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Hey, Dude! Part Eleven
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Hey Dude!
part 11
Ron glowed happily all the way back to his house. It was crisp and
clean out, and the teenager was suddenly struck with the thought that
life was pretty good right this second. He imprinted the street, the
smell of fireplaces, the streetlights, the houses... he would always
remember this particular scene, and it would unerringly return him to
the days when he was sixteen and his boyfriend, twelve.
He got in and sat on the arm of the couch watching "Picket Fences".
Zack had been his fantasy kid for a while, but now... Ron yawned, said
goodnight to his family, and trudged upstairs. His phone rang as he
closed his door. He picked it up with a thrill of anticipation.
"Hey!"
"Hi, Ron. Can you... can you talk for a second?" It was Josh, not his
cute little Geoff. Ron was disappointed, and at first he didn't hear the
serious tone in his friend's voice. Josh was usually loud and obnoxious,
but now he sounded quiet and down.
"Josh, dude, everything all right?"
"Yeah. Ron, can I ask you something private, but you just gotta say
the truth?"
".....Yeah, Josh.... what's up?"
"You know how we always talk about chicks and stuff like that?"
"Yeah, sure. Most of it's bullshit, I know, but everybody does it."
"Yeah. Ron, did you..... did you ever get laid, for real, like, I
mean, really in her and coming and all...?"
"Um, no Josh, I guess I'm still a virgin, but what's the big deal? I'm
only sixteen, it'll happen, I guess..."
Josh sighed hugely and was quiet. Ron could hear Sam complaining about
something to Josh's parents. "Well, dude, I'm sixteen, and I got laid,
like all the way, for real, last weekend." Then he was quiet again.
Had they been at school, Ron would have made a big show of
congratulating the boy, yelling, hooting, and all the other adolescent
rut-rituals. But Josh's voice told him that something was wrong. Josh was
so seldom 'himself' with Ron that it usually meant grave things when
Josh was serious. "I'm right here, Joshua. You know that. I'll come over
there if you want me to. We've known each other since third grade, and
you can talk to me about anything." Ron was sort of amazed with himself
as he said these things to his buddy. But he knew that Josh was in
trouble, and Ron tried to help.
"Oh, God, thanks, Ron, dude." Josh was even quieter. Ron secretly
hoped Josh wasn't going to start bawling over the phone. Ron had had
enough tears for one week! But Josh just started talking, and Ron
listened.
"Okay. Dude, I went to like, this party, okay? over at Monica
Selman's, and there were some girls there I knew. And we were drinking
some beers, maybe two or three. I didn't want to get drunk. So, anyway,
I was talking to this one girl, about a lot of stuff, we were really,
like you know, 'talking' talking, and she was fascinating to me, and we
went out in the garage 'cause the music was too loud. So we talked and
it was kinda cold and so was she, so I let her under my coat for warmth,
and then we just got going, I guess... we were kissing and talking and I
got popped bigtime and she wanted to feel me, so I said okay, because,
it was like curiosity, not bad sex, you know Ron?"
"Yeah, dude, I know exactly. She sounds like a neat lady, Josh."
"She is, man, so like, then, we were talking about our fantasies and
what our experiences were, and she let me kiss her, her.... I got to
kiss her tits, Ron, and she jacked me off and I shot my wad all on the
side of Monica's Dad's Mercedes..." Josh snickered for a moment. "It
felt so good, and I said 'Oh, thank you' when I was comin'. So I
thought, cool, I got a little, but she started takin' off her clothes
and me too, and then we were actually naked and I didn't care, so we
hugged and kissed and stuff and she just wiggled around up under me and
put all of me in her and I had to fuck, Ron, I couldn't stop, I fucked
her up against the car and came my brains out inside her, Ron, dude, I
was *burnin* to come, I was doin' it automatically. It was over with in
a minute or two, and now I'm, Ron... I should be happy but I'm
miserable, and I want to call her but I can't, but she said I could
after we, when we were... done. She said she liked it and told me to
call her, but I feel *awful*, Ron, I don't get it.... It wasn't
anything like in the videos at all, it smelled funny, and I couldn't do
a bunch of positions, I came way too early, Ron..." Josh sighed again.
"Dude, like, no rubber?"
"I *know* man, she said she was on the pill, and that her last
boyfriend had a test and was safe, and Ron, I wasn't, like, thinking
about it right then, I just *had* to do it."
"I think you feel bad 'cause you didn't, like, get to love her first,
you only just met her, and you guys did it. I bet you been dreamin' of
this since we were twelve, and then it's nothing like you figured."
"Oh, man, Ronny, you're right..."
"And you're bugged 'cause you couldn't fuck her for twenty minutes
straight until she was beggin' ya for it, like in the pornos."
"Yeah. I guess I had way too many expectations."
"Josh, are you, like guilty because you did it with someone you hardly
know?"
"....Yeah..."
"Maybe it's best. You know, maybe it's better than with someone you
have all these memories with, you know? Like, if you don't want to, you
never have to see her again. But if it was, like, Marcella, she'd be in
all your classes... and this girl asked you to call her, right?"
"Yeah. You think I should?"
"Was she interesting to talk to?"
"Yeah, man, Ron, I never knew a girl I could actually talk to like I
can talk to you, like, I, I been thinkin' about that a lot."
"Josh-ster, it's ten-fifteen. Call her now, tell her what you told
me. Tell her you feel bad, see if she *is* your friend or not. You've
got nothing to lose... even yer cherry's gone."
"Ron, you know how we've been friends for ever? I never told you how
much you've helped me, but I always meant to, 'cause you're one of the
few people I know who listens to me. Lotsa kids at school say that about
you, you know?"
"Huh? Josh... I don't understand."
"You, like, help people, Ron. They can come to you for help and you
make them happier. Even people who don't like you in public, you'll help
them if you can. You're really good at it Ron. I think you'd make a good
psychologist or doctor or something. You really do help people when they
feel bad. I gotta go call Sherry, I hope she ain't mad at me, Ron?"
"Yeah, Josh?"
"I can't thank you real well, Ron, I can't say how I feel, but this
was so important to me, and now I don't feel bad. Ronnie, thanks, man."
"Cool, Joshua. Later days!"
"Later, dude." (clicclick, hmmmmmmmmm)
The boy sat in a fog on his bed. An entire world of possibilities was
suddenly open before him. Josh had triggered the avalanche. Ronald Frank
knew right then, without doubt, what he wanted to do with his life and
his hands and his mind. Ronny was going to surprise the hell out of his
family and become a doctor, probably a shrink, like Josh had suggested.
It was all true, he'd been solving kids' private problems since he was
eleven: might as well stick with what ya know, dude!
The phone rang again. He picked it up and said "Yup?"
"....Hi, it's me, can you talk?" It was Geoff, whispering. Ron melted.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Are you really happy or something?"
Ron stared at the phone in disbelief. "Um, yeah, dude, like....."
"I was gonna beat th' meat, and I was thinking of you, and all of a
sudden I knew you were happy about something, so I called to see."
"Geoff, this is amazing! I, it's a long story, but I just now figured
out what I want to do for a living! I mean like just this second!!"
"Are you gonna be a psychiatrist or a psychologist? 'Cause if you
are, you'd be a really good one, Ronny."
"........Geoff, are you bugging my room, because if you are..."
"No, I can just do this sometimes, mostly with my family, like my
Grandmother always knows when I'm sick, and I know when she's thinking
about me, stuff like that. It runs in my family."
"Hey, dude?"
"Hey, dude!"
"I fuckin' just *love* you, Geoff, you know that?"
"I'm completely, one-hundred-percent love you, Ron, you've made my life
so great, I'm like a totally new kid now..."
"Geoff, you still got a hard-on?"
"No, but I can get one really quick, why?"
"Think of us doin' it, Geoff... think of what it feels like for me to
suck you off.... to make you feel 'stupendous'..."
".... Um.... yeah.... oh, yeah, hard now, Ron.. I gotta big boner!"
"Okay, Geoff, jack off and listen to me, okay?"
"... Yeah..... I'm, I'm doin, it, n-ow... "
"Okay, Geoffster, imagine us, naked, together, in my room, there's no
one home, just us, and we're frenchin' each other like crazy, and you're
getting so horny, you need to get that good feeling, and then I kiss your
neck, and then your chest, and then your stomach, and your dick-shaft,
and then I take your balls, one at a time, in my warm, soft, wet mouth
and I..." Ron was suddenly aware of Geoff's whispered pleasure.
".... nnnuh! nnnnn! (gulp!) hhh! nnnnnn, nnn.... awww-ahhhhhhhh..."
Ron stopped, listening to Geoff panting like he always did. He heard
the rustle of the boy moving on his bed. Geoff sighed and giggled.
"I shot my sperms four times, Ron, it was excellent! That really felt
good!"
"I'm glad you liked it, dude. It was for you 'cause I love you!"
"Oh, Ron, I'm a lot in love, it's so weird... would you, would you
actually...."
"Would I actually what?"
"Would you really do that to my balls sometime? I'd go crazy if you
did that!"
"Dude: next time we're alone, I'm gonna suck your nuts till you scream
out loud. You can count on it."
"I almost yelled when my sperms were shooting out, Ron, it felt so
awesomely gooood... I still got a boner mostly."
"Geoff, I gotta get to sleep, I'l talk to you tomorrow."
"You want me to tell you about us doin' it while you jack off?"
"Naw, I gotta think about what you felt I was happy about, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. (Eww! it's *wet* now!) I'm gonna call you in the morning
so you can tell me a story when I'm jackin' my dick off before school."
"And I *will* kill you for that, I'm never awake then..."
"I know, I know. I can't wait to see you some more, Ronny, I love
you, I love you, I love you so much.."
"Me too, Geoff, you know how I feel about you, nothing will change
that. I gotta go night-night now..."
"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow, night-night.."
Ron walked into his bathroom and disrobed in front of the mirror
where he and Geoff had stood as he made the boy come. Ron wrapped his
fist around just the head of his rock-hard cock and began to go slowly,
hoping to get the timing right, but the thought of Josh's skinny hips
thrusting away into a girl, and the fresh memory of his lovely Geoff
making all those neat kid-having-cool-orgasm noises was way more than
the tired boy could deal with and he suddenly was spurting and groaning
as wonderful relief washed over him. He woke up the next morning in bed,
and guess what he found on the mirror that morning?"
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