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Date: Thu, 1 May 2014 15:04:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gossett Stacy <teckno72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Haze

Summer Haze

   When I look back on that summer, it seems like a dream.  However, all
the details still come back to me at the appropriate times.  Matt was a
classmate of mine.  Our mothers (his mother was a librarian) decided we
should get to know one another.  I was polite, quiet, and friendless.  He
was one of the most physically developed guys in our grade.  He was a
little too confident, so he put off many people.  But, not me.
   Matt was dark-haired, tall, handsome, having lots of veins in
interesting places.  I was still a kid, one head shorter than he was, and I
had dark hair and hazel eyes.  I guess people considered me handsome, but
they did not talk to me much.  Thus, I became quite the loner.
   It was hot outside, but (being boys) we had to play outside come hell or
high water.  We were making our way down a little trail in the woods when
Matt decided: "It's getting too hot.  I'm going to take off my t-shirt.
You take yours off too!"
   We were already sweating through our shirts by this time anyway.
Though, I was not used to taking off my shirt or being around anyone that
did.  Matt smiled, "Come on!"  I felt stupid pulling my t-shirt over my
head.  Matt had already gotten his off in record time.  It was cooler
without a sweaty t-shirt on.  We wasted no time in looking all over each
other, as subtly as possible.  I knew this kind of thing happened at
sporting events, but I was not into sports.  Maybe I should have been.
   I had noticed sometimes that he scratched himself below the belt.  That
had given me something to think about.  Now, I could freely see the dark
hair protruding from under his thin arms.  Strange how that little bit of
hair can make one feel so sexy inside.  Girls were cute, but Matt was
pretty much a man.  And, that was hot.  No matter what anyone said.
   Pretty soon Matt started complaining that he needed to go to the
bathroom.  I said there was a clearing coming up, and he could pee there.
He said, "Oh, no.  You and I are both going to pee."  I watched as he went
to the edge of the clearing in the woods, and proceeded to unzip his pants.
His long, thick dick was soon in full view, pulled through his fly.  Matt
looked at me: "Well?"  I quickly pulled mine out too, feeling very nervous.
I hoped he would not make fun of it.  It was much smaller and shorter than
his.  Fortunately, he did not make fun of my size, and we had a nice pee
(except when Matt tried to cross streams).  I was seriously afraid I would
get urine on my clothes.  That would be a hard one to explain to Mom.  We
shook off and continued on our way.
   We walked down to the pond.  We looked around.  There really is a lot to
see around a real pond.  "You ever skinny dip?" Matt asked with a big
smile.  I had to admit that I had not.  "It's nothing."  I would never
believe that in a million years.  Two guys naked together?
   I guess I looked pretty frightened, because Matt added, "We're both
boys.  We have the same equipment.  If you were in sports, you would see
more of that kind of thing."
   "That kind of thing" was quickly giving me an erection.  I hoped Matt
did not notice.
   "Boy!  I hate clothes!" cried Matt as he proceeded to strip the rest of
the way in front of me.  Now, Matt had a beautiful, hairy body.  I hoped I
was not watching him too closely.
   He was pretty white all over, granted.  But, with his dark hair, he
looked sort of exotic to me.  Nice blue eyes.  A patrician's nose.  Good
teeth.  Nice pectorals.  Thin.  Somewhat hairy.
    And, then, there was his dick: a thing of beauty.  Long enough.  Thick
enough.  His pubic hair was dark and curly.  I think his dick was bigger
than my Dad's!  Matt did a little dance, then he moved slowly out into the
murky water.  "You aren't chicken, are you?"
   Well, I just had to prove that I was not chicken!  Those are fighting
words!  I carefully folded my clothes as I took them off, leaving them
folded on the bank in a safe spot.  Then, I entered the water as quickly as
I dared.  Skinny dipping feels a lot different than swimming in a suit.
Matt laughed at me for getting in the water before my erection showed much,
but he did not say anything more about my being a chicken.  We even played
this weird game where one of us stood up, and the other swam through the
other's legs.  Of course, this gave us a chance to touch each other down
there.  His dick was all floppy.  I bet he did this a lot.  He was not even
erect yet.  My dick stood at attention, despite my attempts to keep it
flaccid.  Mental pictures of the suffering in Ethiopia somehow did not help
to calm it down this time.  Matt was just way too hot.
   We played in the water for some time.  Matt had started a game of "grab
ass."  I do not think that I could have been harder, and Matt laughed at
me.
   "Wanna do something REALLY fun?" asked Matt.
   "Sure, what?" I asked, hoping not to sound too na�ve.
   "Let's get out of the water first."
   "Okay."
   "Now don't be a chicken, and don't tell anybody about this.  You'll see
why in a minute.  Have a seat on the bank."
   I did.  Naked and wet and being warmed by the sun (sweat beginning to
return).
  Then, Matt did the most amazing thing!  I was scared at the time, because
I had no idea what he wanted to do.  So, I waited nervously for him to do
something.  This was as far as I had ever gotten with anyone.  Ever.
   And, then, he pounced upon me.  I was not ready for this.  I felt
certain that he was attacking me.  He knocked me over, and (then) he went
straight for my groin.  The most wonderful pleasure I had ever felt
occurred right then.  Matt's warm, wet mouth went around my dick.  I saw
stars.  Never had anyone been so intimate with me.
   At first, I had no idea why he was going up and down on my penis.  But,
my dick became erect, and I realized that there was nothing but pleasure
coming to me.  Matt was giving me pleasure, and my member was getting
harder and harder in his mouth.
   Matt took a short break and asked me, "Do you like it?"  I was too busy
moaning.  He took that as a signal to continue.  "Matt!  I'm about to
spew!" I said urgently.  He got even faster!  I could not believe the
feeling!
   And, of course you guys know exactly what happened next.  The white
stuff erupted out of my penis into his mouth.  He kept going, even though I
was becoming sensitive down there.  He swallowed it all!  I had never
thought about that happening.  Matt confided in me much later that an
ancient neighbor had taught him all he knew about sex.  And, this is what
had happened to him after a few visits with that old guy.  He never told
another soul; so, he told me that I should never tell anyone else either.
He had me swear.  Normally, I would never do such a thing; but, I thought
it would be okay, as I hadn't planned to tell a soul about it anyway.
   Oh, and that is not all that happened to me that day.  It seems the
neighbor man had done other things to/for Matt.  "Unhh!  Let's stop for a
bit!" I cried softly to Matt.  He took his hot mouth away from my dick.  I
immediately regretted having him remove his mouth from my dick.  Now, there
was a sense a loss: a realization that that might never happen to me again.
Oh! But, the pleasure I experienced when I finally came was miraculous.
That is what all the older boys called "shooting off."
   But, he had no intention of letting me up.  Instead, Matt did the
strangest thing next.  He flipped me over gently and applied his wet tongue
to my arse.  I had no idea that that would feel so good.  I writhed good
naturedly as he applied his tongue to and around my sweaty hole!
   He kept it up too.  I had no idea such pleasure could be obtained from
just having your rear licked by another person.  I was not in danger of
ejaculating, I did not think.  I had already spent my load a few seconds
ago, so it was nothing but pure pleasure.  "You like it, hunh?" he smiled.
"We can do a lot more things together."
   At this point in life, I barely knew what guys and girls did to one
another.  I really had no idea what guys did to each other.  The mechanics
seemed more complicated; and, yet, more simple at the same time.  But, what
did I know?  I had never been with a boy before this.  My imagination could
barely contain the notion that some boy wanted to do this to me for real.
What else was there?
    Well, I was in for a surprise.  Matt was insatiable!  He went over to
where his clothes were on the bank.  I thought we were done.  Instead, he
pulled a small container out of his pants' pocket.  Upon further
inspection, I noticed it was a small jar of Vaseline �.  Maybe it was
the travel size.  I had no idea.  I did not know that they made them that
small anymore.  Matt smiled a crooked smile.  I grew just a shade more
fearful.  What did he have in mind?
   "You know how guys fuck girl pussy?" he asked tentatively.
   "Ummm, sure," I replied, hoping to sound more grown up than I felt.
Girl pussy?  Who knew more about it than I did?  Right.  Though, I did not
think he was much into girl pussy, the way he was liking me so much!
   "Well, guys can do the same thing with guys.  And, guys never get
pregnant!" he said, chuckling a little, as if it was quite a joke.
   Well, I knew guys did not have to worry about being pregnant.  I could
not say why exactly, but that was a time-honored truth that I knew pretty
well (or thought I did).
   "Go ahead.  Get hard again.  I know you can," coaxed Matt to my red
face.  Well, I knew I could get hard again.  Young guys always can, but I
wondered what he had in mind.  He did not have a pussy.  That was some kind
of hole thing in the front of a girl.  He had a dick.  A very big dick that
looked like a man's, and it was definitely not a hole.
   "Help me for a minute.  Rub this stuff on my butt," said Matt.  I did as
he said.
   "No, inside my butt.  In my hole," he cried in exasperation.  Well, I
did not know.  I had never been with a boy like this in my life!  He showed
me how to lube up his hole.  I found the whole thing kind of gross, but he
apparently loved it.  It was kind of sexy, in a dirty way.
    "Now, put it in."  I thought about it a minute, not wanting to look
stupid again so soon.
   "Put what in?"  I asked slowly, hoping he would not hit me for being so
stupid.
   "Put your dick in my hole!" he cried.
   "Oh."
   He shook his head a little.  I moved closer to his hole, and I finally
put it in (wondering the whole time if I was doing it right).  He made a
grunt of satisfaction.  I just kind of hugged his shoulders, making sure my
dick did not pop out or anything.  It sure was gooshy in there.
   Seeing as I was sort of paralyzed by indecision, Matt actually started
things.  He rode up and down on my penis like a he was riding a mechanical
bull!  I was kind of surprised.  I know he had done this before, but I did
not think he would be so . . . experienced!  It did feel good.  He was kind
of loud, but I took it as a compliment.  He couldn't exactly do this
without me, after all!
   Matt was definitely enjoying this more than I was.  He made all these
sounds.  Not sounds like you make when you are going to the bathroom.  But,
sounds that people make when they are doing it!  Unfortunately, I was
afraid the whole time that I was not doing it properly.  What's more: even
though it felt good, there was no way I was going to come again.  So, I
just sat there; and, I tried to pretend that I was having fun too.  I could
not begin to make the sounds he made, but I don't think he cared.  He was
too busy riding my dick, back and forth.  I'm not sure whether he came or
not, but he really did enjoy himself.  There was no doubt about that.
   We finished after some time.  Matt turned around and smiled as big as
I've ever seen him smile.  I smiled back, as it was expected of me.  Then,
he almost scared me when he grabbed me in the biggest bear hug I had ever
received from a classmate.  It was probably the only bear hug I had
received from a classmate, but it did feel nice.  I hugged him back, trying
to match the pressure he had used.  I think it is hard not to feel
something for someone who is earnestly hugging you tight.  And, Matt was
just down right sexy too.  No doubt about it.
   "Remember, don't tell anybody," he said with some kind of a half-threat
in his voice.  Well, I never did.  Until now.  It was a long, hot summer.
And, Matt was very free with his love.  I enjoyed him a lot.  Yeah, I felt
a great sense of regret when he started dating girls in high school.  We
finally stopped doing boy to boy stuff.  I think he felt a sense of regret
too, but he had to date the girls.  We have never said anything more about
our . . .  summer activities.  And, though it was time to grow up (I
suppose), I new I never wanted to date girls, partially because Matt had
ever been so good to me.  I guess I missed that, but I never found another
boy friend until I went to college.
   My parents cut out this article in the paper for me about Matt and his
blushing bride.  She was pretty.  He seemed happy.  I kept the article.  I
guess my parents wanted to suggest what I should be doing.  I never got
with a girl.  And, Matt divorced the woman a few months later.  I had to
wonder.  But, he had chosen his path.  And, I, mine.
   I have never seen Matt again.  I do not think it is because I was mad at
him.  I wasn't.  But, there had just been too much water under the bridge
between us for us to go back to saying, "Hi," on the street of my home town
and his.  He had gotten married.  He had turned his back on gaydom.  Not
really anyone's fault.  Still, he had not even showed up to our first
reunion after high school.  That said volumes.  Still, I can never forget
those sultry summers we had.  I bet he hasn't forgotten them either.  Such
is life.