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Free Association
By Puck  (puck512@hotmail.com)

Part I
Getting Bent

Like all my peers there came a time when I made that mythical transition 
from boy to adolescent.    Like every other person who ever lived, I 
struggled with the changes in my body.  When I was thirteen, more than a 
full year after my cock had started growing hard for reasons known only to 
itself (and almost always the most embarrassing moments) and I had started 
desperately trying to piece together the holy grail called sex, my parents 
handed me a small pamphlet which would serve as my guide into adulthood.

The book titled "Your changing body" gave me a short sermon about pimples, 
breaking voices, and sexual urges which must be resisted until I was 
properly married.  Marriage was followed by inserting my penis into my 
wife's vagina to make a baby. The book was so dry and distant that even a 
desperate thirteen year old boy could find nothing the least bit 
inspirational.

Like most boys I suffered in silence and life went on almost as normal.   I 
hung around a group of five boys but it was Trent who was my best friend.  
We were next door neighbors and had known each other forever and a day.  
Since I was an only child, he was the closest I could come to imagining what 
having a brother would have been like.  When we were eight we corrected 
life's oversight and officially made ourselves blood brothers in the 
traditional Indian way of cutting our palms, spitting on it and shaking.  It 
was god-awful painful, even more messy, and our mothers fretted to no end 
about the damage we had inflicted on ourselves which made it even more 
worthwhile.

The only secret I ever kept from Trent was how weird everything had suddenly 
become in my life.  No matter what the book said about this being natural 
and that other boys my age were experiencing everything I was, I was 
convinced that Trent who had always been a constant in my life was above all 
this.

I don't think I had ever felt more alone in my life.

Everything, and I do mean everything, changed on a hot August afternoon in 
the summer of my thirteenth year.  Trent and I had spent the day hunting 
raspberries and by the time we had made it out to Carver's lake we were hot, 
sweaty, and tired.  A dip in the lake was exactly what we needed.

We had grown up skinny dipping in Carver's lake and we shed our clothes 
without a second thought and had plunged headlong into the cool water.  
Trent was the rotten egg and I made sure he knew it.  Any Impartial observer 
would have clearly seen that I had made it in first.  Since there didn't 
happen to be an impartial observer nearby Trent made an outrageous claim  
that I had been the last one in.

I splashed him and he splashed me,  he dunked me and I dunked him in turn, 
and our innocent argument turned into a full fledged wrestling match.  It 
was nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before.  Sometime during the 
match he had chased me from the water and with a righteous tackle pinned me 
to the ground and held me there squirming in frustration below him.

Like I say, it was nothing we hadn't done before.  We'd grown up wrestling 
and since Trent was the older and larger he usually won, though if I was 
serious about something I could usually hold my own.  Mostly, though, it 
usually ended with him on top of me threatening and tickling me, while I  
laughed and giggled until he forced me to cry uncle. This was the first time 
a match had started while we had been skinny dipping though.

I sensed something amiss when he didn't gloat and try to tickle me into 
submission.  He just sat there astride me, his hands holding my wrists above 
my head, staring down at me.  It was then that I was aware that he was 
breathing hard and that his cock was very hard and very big and it was 
grinding down, throbbing even, against my crotch.

He blushed, the deepest darkest red I had ever seen before on anyone and I 
could see the indecision in his eyes.  He knew he should get off me before 
he embarrassed himself further but he didn't want too.  I was completely at 
his mercy and he didn't know how to handle the sudden flush of sexual power 
or the fact that I wasn't exactly resisting him.  Trent was excited and I 
was responded to that.  My cock grew hard against his and I could feel my 
cock sliding against his as it grew.

God that was such a sexy sensation.

Trent bit his lower lip and ground his crotch against mine just a little at 
first but it was enough to make me gasp in pleasure as our cocks rubbed 
together.  I was such a total virgin.  I had never learned to masturbate and 
aside from a few wet dreams I had never had an orgasm.  What Trent was doing 
as he ground his crotch against mine was something completely new to me and 
I was his complete and devoted slave.  What he was doing felt good.

It felt more than good.

Our bodies still slick from our recent swim rubbed against each other and I 
was overwhelmed by all the incredible, new sensations.  To this day I can 
perfectly recall the feel of his smooth skin against mine, the sound of his 
labored breathing, the amazing sensations of his legs wrapped around my 
waist, his tight grip around my wrists that subdued even the tiniest, insane 
desire to fight what was happening.  Best of all was feeling his cock grind 
against mine, feeling his skin rub and brush against my supersensitive skin. 
  Everything kept feeling better and better until Trent gasped and tensed, 
humping forward so much his tight ball-sack dragged along my cock as he 
pushed his cock hard up against my stomach.  I felt something warm and 
sticky flow across my skin while Trent made choking, strangling sounds of 
pleasure as he humped me and rubbed his come between our stomachs.

Trent looked at me, his face completely unreadable.

"I've never done that with anybody," he confessed as he rolled off me.

"What did we do?"  I asked as I rubbed curiously at his come noting that it 
was almost identical in smell and texture to the stuff I had to clean up 
when I had one of my wet dreams.

He looked at me like I was a Martian, unable to believe that I knew even 
less about sex than he did.

"Sex,"  He answered. "Don't you know anything?"

"Guess not."  I answered.

"Don't you even..."  he trailed off, then lacking a word made the shape of a C 
with his hand and began jerking it up and down.    When my look of utter 
confusion answered him, he elaborated:  "You know, rub it..."

When I confessed my innocence he reached over and took my cock between his 
fingers.  I almost pulled back.  I wasn't expecting it, but once the 
surprise wore off I discovered the rapturous pleasure of him squooshing my 
cock between his fingers, kneading it and stroking it.  Almost as soon as 
the surprise faded I sprang instantly erect in his hand.

Having something more substantial to grasp, he then wrapped his fingers 
around my cock and began working the skin up and down.  I couldn't tear my 
eyes off of his hand around my cock.  When he had humped me things had felt 
pretty good but this...  This was the next level of magnitude.  This was...  It 
was everything good I had had ever felt.  It was an answer to every question 
I ever had.

His hand stroked up and down moving faster and faster until it became a blur 
and I found my hips bucking in reply and then -- Oh God -- and then a white 
geyser erupted spewing my seed high into the air between us, then another 
and another as it spattered on Trent, on me, and on the ground.  With each 
spurt of my come I experienced the most perfect symphony of raptures.  Trent 
pounded me unceasingly, milking me for every last drop and pleasure.

I was panting and trembling when I finally opened my eyes and saw Trent 
staring at me.   He seemed uncomfortable and unsure of himself which was 
unusual for him.  I guess it was only natural.  Playing cowboy and Indian is 
a pretty safe and acceptable activity.  Giving your virgin friend a hand-job 
is out on the edge a bit.

"Jesus H. Christ, Trent that was fucking-A-W-S-O-M-E."

"Yea, it's fun.  I been doing it for a while but I didn't think...  I mean...  
Well I didn't know if you'd like it."

"The only thing I'm mad about is you not showing me this the moment you 
discovered it!"  I bubbled.

I wasn't really disturbed.  Wrapped in the warm glow of my first waking 
orgasm and basking in the newfound knowledge that I was not a mutant -- that 
I was no longer alone -- I felt too good to be angry or confused or 
anything.

"Tell me everything!"  I demanded eagerly.

"That's all I know," he replied sheepishly.

I frowned.  It seemed like there should be something more to it than that 
and I said so.

"Well maybe now that you're around we can find some new tricks,"  Trent 
answered and he sounded eager.

"Like you humping me,"  I said.

Trent blushed furiously.

"Yea, that felt pretty good."

If the hour hadn't been so late we might have said more or done more but as 
it was we barely made it back before dark and even then Trent's mom swore 
she was about ready to send for the po-lice to round us up.  Any further 
explorations would have to wait until that evening.

Since it was summer we had no trouble arranging for me to stay over at 
Trent's house that night.  We didn't come right out and say it, I don't 
think we even admitted it to ourselves, but we had discovered a new, secret 
toy and we wanted to play with it.

That night, Trent stretched out, gloriously nude on his bed while I knelt 
beside him, letting his phallus fill my vision.  I marveled how much like 
mine it was.  How we were both circumcised, how it would quiver and twitch 
in the air, how the veins were visible beneath the skin and how big and 
purple the tip got.  I also marveled at Trent's tiny tuft of pubic hair.

Slowly I wrapped my fingers around his cock and working from memory gently 
stroked up and down, completely absorbed in the feel of fleshy softness over 
a hard inner core.  I inexpertly jacked him off and delighted in the 
fountain that gushed forth as he shuddered on the bed in orgasm.

A small gob landed on my cheek and even though it was the grossest thing I 
had ever done in my life I scooped it the short distance into my mouth and 
tasted it.

I decided it tasted OK.

Trent returned the favor and we fell asleep shortly afterwards.

Chapter -2-

It wasn't until October when Trent and I went beyond jerking each other off. 
  It never became entirely routine over the weeks but eventually we were 
doing it often enough that it wasn't exactly special or remarkable.  It was 
something that we did that felt good, sort of like taking a deep, long, 
satisfying piss.

In October Trent was staying over at my house one Friday night and was 
jerking me off when he said in a casual, but low and slightly conspiratorial 
voice,  "In Gym, I heard one of the boys call another a cock-sucker.   They 
got into a fight over it, but if cock-rubbing feels good..."

He let the thought trail off as he continued to stroke me.  I mulled it over 
a little.  I hadn't thought on it before.  Sex was too new for me to worry 
about labeling myself but kids are hypersensitive to labels and gay, queer, 
and cocksucker were not labels any kid wanted.

I was still trying to reconcile the sudden revelation that what Trent and I 
were doing was a "gay thing" when Trent said, "It's just between us.  If you 
want I'll suck you."

That had taken guts.  Even with his hand around my cock, even knowing me all 
his life, even being blood brothers, that took guts.  I doubted I would have 
had  the courage to have offered the same.

I'd love to say that I thought it over and made a deliberate decision, or 
Trent's offer moved me, or I had a brilliant flash of insight into the utter 
meaningless of sexual labels.  In truth, Trent's hand had gotten me close to 
orgasm and I was feeling very good and horny and randy and agreeable to 
anything that felt good.  My answer was a nod and that's all it took.

Trent bent over  and I felt my cock being pulled back and bared to his open 
mouth.  There was no preamble as he lowered his mouth over me, stopping 
about half-way before he made a wet, sloppy seal and slowly sucked his way 
up my cock.

He fumbled his way inexpertly but as amateurish as it was it as overwhelming 
in its sensations.  His hot wet lips slid up and down my throbbing shaft 
while his tongue rubbed up and down the base of my cock.  His hand grasped 
the base of my cock and while it didn't move much, it added it's own 
movements to everything else.

I had already been close but even if I had started cold I doubt it would 
have taken much more.  On the fifth stroke I exploded into Trent's mouth.  
He gagged and pulled away quickly and left my poor cock twitching against my 
stomach spurting white, milky seed onto my stomach.

An orgasm that I had expected to be the best I had ever had suddenly and 
dismally turned into the most disappointing.

"Jeez you lamer, next time finish what you start!"  I swore.

"It tasted..."

"Yea, yea, salty.  Big deal.  It was beautiful Trent.  It was the best thing 
we've ever done and then nothing."

"Sorry.  I'm new at this.  Next time I'll do better."

"You'd better.  Now hop up here and take notes,"  I grinned as we traded 
places.

As good as his cock had felt in my hands it felt just as good in my mouth.  
My cock was pretty large and Trent always had trouble taking all of my meat 
but his was smaller and I could suck him all the way to the base and just 
get a little tickle at the back of my throat.  I took everything he had done 
right and imitated it and then innovated by letting my tongue rub and struck 
him more and grinding my lips against the ridges on the underside of his 
cock-head.

He lasted for only a few strokes before he gasped and grabbed my head.  He 
pulled me down hard onto my cock and began to well and truly fuck my face.  
While I felt like gagging a few times, something not helped by the few times 
he managed to force his spurting shaft back far enough to rub against the 
back of my throat, I swallowed everything he had to give.  I turned green, I 
felt queasy for an hour afterwards but I didn't leave him hanging in midair 
like he had left me.

I sucked him unmercifully, I sucked him dry and then kept on sucking as long 
as he kept moving.  Trent, I was very, very sure, was having the orgasm of 
his life and I did everything I could to keep it that way.

"Un-Fucking-Believable."  He gasped as he collapsed back into the bed.

Trent and I had never been really intimate after our play, but I was tired 
and exhausted and so was he.  I didn't feel like recovering on the cold 
floor in the sleeping bag so I crawled up next to him.  I guess we kinda 
snuggled together.

"If being a cocksucker is so bad, why does it feel so good?"  I mused idly.

Trent, ever one with the answers, replied, "We're suppose to grow up and get 
married and have kids but if everyone knew that it felt like this with 
another guy maybe there'd be no more kids."

"Oh yea, like I wanna spend the rest of my life with you!"  I challenged, 
trying to engage him in play.

I was surprised when Trent looked hurt at that.

A few hours later, both of us fully recovered.  Trent gave me my first, real 
blow job.

Chapter -3-

Aside from brotherly love or friendship I really didn't have any romantic 
feelings for Trent and though I sometimes wondered, I'm pretty sure Trent 
was the same way.  There's no man alive who can't vividly recall the total 
insanity of that age when everything, and I do mean everything revolved 
around sex and everything, and I do mean everything was set up to see that 
we didn't get it.  The first wall was ignorance, the second wall was 
religion and morality, the third was the total alieness of females.

There were so many walls.

What Trent and I did was a great release.  Our bodies demanded the 
satisfaction and aside from the physical satisfaction there was the mental 
satisfaction of having someone you could trust at that level and the 
security in no longer going it alone.  Yet for all of the positives there 
was a lot of guilt.

In theory being Gay should be no more a stigma than being black or oriental. 
  But kids, being kids, tend to eat their own.  The need to belong is so 
intense that they will eventually create an outside just so they can appease 
their insecurities by being on the inside.  From the start and especially 
once the full seriousness of what we were doing dawned on us, we were 
discrete.

Our social lives, reputations, and our future depended on being inside.  I 
don't think either one of us thought of ourselves as gay.

None-the-less, secrecy was fertile ground for guilt and as the year went by 
the guilt was fueled by the need for novelty in our sex-play.   We had 
discovered fairly early on that being sucked while a finger was up your ass 
stroking the prostate was not only obscenely dirty and definitely gay but it 
was also the most intense orgasm two boys could ever hope to produce.

The first time had happened with me on my stomach, my hips raised with 
Trent's head underneath me as he sucked me off.    As usual he had one hand 
around the base of my shaft so I wouldn't plunge down his throat and the 
other hand was kind of massaging my buttocks, something we had just started 
doing.

I was raising my hips and lowering them, fucking his mouth as I hugged the 
pillows.  As always it was a great sensation and then I had felt Trent's 
slick finger circling my puckered asshole sending electric tingles of 
anticipation through me.  It was like holding a match to gasoline.  When he 
forced his finger inside me and I felt my asshole throbbing around the 
intrusion I came.  Oh Jesus I came.  Trent, it seemed had discovered a sex 
book in his parents house and had read up, taking note of an obscure 
reference to the prostrate.

He milked me dry for a two-minute long orgasm as I furiously humped his face 
and his finger massaged my prostrate even to the point of using his finger 
as a hook to pull me down harder onto his face. Then he sucked me off for a 
back-to-back orgasm -- one of the few I have ever had.  The sensations were 
so strong that I never got soft so he never stopped sucking and massaging my 
prostate the whole way he milked me to my second orgasm in short order.

When I returned the favor we were so utterly exhausted and sucked dry that 
we both knew that we had found the ultimate sex-act.  The only thing left 
would be anal sex.

We really were scared of going so far that we would have to admit being Gay 
and so anal sex became an unspoken taboo.  But taboo or not, we simply could 
not resist the temptation not after sampling the other forbidden pleasures.  
Despite the forbidden knowledge found in Trent's parent's book, Anal sex was 
a very advanced position and the tightness of our anuses provided enough of 
a barrier so that we were stopped at every attempt.

In hindsight, after a few months when we had started working two then three 
fingers up each others asses we could have accommodated each other easily 
enough but by then Trent and I had a new wrinkle in our sex-lives.

*** END ***


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