By Tommy McDonnell, email@example.com
Falling in Love
He was up to bat in a seventh grade baseball game between our rival schools. His teammates were cheering him on to get an important hit. "Come on Sparks! Get a hit Sparks!" I watched as this very beautiful and obviously popular boy blasted the ball deep and well beyond the reach of our left fielder. His long shiny dark hair bounced and glistened in the sun as he gracefully ran around the bases. Even though I badly wanted our team to win, I found myself holding my breath in joy and excitement as this perfect athlete rounded home plate. Our team had just lost its last game of the school year by one run, but it didn't matter to me. Wanting to impress this boy god, I ran over from first base to congratulate him, trying not to be obvious about wanting to get a closer look. As I reached to shake his hand I stared in awe at his flawless sun darkened skin, piercing green eyes and perfect white teeth.
"Great game! What's your name dude?" I was so close to him now I could feel the heat from his body and almost smell his fresh perspiration that dripped from his face. "Steve..Steve Sparks!" he said as his chest stuck out proudly through his jersey. His voice could have been an angel's. "Well Steve Sparks, that was really awesome!" I exclaimed. His face lit up with a big smile from my compliment. "Thanks dude!" he blurted out before his teammates swept him away to celebrate. My own teammates were a bit confused at my over friendliness to the person that just destroyed our chance for a trophy. They were more than a little angry with me, but I was too much in love to notice or care. I had never felt love so strong and fast before. This new feeling excited me and frightened me at the same time. I had always worried about my attraction to other boys and about possibly being gay, but I always felt like I could control it if I needed to. This time I knew I could not stop whatever was going to happen, even if I wanted to. From the moment I saw him I knew that we were going to be more than just friends.
At last school was out for the summer. I had kept my eye out for Steve for almost two months but with no success. Our schools were in different neighborhoods in a large city. Since I was only twelve years old I still tended to stay close to home and around my own circle of friends. It was too easy to get jumped and beat up by bigger kids when exploring a different neighborhood. I was not a coward, but it was always smarter to stay clear of someone else's turf.
The local park had a public swimming pool that was open for the summer. It was Olympic size and was surrounded by a nice green lawn. I loved to swim and hang out at the pool with my friends. After only a few weeks we were turning a golden tan and our bodies were already taking on a more tight and sleek shape. We would race each other until we were exhausted and then lay out on the warm grass on our stomachs. The four of us would lie in a circle facing each other, our chins resting on our arms, legs bent at the knees behind us. We were loud, obnoxious and full of ourselves. Each of us had the right combination of good looks, personality and athletic ability. We were the elite of our peer group, the chosen ones. If there was an important party, we were invited first. Preteen girls lusted after us, stalking us at school and in shopping malls. We were the natural athletes that youth coaches recruited and fought over.
Because we were the trendsetters, our peers watched us closely and tried to copy our style. Although we were friendly to all, only a select few were allowed to approach us above a superficial level. Being the youngest of us at eleven, Tristan tried to compensate by being the most aggressive. He was a stunningly beautiful boy, with high cheekbones, big soft brown eyes and long blond streaked dark brown hair. Tristan was blessed with a perfect proportioned boy's body (4 foot 11 inches tall and 90 pounds) that was absolutely flawless.
Jeff was a handsome twelve-year-old jock with blue eyes and short blond hair. What he lacked in intelligence he made up for in physical prowess. Jeff was the biggest and bravest of us (5 foot 6 inches tall and 120 pounds) and his body was rippled in lean muscle. Trained in martial arts, he was a good friend to have around in case there was trouble. Spencer was a cute and intelligent twelve-year-old with short blond hair, except where it almost touched his chin in front. We shared the same height, weight (5 foot 2 inches tall and 105 pounds) and the same hazel eyes. He would forever be flicking his head back and to the side because of his long mop of shiny blond hair continually falling across his beautiful face. It gave him a deceivingly sweet and innocent look that was fatally attractive.
Since he had been my friend the longest, ever since kindergarten, he considered himself my best friend. Although I liked him a lot, lately it was difficult for me to spend more than a few hours at a time with him. Spencer took advantage of others whenever possible and from this he derived great pleasure. Because he was cute and charming, people seldom called him on it. At the pool, our group usually talked about favorite TV shows and baseball, but lately the subject of sex had our pubescent attention. We would all try to outdo each other and tell various versions of the same lie; all about having sex with a girl whom had giant tits.
Although I had no interest whatsoever in girls, I still loved to participate in the story telling. It was during one of these sessions that I saw him again. He ran past us, returning from a trip to the snack bar with a hamburger in one hand and a coke in the other. My friends immediately noticed him. "Isn't that the ugly shit that hit the home run?" asked Tristan. "Yea, that's him, that spark plug kid or whatever the hell they call him. What a stupid ass name!" said Jeff. I could feel my temper raising and before I even realized it I was defending him. "It's not spark plug you stupid shit. It's Spark's, Steve Sparks!" I shouted angrily. How could they be so ignorant and blind?
"Damn Tommy! Chill out dude! We didn't know you guys were going steady!" said Spencer sarcastically. "Fuck you!" I yelled as I flipped him off and left to follow Steve. When I finally caught up to him he had already sat down with a group of older girls. The girls were all begging for a bite of his burger and a sip of his coke, which he relinquished without much of a fight. "Hi Steve! Remember me? I blurted out. He looked up at me and for a second he didn't know who I was. Then a big smile lit up his face. "Hey, what's up dude?" as he got to his feet to shake my hand.
The girls were all staring at me trying to figure out who I was. "Who's your cute little friend Stevie?" teased one of the girls. "He's on Montara's baseball team. We played them like a couple of months ago." said Steve. "Right! Two months ago." I agreed. "But what's his name?" asked all three girls at the same time. "Oops" said Steve realizing he didn't know it. "It's Tommy, Tommy McDonnell!" I said as I reached out to shake all their hands. Although I really wasn't attracted to girls I was still boy enough to realize that they were very attractive.
After all the introductions I found out that one of the girls was Steve's older sister Tiffany, a fourteen-year-old blond with the same dark skin and green eyes as her brother. Steve handed over what was left of his hamburger and coke to his sister and we moved over to an unoccupied grassy area, which was out of ear range of the girls. It was obvious that Steve was relieved he had another guy to talk to instead of having to listen to the trifle chatter of his older sister and friends. We hit it off really good, talking about whatever came into our heads and agreeing on just about everything.
My eyes were glued to Steve the whole time, trying to take mental photos of his every expression and pose. He was about an inch shorter than me and weighed about 100 lb. As we lay there on the grass I could smell the erotic mixture of his coconut oil suntan lotion and fresh boy sweat. I noticed that Steve's hair was already starting to develop highlights and lighten on the ends from the sun. He was wearing a black Speedo racing suit that might have fit him a year ago but now barely covered his ample boyhood. His skin was evenly tanned from the hot summer sun and for the first time I noticed he had a sprinkle of dark freckles around his perfect little nose.
I had to force myself not to stare at the graceful curves of Steve's beautiful silky smooth body as we lay next to each other on our stomachs. There was just a sheen of sun bleached fuzz covering the small of his back. I imagined what it would feel like to reach over and gently run my hand over it. His muscular butt was a perfect boy's shape with firm rounded cheeks left half exposed by the skintight Speedo. His legs were shapely and hairless with muscular calves bulging from years of competition and play.
Steve's smooth chest was already pumped up from hours of swim stroke drills. He had been swimming for a recreational team called the Montclair Matadors for over a month now. That explained why I had not seen him before at the pool. He had been busy practicing everyday in a different pool with his swim team. His practice had been canceled today because the pool filtering system had gone haywire and had turned the water into an acid bath. As our conversation progressed Steve became very serious and told me how his best friend Ryan had moved away at the end of the school year and that he was still very sad about it. He had known Ryan since he was six and they had done everything together.
At that moment I wanted to tell Steve how badly I wanted to replace Ryan and become his new best friend. Knowing that it would have sounded too weird, I saved it for another time. Suddenly I was jerked to my feet by two of my friends who had come looking for me. It was Spencer and Jeff and they were in an obvious hurry. "Come on Tommy, we gotta go right now! My mom's waiting for us in the parking lot with Tristan. She's gonna drive us to the mall!" barked Spencer. My friends rushed me off so fast that I didn't even get to say goodbye to Steve.
The Great Mall was a perfect hangout for kids. You could walk around for hours and not see everything. Amusement rides, video arcade, movie theaters, and lots of cool stores to check out and mess around in. Best of all it had an international fast food area where you could find any kind of food you wanted. After a day of swimming we were four hungry boys. Of course all of my friends wanted McDonald's or Burger King, but I followed Spencer's mom to the Chinese food section and we both ordered the combo plate. I decided to sit and eat with her instead of my loud friends.
She noticed that I was looking kind of sad. "What's with the long face Tommy? You look like you just lost your best friend." That's exactly how I felt since I left the swimming pool. I had been counting every minute I had been away from Steve and I was still angry with my friends for pulling me away so fast. "I hope Spencer hasn't upset you?" she asked with concern. Since Spencer was always pissing me off, it was a reasonable question for her to ask. "No, not really. I probably just got too much sun today. But thanks for asking." I said politely. "Why, your very welcome Tommy!" said Mrs. Davis as she reached over and tousled my long blond hair.
Because I was so hungry the conversation went almost silent while I ate. Just as I finished my egg roll a plan to reunite Steve and I had finished formulating in my head. "Have you heard of a swim team called the Montclair Matadors?" I asked, but already knowing the answer. When Steve had told me the name of his swim team I had recalled a time Spencer had mentioned that his dad and the coach of the Montclair Matadors were best friends.
"Of course! One of our oldest and dearest friends is the head coach. Why do you ask?" she asked. "I just heard it's a really great team and I was thinking about joining them. If they would let me I mean." I said hopefully. "I know they would be very glad to get a talented kid like you on the team. I just wish Spencer was interested and disciplined enough to join them. Do you want me to talk to Coach Donnie?" she asked. "That would be so great Mrs. Davis! Can you call him tonight, please?" I pleaded.
"Of course! I'll have him call your house tonight to talk to your mom Okay?" she asked. "That sounds great Mrs. Davis! Thanks!" I exclaimed. Satisfied that my plan was working perfectly and feeling like my old self again, I excused myself from the table and ran over to join my friends. Coach Donnie called right at 9 p.m. that evening. Since my parents were divorced and my dad had moved to a different state, I only had to worry about convincing my mom that I was serious about joining the swim team. I already had her prepped and ready to agree to anything the coach told her. I watched as she copied down the practice times, directions, names and phone numbers. When she finally handed the phone to me to talk to the coach I already knew it was a done deal. He told me to show up for Monday's practice with a black Speedo, solid black being the team color.
He asked if I had any friends on the team. I said yes and told him that Steve Sparks was my friend. "Steve is a great kid! He's one of our top swimmers! If things work out you and Steve will be on the relays together. One of our swimmers moved away and left us with a gap in our 11-12 Boys. Did you know Ryan Chapone?" he asked. "No, not really that good." I said. I had never met him before, but already I felt a little jealous of the years he had been friends with Steve. "Well, Steve and Ryan were best friends and their positive energy was a definite boost for the team last year. I was hoping Steve would find another friend to pal around with on the team this year. I noticed that he's really down about losing Ryan," he said with concern. "Yea, I noticed that too. He gets real sad when he talks about it." I agreed.
"Well, anyway, if I can help you two boys to become closer friends just let me know. Okay?" he asked. "Gee, thanks coach! I'm hoping I can become a better friend for Steve too. I promise you I won't let you and the team down!" I exclaimed, feeling so happy and excited that tears were welling up in my eyes. "Well, Tommy, just work hard, do your best and never compare yourself to others. The most important thing is that you have a great time this summer! By the way, you can call me Donnie!" he said. "I know I will! Thanks coach, I mean Donnie!"
The next morning I woke up with a wet spot on the front of my underwear. At first I thought it was pee, but when I took my underwear off I smelled the stain. It was the first time I had experienced the pungent and delicious smell of fresh boy-sperm. I had remembered older boys talking about wet dreams and how it happened when you're dreaming about screwing girls, but my dream had been of another boy. Although I couldn't remember the details, I knew it had been about having sex with Steve. It frightened me, this further proof that I was probably gay. At twelve I had a typical stereotype image of gays, with the effeminate talk and mannerisms.
I was very much the little macho kid who was good at sports and all-boy in every way. It was all very confusing to me. But one thing I knew for sure, if loving Steve meant I would spend the rest of my life as a fag, then so be it! As I didn't have any pubic hair yet, I had thought I was too young for making sperm. But, my balls had been getting noticeably bigger and my circumcised penis was finally starting to grow too. I began to wonder if Steve could make sperm yet and started imagining what he looked like naked and whacking off. When I was at the pool I had looked as close as I dared at his bulge in his Speedo and it appeared that he was bigger than the average twelve-year-old boy.
My thoughts of Steve immediately gave me a throbbing erection that needed immediate attention. I ran to my bedroom door and locked it just in case my mom decided to snoop. I laid down on my bed, closed my eyes and began to stroke my preteen hard on. This was going to be special for me, as I only had experienced little boy dry orgasms before. I was as curious as I was excited to see sperm gush from my preteen penis for the first time. As I lay on my back, the rhythm of my strokes increased. My right hand was frantically pumping away as my left hand grabbed for my wet dream soaked underwear beside me. Placing them over my face so that my nose was covered with the delicious wet spot, I imagined that it was Steve's boy-sperm I smelled and I immediately started to get that familiar tingly feeling running up my spine. As my powerful orgasm engulfed me, I arched my back and thrust my hips forward. I pulled my head up and as the underwear slid from my face, I watched as three small drops of clear viscous boy juice pumped from my young balls. The orgasm had been fantastic, but I was a bit disappointed at the meager results that had squirted onto my flat smooth tummy. I wiped the precious pearls up with one finger and tasted them. It was delicious.
My mom and I arrived at the pool an hour before practice. Donnie needed my mom to fill out all the necessary forms and sign them before I could officially be on the team. We all sat down in the office, completing the paperwork and talking about the team. Donnie asked me if I was nervous and I told him no, that I was just excited. Then he told me to go suit up in the locker room and come back to the office. As I walked into the locker room I was surprised to find Steve standing right in front of me and completely naked. He walked right up and shook my hand and said, "Welcome to the team, Tommy!"
This was way beyond cool! Here was the boy that I had been dreaming about standing in front of me nude, completely uninhibited and unbelievably beautiful. "Gee, thanks Steve! I hope you don't mind having me on your team?" I asked. "Mind? No way! I think it's awesome dude!" he exclaimed. "Why are you here so early for?" I asked. "Donnie called me up and said he wanted me here an hour early to show you around and make you feel comfortable." he said.
I hoped he would finish putting his suit on before I started to get real uncomfortable. "That is so cool! Well, I better get suited up then." I said. "Oops! I almost forgot to put my suit on!" he laughed as he looked down at himself. He ran over and slipped his Speedo on and then stepped aside to watch me change. As I sat on the bench and removed all my clothes, he grabbed my new Speedo to examine it. "Wow! Nice and new and a size 28! That's the size I'm supposed to have but my mom wants me to wear this one for one more year. Do you think it's too small?" he asked.
I had just slipped out of my underwear as he turned around, stuck his butt out and looked back over his shoulder. The taut black nylon and lycra material revealed more than it covered and his athletic boy-butt looked like it was straining to burst free. Having Steve's tan and muscular butt cheeks only inches from my face was more than my raging pubescent hormones could take and my preteen cock immediately went full erect.
He spun back around and stared down at it and then, realizing I was totally embarrassed, smiled and said, "I get those a lot lately too. Don't worry about it dude!" Steve tossed me my suit and I pulled it on as fast as I could, trying to think of awful things to make my boner go down. "I'm sorry." was all I could mumble. "No big deal!" he said trying not to laugh. "Well, actually, it is a big deal..a really big big deal!" he said as he burst out laughing, slapping me on the back. Then I began to laugh too and everything was cool. As we started to leave the locker room for the coach's office, I couldn't help but notice that the bulge in Steve's Speedo had definitely gotten bigger.
The first week of swim practice was really rough. Since I started the season late it was very hard for me to keep up with the other swimmers during stroke drills and swimming laps. The second week was easier and I could tell that Donnie was pleased with how fast I progressed. He started to spend extra time with me, helping me straighten out my strokes. The team needed a fast swimmer for Fly in my age group for the relays so the coach had me concentrate on that stroke. He told me I was a natural for it since my upper body was very strong. I didn't really care what I swam, as long as I could be with Steve. Our friendship had rapidly progressed and we became inseparable. Steve would come to my house after practice for a late lunch and I would go to his house for dinner. Steve's parents were happy that their son had found a new friend and were going out of their way to make it easy for us to be together. I really liked his parents, but I only tolerated his sister.
Whenever I was over Tiffany would always be around us, never giving us any privacy. She would be forever flirting and hanging off me, never knowing whether she was trying to embarrass or seduce me. One night, when Steve and I were in his room, she went too far. Tiffany walked in, grabbed me from behind, slid her hands under my tee-shirt and began rubbing my smooth chest as she pressed her hard nipples into my back. "You're pretty hot for a twelve year old Tommy! You got a girlfriend yet?" she asked. "Nah, girls in my neighborhood are too stupid and ugly!" I joked. "Well, if you were two years older I could really go for you big time! Do you want to make out with me?" she said seriously as I felt her tongue on my neck.
Steve had finally had enough of this and yelled, "Damn Tiff! You are such a slut! Why don't you go find your vibrator and leave my friend the fuck alone!" Tiffany's mouth dropped open in exaggerated outrage. "You think I don't know what's going on but I do! You just want to turn Tommy into a homo and have sex with him, just like you did with Ryan! You're just a little faggot!" she screamed back. I got out of the way just as Steve went flying at his sister in a rage.
Their mom rushed into the room just in time to break it up. "Tiffany! You go to your room right now and leave the boy's alone!" she ordered. "But mom! Stevie called me a slut!" she cried. "Don't give me that innocent routine! I heard exactly what was said and by whom. Go to your room now!" she demanded. I heard her bedroom door slam as she ran into her room crying. "I apologize for our family Tommy. We are usually more courteous to our guests." she said sadly. "That's okay Mrs. Sparks! Sometimes we yell at our house too." I said as I thought about all the times my mom and dad fought before the divorce.
Steve just sat on his bed silent, staring at the floor and trying not to cry. "Well, you boy's look like you could use one of my homemade banana milkshakes. What do you think?" she asked. "That would be great!" I exclaimed. Steve could only nod his head. Steve's mom left the room, closing the door behind her. As we sat there next to each other and finally alone, I wanted to tell Steve that what his sister said didn't matter. I could tell from his reaction that what had been said had been devastatingly true and that his sister had revealed his sexual secret. I could feel Steve withdrawing into himself and away from me in embarrassment and pain.
Somehow I needed to communicate to Steve that he wasn't alone. I gently put my arm around Steve and he just melted, his body leaning into me as he burst into tears. "It's okay Steve! I love you! I'll always love you!" I said softly as I held him close to me.
"Mom, can Steve please stay over this weekend? We got a swim meet on Saturday and Sunday so you would be doing his parents a big favor. Pretty please?" I begged. My mom laughed to herself as she fixed breakfast. "Steve's mom already called me late last night and asked if we could take Steve for the weekend." she said. "Cool! What did you say? It's okay?" I asked excitedly.
"I told her that we would be honored, but only if she agreed to take you off my hands for the following weekend. I need a break too!" she laughed. "You're the best! Thanks mom!" I yelled as I ran over and gave her a hug and kiss. When my dad was living at home I wasn't allowed to have friends stay over. But, I wouldn't have wanted anyone over then because of the constant fighting.
On Friday after swim practice, Steve came home with me. He brought his swim bag with a change of clothes and a sleeping bag. My mom ordered us pizza for dinner and we watched a video together. When my mom suggested we go to bed early because of the swim meet, we didn't argue. We were both looking forward to the time we could finally be alone together.
When we went to my room, Steve opened up his sleeping bag and laid it out on the floor. I was disappointed that we weren't going to sleep together, but I didn't say anything. We both got undressed, I climbed into bed and Steve climbed into his sleeping bag. Just as we settled in, the door opened and my mom popped her head in. "You guys need anything? Everything okay?" she asked. "Nope, were cool mom. Thanks!" I answered. "Okay. See you in the morning! Sweet dreams! She said as she turned off the light and closed the door.
There was a moment of awkward silence and finally I spoke. "Do you want to talk?" I asked. "No." he answered. Then it was silent again. My heart was sinking with disappointment as I had hoped that Steve wanted the same thing I did. I buried my face in my pillow so he couldn't hear me cry. I heard a rustling noise as Steve climbed out of his sleeping bag. I watched as he walked over to the door and locked it. Then he almost ran back to my bed and jumped in.
"Well?" he asked, as he sat next to me on the bed. "What do you want to do now?" I asked. "This!" he said, as he leaned over kissed me full on the mouth. Our tongues teased and probed each other's sweet young mouths until we finally had to stop to catch our breath. "Let's get naked!" he whispered. I kicked all the covers off the bed and then we stood and passionately embraced. Our hands were frantically caressing and feeling every perfect curve of each other's smooth and muscular young bodies. I slid my left hand inside the front of Steve's tight white cotton underpants, cupping and gently squeezing his firm young balls. With my right hand grasping the elastic waistband, I pulled it out then down so that Steve's hard cock could burst free. I finished by tugging his underpants down to his ankles. He duplicated my movements and in a moment both of us were naked.
We kicked our underpants free and for a moment simply stared at each other in mutual awe, our magnificent bodies illuminated by the moonlight that shined through my bedroom window. Steve's rock hard circumcised boy cock was standing straight up and twitched every time his heart beat. It was more beautiful than I could have imagined, being almost five inches in length, thick, perfectly round and straight. The head was slightly smaller than the shaft and beautifully tapered on the end. His bigger than average preteen balls hung low in their hairless velvety sac.
"You got a real nice dick, Tommy! It's so big!" whispered Steve. "Really? I think it looks smaller than yours. Let's see!" I said excitedly as I moved closer, placing my raging hard on against his to compare. My pubescent cock was only slightly longer, but not as thick as his throbbing boyhood. "It's just a tiny bit longer!" I said. "Cool! Let me look closer!" said Steve as he dropped to his knees.
I immediately felt his warm tongue lick the length of my cock and then tease my sensitive glans. I rested my hands on the back of his head as his tongue flicked and licked, causing my body to twitch and wince in delight. My hips instinctively thrust forward and pushed my cock against Steve's sweet lips. "Suck it! Suck me off!" I moaned.
"Wait! I got a better idea. Lay down on your side!" he demanded. I did as he said and then Steve gracefully laid down in the opposite direction along side of me so that his pretty boner was staring me in the face. We were almost the same height, so our tight bodies were lined up perfectly for some mutual sucking action.
"Is this better?" asked Steve, as he sucked the head of my cock into his sweet, warm and wet mouth. "Much better!" I gasped. I began tonguing the beautiful specimen of hard boy-cock that was staring me in the face. I had never sucked another boy's penis before, but I had dreamed of this moment for years. I opened my mouth and sucked in the entire length of Steve's sweet boy-cock, the head just touching the back of my throat. "Oh God! That feels so good, Tommy!" he moaned.
We both began rhythmically thrusting our slim hips in a forward and back motion, using each other's sweet mouths and full young lips for a glorious fuck. After only a few minutes of intense sucking, Steve's breathing became more erratic, his body begin to stiffen and his balls started to draw closer to his body in the ready to shoot position. "Wait! Stop! Not yet!" whimpered Steve, trying to catch his breath and boy sweat beginning to make his face glisten.
"You don't want to come?" I asked. "Sure! But, let's try and come at the same time. When we feel like were going to gush we'll just say close. If one of us isn't close then the other will stop sucking. When we both say close at the same time, start sucking like crazy. Okay?" he asked. "Sure! But let's get started! My balls are starting to ache!" I whispered. I could tell that Steve had lots of practice at this game.
We both went to work trying to give each other the most maximum pleasure we could. We both must have said "close" a dozen times, as our hyper-sexed preteen bodies were taken to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. When we finally reached that exact moment of simultaneous orgasm, it no longer became necessary to say anything. We now knew each other's bodies so well that it was easy to coordinate our pleasure. Only our low moans of sexual release could be heard as we squirted virgin boy-sperm into each other's hungry mouths. I felt at least five jets of fresh delicious boy sperm hit the back of my throat as Steve's pretty cock pulsed powerfully in my sucking mouth. My own cock exploded in a glorious orgasm, and I knew that this time I had squirted more than ever before. "Fucking fantastic!" whispered Steve, trying to catch his breath as he lay back. "Awesome! It was just awesome!" was all I could say, trying to savor my first taste of Steve's healthy boy juice that still coated the inside of my mouth and lips.
....to be continued