh, do you?" He said, as he started pushing a knot out of my calf muscle. He stopped and waited for an answer. I looked into his eyes, wincing a little. He grinned.
"No!" I said. "I don't mind." His smile broadened. "I don't mind at all -- Jim!" We both grinned this time. And maybe for the same reason.
Notes: Ahhhh -- to be 15 again! NOT! You couldn't PAY me enough to go back! But no matter what may be thrown our way, it's all a learning experience -- even when we're older than 15 -- if we're humble enough to learn. Comments are always appreciated -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve