Author: GEP14 E-Mail: GEP14@aol.com
PLEASE BE WARNED: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEX BETWEEN MINOR BOYS. IF THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ PAST THE SQUIGLY (~~) LINE!!! THANK YOU.
SPECIAL THANKS GOES TO TAILGUNNER FOR THE IDEAS FOR THIS PART. I HAVE TAKEN HIS IDEA AND MADE A FEW MINOR ADJUSTMENTS TO IT TO FIT MY LIKING, BUT I STILL THANK HIM MUCHLY :)
FRIENDS Chapter 5 Remembering An Old Friend After our second sexual experience, Dean and I had grown closer...a lot closer. So close that I forgot all about my best frind in the world...James. Thinking back over the past few weeks when I had been spending all of my time either at home or with Dean, completey forgetting James even existed. I picked up the phone and dialed James' number. James answered on the second ring, "Hello?" "Hey, James..." James sighed. "Hi." "So, what's been goin' on?" "Oh...you know, same 'ol, same 'ol. Watching TV, playin' around on my computer, being forgotten by someone who I thought was my best friend..." "Look, James..." "No, you look!" James yelled into the receiver. It was so loud that I had to pull the phone away from my ear. "For two weeks, two weeks, Scott! you've been hangin' out with that new guy...completely forgetting I even exist! Do you know how that feels? You never notice me anymore, even when I walk by you two when you two were on his lawn, or when I called and you never even realized it was me, and said, "I don't want any," and hang up?! That hurts! like hell. By, God, when I walked past you two, you were flirtin' like two fuckin' queers! What the fuck! is up with you?" "Fuck you, James." and then, I hung up the phone. I grabbed a shirt, pulled it over my head and ran down the stairs, out the door and over to Dean's house. Again, I could see that Dean's parents were gone, so I didn't even worry about knocking. I pushed open the door, saw Dean in his kitchen (it was early morning, and he was making breakfast). I ran to him, threw my arms around him and began weeping uncontrollably. I collapsed. Luckily Dean had ahold of me and lowered me slowly to the floor. I rested my head on his chest and started crying even harder. Dean began stroking my hair, "What's the matter, baby? What's wrong? Come on, now..." he said, lifting my head up to face his. My face was drenched in tears. "What happened?" Between gasps for air, I was able to say, "James...called me...a...queer...he....hates me..." "No, baby." Dean said and lowered my head back onto his chest. I stopped crying for the most part, but the occassional tear did roll down my cheek every now and then. He stood me up and wiped my face with his hand and kissed my forehead. "Scott..." he began, "you have to tell him." I began shaking my head vigerously, "No. He'll tell everyone! I can't risk that!" "What did he say, exactly?" "He said: 'By, God, when I walked past you two, you were flirtin' like two fuckin' queers! What the fuck! is up with you?' and then, I said: 'Fuck you, James.' amd hung up the phone." I began crying again. "I don't know what to tell you, really..." Dean said. "You're real helpful." I said, sarcastically. "Well, sor-ry!" Dean said standing up. "No!" I yelled grabbing his leg, I began crying again, "Please don't leave me! I wouldn't be able to stand being along now..." I said, sobbing. Dean sat back down next to me and pulled me close. He kissed the top of my head, "I'd never leave you. Never. Look, I have an idea...why don't we go over to James' house and just talk with him. "But - " "No 'Buts'. Are we going or not?" "Fine. Vamos." * * * * * We had knocked on the door about two times before James's mother answered the door. I greeted her, introduced her to my friend and she let us go to James' room. "Hey, James..." I said, as I walked into his room, seeing him reading TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD for school. I loved that book. He put the book down and walked over to me and shook my hand. "Scott..." he looked at Dean. "And who might you be?" "I might be Dean." Dean said, extending his hand...James didn't accept it. "Nice to meet you, Dean," he said walking back over to his bed. "James, what's the matter?" "Scott...we've been good friends for a long time, right?" I nodded. "So...why, all of a sudden, are you ignoring me?" "James, I don't mean to ignore you! I mean...one day, I was going over to your house, this was a few weeks ago, and I saw Dean on his lawn. Well, I remembered that you were gone, you went to your g-ma's. Well, anyway, I went over and we got to talking and we started hanging out and I just completely for--" I stopped suddenly, realizing what was about to come out of my mouth. James finished my sentence. "You forgot about me. What the hell were you two doing to make you forget about me? Hmm?" James was on the verge of tears, I could sense it. James rarely cried over anything, and it was surprising to see him with tears pooling up in the corner of his eyes. "James...I think you had better sit down." Dean said, I looked at him with a "No! I'm not ready!" look on my face, but Dean's eyes said, "Its now or never!" I would have settled with never, but Dean wanted to do it now. James was sitting on his bed, staring at the two of us. I sat on the corner of the bed and Dean beside me. "James..." I began. I didn't know how this was going to turn out. Was James going to flip out and tell everyone at school, was he going to be like, "Oh. OK." and that would be the end, or would be come out to me, also? "I...James...James, I'm gay." I said and James' eyes grew wide. He looked at me, then at Dean. "Oh," he finally said after what seemed like hours but was only, probably, two minutes. "So...are you two...um...like...boyfriends?" he asked. We nodded and Dean placed his hand on mine. I took it and squeezed. James got up. "Whoa, okay, let me...let me think. This is all just...too much. How long have you been gay, Scott?" "James, I've been gay my whole life." "You mean..." "What I mean, James is that when we jacked off together, I enjoyed it much more than you did. When I saw you naked, like when you came out of the shower, I liked that, I liked to see your body. James, I had a crush on you for a long time. But, I knew that you were straight and I didn't bother waisting my time." "Yeah, well that's good." James said. His tone didn't have the exact, "Yeah, well that's good" tone it should have to lay down the line. To say that James, 100% truley was not gay or bi or curious or whatever the hell other sexuality there is. It had a more of a "Yeah, well, why not?" tone. Dean then took me by surprise. He leaned over and planted a deep, sensual kiss on my lips, his tounge clearly making its way into my mouth. He stopped and said, "Fine. He doesn't care. Let's go." James looked at us and said, "Wait." We both looked at him. "Do you two want to spend the night?" * * * * We had tons of fun. First, we played some N64, then surfed the web and he worked on his page a little. That night, up in James' room, we decided to play a little Truth Or Dare. James went first, asking Dean. "Dean...truth or dare." "Dare." Dean said. "I dare you to...um...feel Scott's cock..." "How?" "What do you mean?" "Outside his shorts, my hand down his shorts, his shorts off to where you can see or do you want him naked from the waist down." James said, immediately, "Na--" then stopped and waited a second, "Naked from the waist down." Dean and I exchanged a glance and Dean scooted over to me, unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down and then down went my boxers. My dick was laying on my stomach: rock hard. He took it in his fist and jacked it up and down, with his other hand he played with my balls. It felt as good now as it did the first time he had ever done it to me. I never wanted it to end, but I felt myself reaching climax with my best friend watching and I pulled him away. "OK," Dean said. "Scott: truth or dare?" We heard the door close downstairs, then a lock clacking. James said, "My mom leaving for the late shift. We're alone, now." "Dare," I said. Dean raised an eyebrow to me and I gave an inconspicuous nod. "I dare you to kiss James." This was good, take it slow at the begining. I moved closer to James. I noticed droplets of swet forming on his brow. I leaned in, as did he and our lips touched. He pulled away almost at once. "Now," I said, "James. Truth or dare?" "Truth," he said. You Pussy, I thought. "Okay," I said, instead. "Have you ever jacked off with the image of another guy in your head, and if so, who?" "Uh..." James began. "Well, you see, by image of another guy, you mean --" "Just spit it out," I said, growing irritated. "Fine, yes, I have. Okay, now, Dean, truth or--" "Nu-uh! You didn't finish. Who was the person?" "I plead the fifth." he said, smiling. "Fuck the amendments, James. Who?" "Fine! You want to know who I jacked off to? You! That's who! I have had many masturbation marathons to your beautiful face!" he said, then turned a deep crimson. Realizing that he had said more than just "To you," and had added "beautiful face," he couldn't look at me. I moved closer to James, put my arm around him and he buried his head in my chest and began bawling. "Oh, Scott, you don't know how mixed up I've been! Trying, with all my will, to be straight, but never being able to get your face out of my head. I went out with girls to try to prove to myself that I wasn't gay, but they just never did anything! for me, nothing at all. I never even got hard when I saw a girl naked. The only way I was able to get hard for Marie (add. not from me: Marie was James's girlfriend for nine months. James had told me everything they had done, he fucked her...and apparently didn't enjoy it much. He practiced safe sex, so she didn't get preggers) I had to picture you! I pictured our jack off sessions we did together! Scott..." he took my hand. "I'm gay." I hugged him. "I'm glad you've accepted it." He looked up at me and he pushed forward, toward me, I leant down and we kissed. He placed his hand on my cheek and our kiss grew from innocent to passionate. I completely forgot that Dean was in the room until I felt the lips be pulled away and saw Dean pulling on James's legs to pull him away from me. "We do something called share!" Dean said, lunging forward and planting his lips on mine. He pushed my and I fell backwards. Now he was laying on me. He pushed my shirt off of me and began sucking my nipples. Dean raised up and little and then came back down and I felt bare skin. James had taken Dean's pants off of him! Then, Dean lifted up again and then I felt his raging hardon digging into me. Dean rolled me over to where I was on him. We were kissing again, now. I felt my shorts be un-snapped and then unzipped. Then, they were pulled off of me. Then, I felt hands gripping my ass cheeks, kneading them. Then, my boxers were pulled down. I was naked, Dean had on a shirt which I pushed off of him and James was fully clothed. PROBLEM! Chapter 6 Lets focus on James Dean and I broke our embrace and I whispered in Dean's ear, "Let's have a little fun with James." Dean got up, now limp, and went and rummaged through James' drawers and pulled out a calf-high sock. He went over to James and tied it around his eyes. Dean motioned for me to pick up James's feet, he's get his upper body. We picked him up and set him on the bed. "Don't move," Dean said. I went to James's closet and there, hanging on the door were four ties (he wore them to church and formal gatherings.) I took down four and went over to the bed. I tied one end around James's right ankle and tied the other end to the right end-post of his bed. Then another tie went on his left leg and left end-post. I tossed the other two to Dean who tied James's right hand to the right post of the head-board and the left to the left post of the head-board. James hadn't said anything during all of this, I didn't ask why. I figured he might have been too shocked, like we took him by surprise by wrapping a sock around his eyes and tying him to his bed with ties. We were a sight: two naked teens in a room with another naked boy on the bed. I opened James's junk drawer at the bottom of the dresser and looked for his cherry candy squeeze. This squeeze was actually pretty wild. It was like a liquid jelly (which tasted like cherry) and you squeezed it into your mouth. I went over ot James and strattled him, our dicks pressed together. I looked for Dean and he was sitting in a chair beside the bed...watching. I turned the squeeze bottle upside down and the jelly oozed out of the head and covered James's chest and stomach. I motioned for Dean to come over and help "clean up." He walked over and sat on the bed, facing James. At almost the same time, we bent over and began licking the jelly off of James. He quivered and gave a soft moan, a signal of doing something right. I backed up and let Dean continue on his chest while I poured some jelly onto James's cock and balls, which I began sucking and licking off. When most of the jelly was off, I went down on my friend, taking hiw whole cock into my mouth. I felt his pubes against my nose when I'd go down. I stopped when he began to buck, I wanted to save all his delicious cum for later. I moved back some more to look at this boy, spread-eagle on his bed, his legs and arms tied to his bedposts. This was what I had always dreamed of. I scooted forward on James, held James's dick up straight and said, "I'm gonna ride you all night long," and sat on James's cock. I yelled, as did James. He yelled because of the feeling on his cock going up an asshole, I yelled because it hurt. I bounced up and down on James, his cock pulling almost all the way out of me then I'd make it slam back in. It felt wonderful. Apparently, James liked the feeling as well, his face showed it. Before I knew it, James had his hands clamped down on my thighs, running and and down them, occassionally playing with my nuts or jacking my cock. Finally, he rested on my dick, his hand vigerously milking my hard member and he reached his climax and came in my ass. At almost the same time (the feeling of the cum exploding in me and my penis being jacked) I came and it splattered all over James's chest. Dean (who was tounging James's ear and kissing and sucking on his nipples the whole time, and now he was slurping my cum off of James. I leaned forward and took the sock off of James and then we untied him. He instantly jumped off the bed, tackled me and kissed me. --- Well, how did you like these two chapters?? I liked writing them, that's for sure! ;-) Your comments/suggestions/praise keep me writing! Tell me what you think, please! I love to hear from you! And, again, I DESPERATELY need your help! Tailgunner gave me inspiration for these two chapters...but...I'm out of ideas again...so, please E-Mail me some ideas!!! Or...should I just end it? Tell me! Let me know, PLEASE! Chapers 7 & 8 MAY BE coming soon. ~*~WeirdBoi~*~