This is a true story (well, with a couple minor embellishments). If you liked it and want to read episode 2, drop me a line! All correspondence welcome (no flames). I am especially welcome to e-mail pen-pals and am looking for e-mail pen-pals from Minnesota a/o South Dakota (but all correspondence replied to!)
SMALL TOWN SWEETHEARTS, EPISODE ONE
Summer 1986. It was the start of my eighteenth year. That awkward time when I was no longer a boy, but not quite a man. In the Fall I would start my senior year of high school and have to seriously think about the future beyond. I was 5'9", dark haired, broad-shouldered, and desperately in love with my best friend.
Curt and I had been best friends since the eighth grade. Of course, since our hometown had only one school, a K-12 school, we had known who the other was; we just never had much do with the other. In eighth grade we were paired by the science teacher for a project and the rest was history. We were inseparable. By the dawn of the tenth grade, I knew what I was as well as who. And that what was gay.
I grew up in a small town in South-Western Minnesota. The population was never more than 700 at any one time. Therefore, everybody knew everybody else and everybody knew everybody else's business...it was not a good place for a newbie gay kid to come out. I kept that secret to myself for a very long time.
Curt was 5'11", blonde, built like a junior Adonis, and I was so in love with him. I wanted his body next to -- inside of -- mine every minute of the day. I so wanted to tell him in the vain hope he also loved me...that he too was gay. That he too would make love to me. But it was not to be...or so I thought until that summer of 1986.
In a small town in Minnesota like ours there isn't a whole lot to do in the summer for young teen men. Curt and I had snitched some beer out of his father's basement fridge and taken it to the woods outside of town to drink it up.
We were fairly buzzed when we came back into town and decided to check out the scene at the Teen Center. As usual, not too much was going on. The Teen Center boasted a pool table missing the eight-ball, a pinball machine that tilted if you walked anywhere near it, and a jukebox with the latest hits of 1978.
Still, we all hung out there and small-town life moved along. This night...things moved along for me in a way I would have never dreamed.
After drinking so much beer, Curt and I were not only drunk, but also full-bladdered. We snuck off to the boys' bathroom behind the dancefloor to piss. We each stood at a urinal and let flow. In my sozzled, bleary state, I felt like crying. I wanted to tell Curt how I felt about him but knew I couldn't. I looked over at him and was shocked! He was staring at my dick!
He looked up at me and instead of being embarrassed, he was smiling! I took a risk and looked down at his cock. It was so beautiful--at least seven inches, smooth, and very soon it would be mine!
"Let's get out of here," whispered Curt hoarsely. I nodded in dumb agreement and finished peeing. We zipped up, although it was hard with our hard cocks straining to be free. Knowing what might soon happen I was so hard it almost hurt and already dripping pre-cum. If anyone walked in the bathroom that moment, he would have thought I pissed my pants, I was so wet.
We the hell out of the Teen Center and jumped into my beat-up Renault LeCar and headed for somewhere quiet and isolated. I knew just the place--in the rolling farmlands beyond town I had a scenic spot where I often went to jack off. I usually imagined my fist was Curt's hot, wet mouth sucking my dick.
We pulled over and climbed into the back seat, staring at each other. "Let me suck that big cock of yours," I surprised myself by telling him. It just popped out. How would he respond?
"Let me suck yours, first," he gasped and reached for my fly. In a flash my cock was out and standing stiffly at attention. We shifted around to a good angle (there's not a lot of room in the back of a LeCar!) and his mouth swallowed my penis.
"Oooooooh, man, that's soooo good," I moaned. Curt's head bobbed up and down my meat. I thrust my hips up and still Curt burrowed his face in my crotch. His fingers crept up and tickled my balls and tugged on my pubic hair. I threw back my head in complete rapture. Still Curt filled his mouth with my cock and sucked away. Curt's own spit lubed his jaws and he slurped it and my juices and my dick. He pulled up a little and licked around my swollen penis-head.
"Jesus Christ, that feels great!" He didn't stop he kept at it and soon I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
Curt wrapped his fingers around my cock's base and pumped as he sucked. He was about to taste my cum and he wanted it all.
I let loose the cry of a demon and my cum exploded out of me into Curt's mouth. He gulped and slurped at it happily and greedily as it filled his mouth and I kept pumping and spewing. Who knew the kid had so much juice in him? Curt kept sucking me and draining me. In the moonlight, I saw a trickle of cum run down his chin.
And I was empty, I had no more to give. My soft dick slid wetly out of his mouth, a slight dribble of cum running down the head. Curt ran his tongue over his chin and lapped up the trickle of jism there.
"What just happened?" he looked at me.
"I don't know, but it felt damn good!" I said.
"You're not kidding." Curt said. "Tommy, I've wanted to tell you this for a long time know..." he trailed off and I looked at him.
"Please, please, please, please" kept running through my head, hoping he was about to say what I wanted him to say.
"I'm gay and I'm love with you."
"Me too," I whispered. We grinned at each other in the moonlight. He leaned in and I closed my eyes. Our first kiss! Our lips met and locked. I could taste the faint tang of my cum on his tongue.
To Be Continued