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Hey, Dude! Part Five
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Hey Dude
Part 5
"Cool... Ron, thanks...." said Geoff as he shed his towel and climbed
in dressed in white baggy boxers. Ron switched off his lamp and they
were alone in the dark together. "You doin' all right...?" asked Ron.
Geoff sighed and turned to face him. "Yeah, sorta. They been fightin'
more and more, and I'm worried." He sighed again. Ron was struck with
the fact that there was a *person* next to him, not a little kid, not
another face at school... here was an individual, complex and apart from
him, with hopes and fears and dreams of his own; yet they were
friends... Ron could share this other person's life, could maybe help
this guy that he genuinely cared about... then Geoff reached over and
gently placed his warm small hand on Ron's chest, holding it there and
moving his fingers slightly. "I can't believe you're my friend, Ron." He
rolled to the boy and hugged him close. Geoff gazed into his eyes as
their arms went around each other. Geoff snuggled up to Ron under the
covers. Ron felt the tears start, and try as he might, couldn't stop
them. In fact, trying to hold back made it worse, and a sob choked out
of him. Geoff flinched back and shook his head, confused. "Ron... Ron...
are you.... cryin' ? Why? What's wrong, Ronny, don't cry, dude..."
"Geoff.... it's 'cause, it's like, you mean a lot to me, and I been
lonely, and I really, really wanted someone like you to be my friend,
and then they hit you and hurt you and I just want to go over there
and...." Ron broke completely down, rolling away from his friend and
sobbing into his hands. Geoff began pulling insistently on Ron's
shoulder, trying to get him to turn back. Ron got himself together and
when he faced Geoff again, tears were leaking down the smaller boy's
face into his pillow. "Don't worry, Ron, don't worry. I'm not hurt. I
been thinkin' how weird it is, 'cause I been really happy lately, and
this evening in the car I figured out it was, it was because... Ron....
oh, thank you!" cried the boy. Ron cradled him in his arms. "I love you
Ron." said the boy, his face still pressed into Ron's chest. Ron bent
down and kissed the kid's forehead and eyebrows.
"Don't say that if you don't mean, like, that for real. I had a bad
experience, Geoff, and I'm not going through that again."
"I do, Ron, I *know* I do. You've, like, been better to me than
anyone. I always wanted someone like you....you know? I know I love you."
"Geoff, you're so important to me. You sure you want us to be in
love?"
"Oh, Ron, yes... yes! You're all I think about, like in school I can't
concentrate, I get bo... (Geoff flushed and was silent for a beat. Ron
held his breath) I think about you a lot..." finished Geoff.
"Dude...can I ask you a real personal question? You don't gotta answer
if you don't' want to."
"Sure."
"You had sex-ed?" "Sure." "You know what an erection is?" "Duh! Sure I
do! It's a boner." "Yeah. Do you, um, know what masturbation means?"
Ron's throat dried up and he started to shake.
"Yeah. Do you, like, um, sometimes guys, you know... Do *you* do it?"
"Well, yeah.. I'm sixteen. I do it." For very nearly the first time,
someone was paying attention to Geoffrey, actually listening to what he
had to say, interested in his thoughts.....
"Its called beating off, right? My cousin calls it strokin'. I also
heard jackin' off, beatin' it, and finger-job."
"Yeah, and whackin', and spankin' th' monkey, a lot of things..."
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Geoff?"
"You really do it? Like with your hand?"
"Um, yeah, dude, all guys do it, it's natural. I do it a lot. Feels
good and relaxing."
"Yeah.." said Geoff, thinking. "Feels good...." suddenly the boy
gasped, realizing he had just admitted to what they were talking about.
Ron's heart was about to burst. He had grown another bone, and he was
trying to keep Geoff's shins from discovering that. First he had to get
Geoff over his pre-teen fears of ridicule and exposure.
"Geoffrey, dude, we're friends. I love you, dude, like we were
brothers or something. That means we can talk about stuff that we
couldn't talk about with other people. It means I trust you, like."
Geoff was silent for quite a while, staring at Ron's chest while Ron
absentmindedly ran his fingers down Geoff's neck and along his skinny
shoulders. "...Yeah. Makes sense..." he said to himself.
"Dude, what makes sense?" asked Ron.
"You sure you won't tell this to anyone, Ron?"
"Dude..." snorted Ron. "What's between us is private, okay?"
"Okay, okay... I just.... this is embarrassing.."
Ron hugged him a little closer. "I know. But you can trust me."
"I... when I like, do it, you know? And I kinda think about you and
me... God, this is embarrassing....!"
"Then forget it, Geoff... you're makin' me feel bad!"
The boy was suddenly contrite. "Oh... Ron, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I
I... never said this to anyone before..... don't be mad..." he ended on
a whisper.
"Geoff, I *love* you. Ron *loves* Geoff, dude. We can talk about
anything. Just tell me..."
"I think about you and me and us bein' best friends and I beat off and
it makes me feel stupendous and I go, like, totally crazy when I get the
best feeling and my juice squirts out...." Geoff paused to inhale.
"Dude. Me too. Okay?" The younger boy gaped at him, mouth open.
"You...you think about us when you do it..?"
"All the time, dude. I'd be like, honored if sometime, you wanna
like...you know, we could...." It was Ron's turn to get tongue-tied.
"Really? You mean like, do it in each other's presence?"
"Right now, If you want to..." Ron could hardly talk.
Geoff stared at him again. Ron could see the boy sorting out his
feelings. Almost with a mind of it's own, Ron's left hand glided
smoothly down Geoff's silken body and came to rest between the boy's
warm thighs, gently cupping his extremely stiff five slim inches.
Geoff drew a sharp breath and jerked, and then arched his back into the
older boy's sensual caresses. The lovely eyes closed and a sweet grin
lit up his face.
"Ooooo, yeahhhh.... just like I figured it would feel, only better!"
whispered the twelve-year-old as he relaxed up against Ron's trembling
body.
"Roll on your back, Geoff..." husked Ron.
Geoff flipped over and Ron pulled the boxers down to the boy's
peach-fuzzy ankles and off. "You use Vaseline?"
"No, I do it dry... more friction that way..."
"Geoff, check this out...." Ron started jacking the boy off as
tenderly as he knew how. Geoff lay back, hands to his sides, eyes
closed. He giggled. "Whoa, Ronnnn... this is stupendous.." That was the
second time Geoff had used that word. Ron knew why he loved kids. The
boner in his hand throbbed and pulsed, as Geoff began to lift his hips.
Ron reclined beside the boy, propped up on his left elbow, while he kept
the little hard-on molded to his warm palm. For a minute or so, the only
sound was hand-rubbing-dick and occasional short exclamations while
Geoff's aroused body prepared for pleasure.
"Feel good, dude?" whispered Ronny, watching the incredible
expressions playing over the kid's cute face.
"Ohhh, yeahhh, Ronnny... go faster!"
The boy began to pant as Ron put some elbow into it. "Shit. Gonna
squirt, Ron... it's coming out... it's.. uh, ahhhhhhhh, uh!
ahhhh... eeee-yessssss...!! Geoff's little dick stood out away from
his firm nuts and delivered it's few triumphant shots of thin cream into
Ron's thankful hand and onto Geoff's heaving belly. Ron closed his fist
just under the flaring head of his boyfriend's shaft and gave him short
quick strokes. The boy arched up and went "Ahhh, ahhh, oh, yesssss..."
and then lowered his butt back to Ron's bed. Ron slowed and stopped,
holding the boydick motionless as it's owner puffed and made small
squeaking noises. A small bit of sperm rose to the slit and rolled
languidly down to Ron's wet finger. Geoff took a deep breath and Ron
wiped his hand off on the towel he had slipped into bed with them. The
seventh-grader turned to Ron, still panting, and lovingly caressed
Ron's cheeks, with happy love and security in his eyes, a big smile on
his face. "Oh, Ron, yesss...! I had the best feelin', Ron it never,
ever felt that way before... it was just so coooool!"
"Was it stupendous?" asked Ron as they cuddled.
"Yeah, dude. Um, Ron?"
"Hey, dude..."
"Someday, can I do it to your dick? I've never touched a big kid's
dick before..."
"Dude..." Ron swept back the covers and ripped off his underwear
before Geoff's astonished eyes. The boy started at Ron's (aching)
erection, his fuzzy balls, his legs. "Whoa, dude, you gotta lotta hair
on yours!"
"You will too, when you're my age, Geoff."
"Yeah. I got some fuzzy hairs, on my dick at the base, but it's not
like yours."
"Geoff... I think yours is beautiful. It turned me on to be able to
make you come."
"Make me ...what?"
"Come. Have an orgasm, you know, feel stupendous.."
"Oh, yeah. I heard that, I didn't know what it meant. Can I....."
"Touch mine? Sure, you can. You can jack me off if you want to.." Ron
was certain he was going to explode at any moment.
"Can I? Cool! But, I've just done my own, and you're bigger.."
"Just do it like yours, it'll make me happy. It'll make me squirt like
a son-of-a-bitch. I need to come, Geoff."
Then they were together, hugging, Geoff squirming naked against him,
still hard even after his orgasm, and as they separated, Ron felt the
warm small strong hand around the base of his teencock. Geoff was pretty
good at it, and Ron... Ron was sixteen, horny, in love, and alone with
the one person he had been praying to be alone with. He reached out to
hold the younger boy in an intense grip. In only a short time, actually
quicker than than Geoff's climax had taken, Ron knew something
extraordinary was happening to him. A low moan escaped from deep in his
tense throat. Geoff whispered "Feel really good yet, dude?", his voice
modulated by his arm motions. The reality of what was happening dawned
on Ron and he said, through clenched teeth, while the steady rhythm
drove him completely nuts:
"O-kay, G-Geoff, comin'! Comin' like mad, dude...." A sexual tsunami
rose within the frantic teenager and roared up the slopes of his soul.
He spasmed and humped and just as the most intense pleasure of his life
peaked he whispered, low and clear.. "My God, Geoffrey, I love you so
much..." Sperm shot out of him in wave after wave of unbelievable
intensity. Ron was not aware that a boy his age *could* come that hard.
It was an exquisite blend of pleasures so great it was nearly painful.
Geoff just kept chugging away, up-down-up-down, until Ron gasped "Okay,
dude, cool.... stop for a sec."
Geoff inspected his right hand, which was literally covered in Ron's
thick warm joy. Geoff smelled it. "It ain't like mine." he observed. Ron
felt like he was back in a coma.
"Geoff... that was the best I've ever had. That was the best feeling I
ever had. That was so cool. I hope yours felt that good.."
"It *did*, Ron, it *did*... I was scared but then it started feelin'
so good.... then it was sorta like my wiener was thankin' you, and then
I got the main feeling and I couldn't believe it... I never got it done
by anyone else before, except once, about three years ago, at camp. But
I was too young to do it, so it just tickled and annoyed me. Your's was
so good to me, Ron, can we do it again sometime, maybe?"
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