With Love We Can Be Human By James
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Chapter 5
Brandon
That week went by and Torey and I talked on the phone every other day. We enjoyed our time on the phone, but I knew he loved it more when we were in person. We then talked about getting together that Saturday and we'd plan what to do when we were actually together that day. When we talked to our respective adults about it, myself with my parents and him with Michael, it was agreed and I was even more excited.
When that Saturday came, it was another sunny day and once Torey got to my house, I took him to my room after he said hi to the rest of my family. Once on my bed beside me, we talked about what to do for the day.
"There's the beach of course," he said.
He and I talked about the beach a couple of times while on the phone and we both enjoyed it and talked about going there when together in person at some point.
"Would you like to go there today and spend some time in the sun?" I asked.
"I'd love that," he replied.
We went to the beach that had a small restaurant on a sidewalk within walking-distance so we decided to have lunch there as well.
After I packed up a bag of sun tanning lotion and a pair of swim shorts, and after Torey made sure his bag had everything in it, we left.
Once at the beach, we went in to one of the changing rooms and after making sure that Torey was fine with us changing in front of one another, I got completely naked and I told Torey that he could turn around if he wanted to.
"Oh, I'm not missing this," he said smirking.
"Oh, so we're taking advantage of the situation?" I asked smiling.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said laughing and trying to act all innocent. "Go ahead, don't let me stop you."
I undressed and he watched the whole thing and as I stood there completely naked before him, I felt my cock thicken at the base a little. He looked down and then up at me and he wasn't even trying to pretend. He was clearly checking me out from top to bottom and he didn't care if I noticed or not. He then looked directly at me and stepped closer.
"You're okay with me watching you?" he asked softly and I knew he was now serious and wanting to make sure that I wasn't uncomfortable with what he was doing.
"Since it's with just you, you can look all you want," I replied. "Is it alright if I do the same with you?"
In response, he removed his shirt, shorts and boxers. He had already removed his shoes and socks right when we got in the room and so he was completely naked now and he stepped closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at my cock which was now stiffening up more and it would soon be a complete hard-on.
"That's a nice one," he said looking down at it.
I looked down at his and loved what I saw. His cock was completely hard now and was about six inches when hard, about an inch shorter than mine and unlike me, he was cut which I actually liked, not that I worried too much about cut or uncut, so long as a penis did what it was supposed to do. His balls were low-hanging at that moment and had only a few hairs on them, but they looked smooth for the most part.
My cock had a lot of foreskin at the end of it and when I'd pull it forward sometimes when jacking off to see how far it would reach, it extended enough so that it completely closed off the head of my cock. My balls were heavy and had a huge amount of hair which seemed to suddenly appear, though I had a few hairs sprout when I turned 13, then the rest came up when I was almost 14. In short, puberty hit me hard, like a Mack truck and though my voice still had a small amount of boy still left, I knew that it was changing quickly, especially when relatives and friends of my parents called sometimes and I'd answer the phone. They'd have to ask a couple of times who it was, for they were still used to hearing me as a boy who's body hadn't changed yet.
As I stood there with Torey admiring my body, I felt myself grow completely hard now and soon I'd be leaking precum hard and fast if we didn't get changed and on to the sand, but I knew the more challenging part would be when we got the lotion part out of the way, as we agreed to help one another apply the lotion, especially to our backs and to the backs of our legs. I was interested to see how that would go without either one of us commenting on it.
"Yours is nice as well," I said after finding my voice again.
With a bit more effort than I thought it would take, I moved away and got my swim shorts in which had built in underwear which was nice, so I wouldn't have to use the ones I had on and have nothing to where under my regular shorts once changed back in to my regular clothes again.
Torey got dressed in his shorts and after I got out the bottle of lotion, I went to put some in my hand and he put a hand on my arm to stop me.
"May I?" he asked. "I'd like to do it all for you if you don't mind."
I felt my body tingle with a deep excitement and my balls tingled as if zapped with electricity, and my cock stiffened again. I looked at him and smiled, then I felt my cock jump at the anticipation of his hands all over my body!
"I'd love that!" I replied and I couldn't keep out of my voice, the excitement that was running through my body.
"Cool," he answered and I handed him the bottle.
He squirted some of the lotion in to his hand and then put the bottle on the table beside the chair we had our clothes sitting on. He rubbed his hands together and then held them pressed together for a moment, then he stepped up to me and moved his hands apart.
He took my right arm and began rubbing it in and his smooth hands and the silky lotion made my cock jump several times in my shorts and I felt my balls throb hard! He did the same with the other arm, then he rubbed more on my chest and his palms brushed my nipples a few times and after the second time, he smiled, letting me know that he knew what he was doing.
He then did my shoulders, the backs of them, then my back, legs and feet.
I did the same for him and I felt his smooth arms, hands, shoulders, back, chest and stomach and when I rubbed gently on his stomach, I noticed the straight scars that extended from the beginning of his abdomen and making a detour from his navel and to the right lower area of his abdomen where the appendix usually was. He let out a noticeable gasp as my fingers moved from the beginning of the scar to its end.
"Sorry," I said looking up at him. "Did that hurt? I didn't mean to do that and I won't touch you there if you don't want me to."
"It's okay Brandon," he said softly. "Unless it's doctors, I'm not used to people touching my scars except for my own hands and even then, I don't really feel them that much. I'll tell you how I got them sometime, but not right now if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," I said and after applying lotion to his legs and feet, I put the bottle back in the bag and pulled him in to a warm and loving hug and we just stood there like that for what seemed like forever.
I could tell from pictures I saw and from scars on my own body from procedures, that the scars were surgical and that he must have been in a huge amount of danger if they needed to cut him that drastically.
After we separated, we went out and we lay in the sun for about an hour and it was in a place that was near people, but not populated enough so that we couldn't lay in one another's arms which we did all that time, and I'd occasionally take my hand and rub his arm and he'd do the same for me as well. Soon though, we got hungry and after about 20 more minutes of laying in one another's arms, we went and ordered some clam strips as well as a frozen lemonade for each of us, then we sat in shirts, deck shoes and our swim shorts at an outside table and enjoyed our food.
"I've really been enjoying myself with you today," Torey said after he finished the last clam strip in the basket.
"Me too," I replied.
"Me too what?" he said in a girly voice and puffing out his lips as if he were pouting.
"Oh my god," I said laughing. "Please don't tell me you watch the typical Chick Flicks with the usual type of girls in them."
"I guess we won't be watching anything like that if we spend the night at one another's houses at any point in the near future," he said laughing himself now.
"You do that if we have a movie night whenever we start doing sleep-overs, I'll just sit there jacking off quietly while you watch," I responded laughing and trying to keep my voice down.
"But I'd be resting my head on your shoulder and if it's on your left shoulder, the motions of your body would be making my head move and it would keep me from concentrating on the movie," he said as his face assumed a faked hurt look.
"Oh, such traumatic first-world problems for you," I said waving my hand as if waving away his concerns.
"Okay, now this romance is over," he said pretending to be broken-hearted and he pretended to toss a match to what I figured were supposed to be clothes.
We cracked up harder at that, then after we finished our drinks, we threw them away and went to lay back in the sun again after applying more lotion to one another.
"So are you still mad at me for making jokes about chick movies?" I asked smiling at him.
"Of course," he replied and laughed, then rested his head against my chest.
"So how do you want me to make it up to you?" I asked.
"I'll think of something," he said and I knew he was thinking about something mischievous.
We laughed at that, then I lay there with him resting his body against mine as I stroked his hair slowly and gently. It was Heaven and I never wanted it to end. He then shifted and turned so that he was laying with his back to me. I put my arms around him and held him and he scooted in and I felt his warm back and shoulders against my chest and stomach. I was hard as iron at that point.
I moved my hips so my cock wouldn't push against his crack and he turned and smirked at me, and I pretended not to notice. Then after a few minutes, I felt myself growing sleepy and I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I could drift off though, Torey turned around and faced me. I looked at him and he looked deeply in to my eyes, then nestled his head in the hollow of my neck. I just held him for a while, then I heard my phone go off.
I checked it and it was a text from Austyn asking if he and I could hang out the next day after I got back from church. I texted him and said I'd let him know, then I told Torey about it.
"I hope you and him have a nice time," he answered smiling. "You guys seem like you're practically brothers."
"We basically are," I responded.
After another half-an-hour, we decided to go back to the house and once there, we decided to get showers.
I got stripped down and Torey watched me again, and I watched him as he got undressed. I put his pair of swim shorts in the washer along with my clothes and then came back to the room. He was standing there watching me and then he walked up to me and I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders and rubbed them gently.
"Come here," I said softly.
He did as I asked and I held him in my arms and my need and desire for him was strong. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, and he had his body pressed up against mine and I felt his penis warm and stiff against my own and it was amazing!
He looked up at me and looked in to my eyes and I looked deeply in to his as we stood there with our bodies pressed together.
"You feel really good," he said.
"So do you," I replied. "I wish we could stay like this all day."
"Me too," he answered.
We separated and I let him get his shower first, then I got mine. Once out of the restroom and dried off and in a pair of shorts and t-shirt, I lay down on the bed next to him and he was dressed similar to me. He turned and faced me, but he was getting an eye-full of my cheek and my side, as I was turned on my back and my arms were behind my head propping it up.
"Care to turn towards me so I can look right at you?" he asked smiling.
"Yeah, I do care," I said and turned on my side with my back to him.
"That's not being very nice," he said smiling. "Turn and face me."
"No," I said laughing.
"Well, it's good that you're facing away from me, since I can give you a surprise," he responded.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Just some pay-back about making fun of my Chick Flicks," He answered.
"Yeah, the ones I know you don't watch," I said laughing.
He then leaned in to me and I felt the beginnings of his erection and I moved, but he moved with me and he was slightly on top of me as I was lying half-way on my stomach.
"There's your pay-back," he said laughing as he pushed gently against me.
I turned and now was lying on my back and he was resting himself gently on me and his cock was pushed lightly against mine. I pushed against him and then we smiled at one another.
"Okay, you paid me back, so now what??" I asked.
"Now you get to give me a massage," he said smiling at me.
"You know, a simple "May I have a massage" would work," I said.
"I'm sure it would," he replied.
"Well, since you act like you have the upper-hand, I'll have to fix that," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll have to remind you who's in charge here," I answered. "So I want to see you naked again."
He looked at me and then smiled and I put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't really have to. We're of course just fucking around with one another, so it's fine if you don't want to get naked."
"I'm fine with it," he said looking in to my eyes. "I'd do anything for you Brandon."
He got up off the bed and took off his shirt, shorts and boxers, then stood there before me completely naked and I sat up on the edge of the bed in front of him and I put my hands on his shoulders.
"May I feel all of you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
I stood and put my hands on his arms and felt all over them, then he stopped me and asked if I would be okay with getting naked as he was. I quickly agreed and we stood there and I couldn't resist taking him in my arms and holding him against me. Our cocks were hard and pressed together again and I wanted him badly at that moment.
I let him go after another moment, and felt all over his back, sides, chest, stomach and then I felt his thighs, legs and feet, then I moved my hands to his upper thighs and looked in to his eyes.
"Is it alright if I feel your cock and balls?" I asked nervously.
"As long as I get to check out yours after you're done," he replied.
I agreed and then my hands were feeling and caressing the smoothest and hardest cock I had ever felt aside from my own. I felt up and down its length and I stroked it a couple of times and he moaned softly.
"You have a little slack," I commented. "That's cool."
"Yeah, it's a good thing they left me with a little," he replied.
I moved my hands and began feeling and exploring his balls all over and I loved their smooth skin and the couple of wiry hairs, then I ran my hands through his pubic patch which was the same as the hairs on his sack and also soft to the touch. Soon, he was leaking and I moved my hands away and he looked at me.
"My turn," he said smiling.
I lay down on the bed and he lay beside me and turned on his side to face me. I waited and then felt his hands wrap around my cock and begin touching and caressing it. I was in absolute Heaven and I never wanted it to end. I never felt anything like that before and it was absolutely wonderful.
He lightly stroked up and down the length of my cock and pulled the foreskin to where it closed off the end of my cock's head and he smiled. He pushed it back all the way and precum flowed from under it and soaked my shaft and was running in to my patch of hair.
"Wow!" he said excitedly. "That's so cool. I love how your foreskin does that when I pull it up and push it back again!"
"Me too," I said as I felt myself get even more aroused for him.
He moved his hands to my balls and felt the thick hair all over them and some of the smooth skin that wasn't touched by them and he smiled and gave my manly parts what I figured was the most hungry look a guy could give and then he removed his hands and after wiping them on the towel he used to dry off with, he lay beside me facing me and I turned to look in his eyes.
"You're so hot!" he said smiling widely.
"So are you!" I replied and took him in my arms and held him close for a moment.
We got dressed again and lay there after our clothes were back on and continued talking for a while. It was the best day of my life, among a few others that is.
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Ryan Larson
Ryan Larson was just a few weeks away from turning 14. He lived with his mother in a house with a vast amount of woods in back of it which was one thing he loved. He had few friends and so he took pleasure in the woods and to a point, considered everything within them his friends. It was here within the woods and among the trees and grass that he felt safe, at least when he wasn't with his mother and occasionally his Uncle Karl who was her brother and who was always good to him. Aside from the two of them, he didn't really have anyone and most of the kids at school would seem to go out of their way to be mean to him which really upset him and fortunately for him, his mom was always there for him.
Ryan had dark-brown hair, light-blue eyes and was around 5-1 and around 150 LBs and was a little chubby. This didn't matter to his mother and Uncle Karl, but the kids at school and the occasional teacher would make comments, though the teachers weren't as mean, but it was worse with the kids who would say things. Ryan just hoped though that things might change at some point like he always did. Every night, he'd always ask God to bring him a friend. He had been doing this since he learned of the idea of God when he was 6 years old and his mom had taught him about God. He figured that God would answer him at some point, he just hoped that it would be soon though. Life he knew, could get really lonely and he wanted someone to share things with and laugh with like he saw other kids around him doing from time to time. He figured that something would happen soon and so it was with that thought that he got up off the ground where he had been sitting against his favorite tree and he headed for home.
Once back at the house, he came in and closed then locked the door behind him. He looked around and heard the soft sound of music playing. He knew his mom was home and she was in the living room, as that's the direction from which the music was emanating. He walked towards the living room and he saw her sitting on the couch reading while Classical Music played softly in the background.
"Mom, I'm home now," he said and walked over to her.
She was closing her book and then stood and walked to him, meeting him where he had stopped which was next to the coffee table. They hugged and she held him for a long moment like she always did all the years she was in his life and he just stood there with his arms around her, enjoying the hug as always. Then they separated and they sat down on the couch.
"Did you have a nice time outside?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I really liked it out there," Ryan replied smiling.
"I'm glad," she answered.
"Me too," he replied.
Beth Larson was Ryan's mother and it had been just the two of them since his father left when Ryan was only two years old. His father was not only abusive to her and him, but he was also a drunk and liked to use drugs. So after one of their more violent fights one night when Ryan had just turned two, his father had screamed at Beth when she yelled at him to get off the drugs and to stop drinking and when he punched her in her right eye, she pulled a knife from the kitchen sink and pointed it at him, telling him to get the fuck out of her house and to never call or contact her or Ryan ever again or until he had his act together. He left and since that time, neither Ryan or Beth ever heard from him.
Beth wished that Ryan could have a father in his life and sometimes wished that his father would get things together and come back in to his life and be there for him, but she understood the reality of the situation, so just left it alone. Ryan felt bad about not having a father, but she knew it would be worse if the man was in his life and abused him so it was better that he stayed away if he continued to live life in the ways he had been doing when they were together.
Uncle Karl was the closest thing to a father figure that Ryan had in his life since obtaining the ability to remember people and so long as he continued to be there for him, she didn't worry too much about Ryan's real father and unless he ever changed, then he could go to Hell as far as she was concerned, though she made it a point never to say any of that to Ryan. Given Ryan's special way of looking at the world and his personality, he was sensitive in the extreme, with funny things being more funny than most people would think and the same for sad things in that they made him cry easier than most would figure. His condition wasn't one single disease, but damage done to his brain from an infection he had obtained when she was still carrying him. The doctors said that she had contracted it, but that it effected Ryan and as the years went by, they saw that the parts of his brain which had been damaged were the parts dealing with learning certain things and he had a great deal of trouble understanding subtleties and other nuances of life.
This last part in particular worried Beth, much more than anything else. She understood the ways that kids could trick others in to doing things and most kids knew the words that served as codes for kids wanting them to do drugs or engage in similar activities, but not so for Ryan. Unless one came right out and asked him if he wanted to do drugs, drink beer or other hard drinks or if sexually manipulative people asked him point-blank if he wanted to have sex, then he could be tricked in to anything. She had been lucky to keep him out of most situations and especially with sexual issues, but she knew that there might come a day when she might not be able to protect him and what then?
She also worried about how he'd do in the world since he was also gay. She knew this most of his life, but he told her back when he was a couple of weeks away from turning 13 and she remembered it, since it had been an emotional experience to say the least.
She remembered and it was as if it was Yesterday. They had been sitting at the table while she did dishes after having dinner and he was a couple of days away from turning 13. She had been wondering when to have the talk with him about sex and she finally decided to talk to him when after a shower, he asked if there were any clean towels and when she handed it to him and though he tried to keep himself hidden except for his head, she noticed the several hairs above his penis and she acted as if she hadn't seen anything so as not to embarrass him, then left the room. She still thought about it though and knew she had to do something and she worried about how to go about it. Finally though, she decided just to talk to him and so it happened on that particular night.
After she finished the dishes, she sat back down as Ryan sat there drinking the last few drinks of his milk.
"Honey?" she began. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"
"Yeah," he said, though a look of worry crossed his face for a moment.
"You're not in trouble at all," she began. "I just want to talk with you for a while and help you to know some new things."
"Okay," he said in that child-like excited voice that she figured that he'd always have, though puberty would deepen it at some point.
"This may seem a little uncomfortable," she began.
"You can talk to me," he said. "It's okay."
"Okay," she started. "You know you'll be 13 in a few days."
"Yeah," he replied.
"Well, I'm sure you know that when kids become that age they begin changing slowly," she went on.
"Yeah, like what's going on with Uncle Karl's son Alex," he replied.
"Yeah, and you notice that his voice has gotten deeper lately?" she asked.
"I noticed that," he answered.
She explained to him about puberty as best as she could, then explained to him about hormones that allow for the changes boys and girls go through thanks to these hormones.
"There's other changes that happen as well," she went on. "You know about what's between your legs and that we've talked about how no one should touch you there unless it's Dr. Hamilton or unless you're with another kid and you both feel comfortable with doing it?"
"Yeah, I remember us talking about all that," Ryan responded and he was smiling in a nervous way, like what some kids do when talking about more personal areas of human anatomy.
"I'm glad you remember that," she said taking his hand. "When I gave you the towel you asked for a few nights ago, you took it and even though you tried to hide yourself for privacy, I still noticed out of the corner of my eye, that you're growing some hairs down there and that's part of what I'd like to talk to you about so you understand what's going to be happening over the next few years."
"I've noticed the hairs and sometimes here lately I've been feeling like I want to touch everything down there," he said looking down. "Is that weird or anything?"
"No," she replied. "That's normal, since your penis and testicles are going to probably start changing soon."
"They feel kind of different when I touch them lately, like when I hold my penis to urinate, sometimes it feels like it wants to get bigger, like when I wake up in the morning and have to use the restroom really bad," he answered. "Then sometimes, my sack feels kind of ticklish when I touch it and it's like my body wants me to touch it more and I don't remember it being like that before."
"That's because your testicles are starting to become active," she replied. "They've always been there as you've noticed all these years, but now they're starting to wake up basically, so that you can use them when you start having sex with the person you get in a relationship with so you can bring children in to the world with that person."
She explained about sperm, eggs, ovaries and how all that worked, then waited for Ryan to say he understood. He looked down at the table, then looked up at here and she knew that he was on the verge of getting upset.
"But I don't like girls in that way!" he said and began crying.
He jumped up out of his chair and she went to him and he held on to her tightly as he sobbed and shook in her arms. She walked with him to the couch in the living room and they sat there while he worked through his feelings for the moment, then he was calming down.
After he dried his eyes, he looked at Beth. She looked back and stroked his hair away from his forehead, then kissed his cheek and held him for a moment. She stayed with him like that for a moment, then released him and looked at him as she spoke.
"When you say that you don't like girls in that way," she began. "Do you mean that you haven't found one you like in a romantic way yet. Sometimes it can take a while for you to find a girl you like and even though some of the kids you've been around in school have been mean to you, I'm sure you'll meet a girl you'll become friends and maybe more than that with soon."
"That's not how I think about girls," he replied. "I only like them as people, but not like I'd like to kiss or do other things with them."
"Okay," she said trying to figure out how to ask the next question. "Do you know that some boys like other boys as friends, but as more than that. Some boys can like other boys sexually and romantically."
"You mean like that one guy that sometimes comes over with you after work so you guys can work on some of the files you take home with you some of the time?" Ryan asked.
The guy he was referring to was a coworker of Beth's at the hospital she worked with at the time. He was gay and he was opened about it, though he watched what he said when he was around Ryan, as she was trying to introduce him to issues of sexuality slowly over time and her friend respected that. Aaron was his name and he worked with her in billing and they'd sometimes take some of the work back to her house, not the actual files themselves, but notes they'd take and they'd work out some of the more nuanced areas of payments that couldn't be done due to time constraints during the workday.
"I had said that he lived with a guy who was a roommate," she replied. "I don't remember telling you that he was gay," she responded. "Did he say something to you when I wasn't in the room at any point? I did make it clear to him not to say anything until I could talk to you about stuff like that."
"No, he didn't say anything to me," Ryan answered. "He'd get that smile on his face when he'd talk about his friend Marcus though. It's kind of like how Uncle Karl gets when he talks about Aunt Silvia."
"So you're saying you figured it out from something like that?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said smiling.
"That's really good," she responded and then smiled and hugged him. "So can you tell me with your words what you're wanting to say?"
"I'm like how Aaron and Marcus are," he answered. "I'm gay like them."
She hugged him and held on for a long moment, then they separated. They then spent the rest of the evening with her talking to him about knowing when and when not to tell people about himself and how some people didn't agree with being gay. She also told him the hurtful words people sometimes used for people who were gay and she also told him about how some people even believed that The Bible said that it was wrong to be gay, but that many people had different ideas about what the specific passages said that anti-gay people cited as reasons to dislike GLBT people. The conversation in the end was a good one and Ryan felt even more loved and safe with his mother and things had turned out well where all that was concerned.
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Brandon
After Torey left with Michael, I sat down on my bed and thought about our visit that day. I especially thought about what we did once back at the house and back in my room and it got me hard immediately. I didn't jack off though, I just thought about the feeling of us touching one another's cocks and I also thought about how we would look at one another while talking and laying in one another's arms. I knew we were getting even closer and I would eventually need to talk to Torey about it. I hoped that he'd say he'd want to be with me as more than friends, and I figured that he'd agree to it when the day came to talk about it. For now though, I just sat there thinking, then I went and got a book and began reading to pass away the rest of the evening until it was time for dinner, then to go to sleep at some point.
Author's Notes
Ryan Larson will be playing a large part in this story, and I don't think anyone will see it coming as to how that happens. I hope everyone likes the surprise though. So everyone have a good evening and I'll see you guys in Chapter Six.