A Shy Boys Story

... A SHY BOY'S STORY...

Chapter Two (A friend)

Todd, my boss, who I have this wicked crush on, tells me that he was shy as a teen, just like me. During my walk home from work I wondered what to make of that, Todd being shy as a teen, I mean. He's not shy now although he isn't exceptionally outgoing either, more like polite and nice to everyone. It was sort of unexpected, but interesting, to see that little edge to his personality when he started cursing and acting real pissed off because his boss gives him all the shit jobs. Todd told me he gets the shit jobs because he doesn't have a college degree. He apparently has a little chip on his shoulder about that but, under normal circumstances, part-time guys would never know it because Todd doesn't take it out on us boys. That shows character in Todd's make-up, or something like that I would think. In a way I feel like he and I are friends because he allowed me to see a little of his inner feelings. Does any of this relate to me and my shyness though? I don't know, I just feel real good about the attention he gives me. Can't wait to get home and jerk-off after work thinking about my quest of getting him to fuck me... well, actually it's more of a fantasy then a quest. I'm not sure I should waste my time hoping for the one-in-a-thousand chance of Todd and me hooking-up like the boys in those videos, but so far I'm still holding out a tiny bit of hope. Speaking of those videos, I love the ones where the boy getting fucked has a boner poking out of him just as hard as the boner that's up his ass. Oh hell, I'm infatuated with the idea of getting fucked. Maybe it will even be by Todd, but probably not... but by somebody, please! My day will come, and it'll probably be with someone I haven't even met yet.

Walking in the house I knew almost immediately that no one was home so I went in my room and did a slow sexy jerk-off while fucking myself with a condom-covered, longish, turnip. It had a slight bend but once I got use to it that thing felt mighty good up my ass. As things turned out it was too narrow though and it broke before I climaxed which kinda ruined the whole experience. Cucumbers are still best, but it's difficult finding ones that are narrow enough. Carrots with the end rounded off actually are the most realistic cocks, but Mom doesn't buy carrots because my brother Ray doesn't like them, or says he's allergic to them, or some such BS like that... how the hell would I explain a carrot in our house... you know, if I inadvertently left one laying around? I cleaned up after my disappointing jerk-off and lay on my bed thinking about Todd, and thinking about how bored I am too.

An hour later Mom, Ray, and I had a fairly civilized dinner together and then I was home alone again. Dad was in Vermont till the weekend, Mom left for her night shift at the hospital, and Ray went out riding around in that heavy-set kid's shit-box car to do God-only-knows-what. I took the opportunity to do another jerk off in my bedroom thinking about Todd fucking me again, this time using my old stand-by... the English cucumber boner. The whole thing went better then earlier and I caught a nice load of cum in my sweat sock... all according to plan. Good feeling when things go according to plan. After that I took a long shower and was feeling pretty good except I'm out of things to do and it's only eight o'clock. Fuck! What's on TV? As it turned out, nothing was on TV so I walked outside to look around. It was a nice August night so I started on a random walk up one street and down the next. It wasn't dark yet and overall a very pleasant evening for a stroll. One block over I noticed a moving van pulling away from the curb. Someone coming, or someone going? With the van out of the way I could see a teenage boy sitting on the front steps of the house... for God sakes, the boy was staring across the street at me. My face got hot, I put my head down and began walking away quickly thinking, 'shit, I can't even enjoy a walk without someone gawking at me!'.

Then, unbelievably, he called out, "Excuse me! Hello, you there, excuse me..." I was furious at him. Who the fuck calls out 'excuse me' to a total stranger? He had a pleasant voice though so I reluctantly stopped and tried to think what I should do. I don't want to be totally rude. Probably he wasn't calling to me anyway so I'll not even be involved in... in whatever. My mind is going a mile a minute and I'm thinking... how embarrassing would it be if I turned around only to find out that now there were two boys staring at me! You know, the first one hadn't been calling to me at all, but rather to the other kid. This sucks!, and even worse, what if one of them says something like, "What the fuck do you want?" or "What the fuck are you looking at, fag?". Oh God! Why does this shit always happen to me?! But, after turning around slowly, I saw that the boy who'd been sitting on the steps had now come across the street and he had indeed been calling to me. Still a half block away he says, "Hi! I just moved in over there" and he pointed back to the house he'd been sitting in front of. I looked back to where he was pointing as if I'd see some kind of new and important revelation back there. He had half a smile on his lips, perhaps he wasn't sure if I was putting him on or not, then he added, "Moved in from Chicago this afternoon. Chicago... the one in Illinois, ya know? You live around here?" Looking at his chest, I said, "Yes, one block over. We moved from Salem, New Hampshire a month ago so I don't know the area very well. Sorry I can't help ya." and I turned around and began walking away again thinking that I handled that pretty well. The boy wasn't done though... he chuckled and said, "You're kidding me, right? Where the fuck you going? Hey! dude, wait a fucking second, will ya? Jeez, you're funny."

What could I do, run away like a complete asshole? I stopped again and waited while he came right up next to me... he held out his hand and said, "My name's Jay Reeves, nice to meet ya"... he had his hand out so I touched it quickly with mine and said, "Oh, sorry. Hi! I'm Elliot Ellis, nice to meet ya." God damnit! I hate to shake hands! My hands are always sweaty, and I don't know how long to hold the other person's hand, and like I always say, it's fucking stupid anyway... shaking hands I mean. I pulled my hand away almost immediately upon feeling his palm and then scratched the back of my head, coughed nervously, and mumbled, "Well, I gotta get home for, ah... dinner". He laughed out loud this time and said, "What? I got bad breath? You don't care for boys from Chicago? You don't like meeting new friends. Am I wrong about any of this, or what?" He was smiling the nicest smile. I looked away and said, "Chicago?" and then for some reason I spit toward the street. I almost never spit because I can't spit like most guys who can hack luggies fifteen feet. My spit this time barely missed my sneaker and a few drips were left on my chin. My face got red and hot as I glanced up at him. He had this bemused expression on his face, then he shook his head once and said, "You're really something, Elliot" and he chuckled again. I frowned and scratched my arm like I had poison ivy or something and thought about Todd saying that same thing to me earlier today. Thinking about Todd calmed me down for some reason and I was able to respond to his comment about me being really something with a mumbled, "Not really". Jay said, "Come on over and sit with me a minute. OK? Ya want a joint? I got some good shit... we could share one." He had his arm loosely across my shoulders leading me over to his front steps. I mumbled, "No thanks. I don't smoke anything except, sometimes, second hand smoke" he blurted out a laugh and goes, "That's cool too. How about a Pepsi, you do sodas, don't ya?" ... another chuckle from him. There wasn't anything threatening about Jay, quite the opposite. Actually he seemed a bit effeminate, just something about his movements or the tilt of his head or, I don't know, something. I glanced sideways at him again and saw an average looking boy about my age. Very good skin tone, clean looking like Todd's face, and then I felt this stirring in my pants. How weird is that!

He was three inches taller than me, so that makes him about five foot, nine-inches... Todd's height. Very slender with long legs sticking out of very small, tight, gym shorts. He had zero hair on his arms or legs and the hair on his head was short brown hair except for long pieces on either side of a part at the middle of his forehead. The part extended only a third of the way down the top of his head where it ended in "burr-cut" hair of about an inch. The two long patches of clean, fluffy hair hung on either side of his face all the way down to his chin, just like my hair, except my hair was chin-length all the way around my head. Jay's hair was short on the sides, back, and top... short all over except for those two long patches. His hairdo was another very weird fashion statement. And one more weird fashion statement was his T shirt... he was wearing a tight silky, black, T-shirt with little short, tight, white sleeves. On the front of the T shirt was a big picture of Mickey Mouse. Jay wore nothing on his long slender feet except black nail polish on all his toes. Almost everything about Jay was weird, but he was so friendly, so relaxed and nice that I almost felt comfortable with him, which is unheard of for me, especially with someone I've just met. Over at his steps we sat down with Jay continuing a monologue about the trip he and his mother just completed. I half listened while sneaking looks at him which wasn't easy because he never stopped looking at me. His face was neutral... not cute exactly, but not bad either, with regular facial features, kind of a cute nose. Actually he looked slightly exotic because of those patches of long hair on either side of his face. He kept flicking his head to get those hairs off his face but often some strands would get caught in the ends of his mouth as he talked. He pulled them out casually with his fingers. Finished telling about his trip from Chicago, and realizing I wasn't going to give him any feed-back, he says, in an effervescent manner, "Let's go inside and you can say 'hi' to my Mom. She'd love to meet you!". I began shaking my head 'no' immediately, but Jay only laughed again before pulling me up with a hand under each of my armpits, saying.. "Come on Elliot, my Mom's nice. We'll get a Pepsi while we're inside. Don't you like Pepsis better then Coca Cola? Pepsi's sweeter." I was going, "I, ah, sheesh! I just remembered my own Mom is expecting me home to do some chores" and Jay laughed and laughed, finally saying, "Oh God, you're funny... chores, like milk the cows and toss some hay around in the barn, ya mean? Oh man, I love that shy act of yours. We're going to be best friends forever, you'll see. Come on now!" and he sort of dragged me inside, chuckling all the way.

His mother was on her cell phone but looked up to smile sweetly and wave her fingers at us. Into the phone she said to someone, "It didn't take Jason long to shanghai his new best friend. I'll talk to ya later, Matt". She's a thin woman about forty years old with a bright face and a brighter personality. Jay introduced me and I nodded my head. She said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Elliot Ellis. You have beautiful hair. Jason could really spiff it up for you if you let him. He's very talented." She was going to say more but her cell phone rang and she was immediately into another telephone conversation that started out with, "Jennifer, you suck!' and she laughed hysterically before adding, "You said you were going to be there! No, the trip was OK... Jason drove most of the way...." I lost track of the conversation as Jay led me into the kitchen pulling on my forearm. He didn't hesitate touching me even though he didn't know me at all... damn! it made me uncomfortable again. We got Pepsis while Jay told me about his mother being a hair stylist and how she had taught him the trade. He went on, "I'm graduating high school in the Spring, right after that I'll go to hair styling school to get licensed, and then my Mom and me will open our own place. For now she has a job downtown at Renaldo's. I love to play with hair... shampoo, and cut, and style, and color, and straighten, and do all kinds of things with hair, but, NO!... I do not have a hair fetish at all!" and he was laughing again as I wondered, "what the fuck is a hair fetish, an artificial hair-piece of some kind?" That thought probably put a puzzled look on my face because Jay patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry Elliott, your safe. I'm not crazy, just upbeat and happy. If we're to be best friends for life I suppose I should tell you right up front that I'm gay. Gay, but not dangerous... like I said, you're safe with me." My eyes got big and I stuttered trying to say the word, "What?". Jay, with this real mischievous expression on his face, grabbed my wrist and said, "Come with me" and he led me down to his basement as I tried to form the word, "No" because now I was again thinking I better get out of there.

It was a finished basement and looked like a regular room except there was a washing machine and dryer in an alcove at the back, louvered doors were open that would hide the washer and dryer when closed. Next to the alcove was a regular bathroom sink, which was odd out there by itself. Scattered around were unopened boxes and over near the sink was a plastic chair like you might see in a hair salon. Not a barber chair exactly, this was lower to the ground, made of blue plastic, but I could see that it would tilt back like some barber chairs do. Jay explained he planned to practice being a hair stylist down here by doing free haircuts and stylings, whatever. I nodded my head and mumbled, "I don't get my hair cut" to which Jay replied, "I can see you don't, but you should". He talked some more about his interest in hair and then we went back up two flights of stairs all the way up to his room this time. Jay didn't need to put much effort into dragging me along by now as I was feeling almost comfortable with him again. I followed him up the stairs thinking...'it's impossible not to like this kid'. His bedroom furniture was in place and the bed had been made up so Jay flopped on the bed and said, "OK, you got me real curious about something... why didn't you make a comment when I told you I was gay. That's totally the first time I've ever told someone I was gay and they had no response to it... wicked surprising to me, so what gives?" Instead of admitting that I was shocked and had stuttered trying to question it by saying, "What?"... instead of saying that, my mouth said something I never expected it to say, it said "I didn't comment because I'm also of the gay persuasion. Of course no one knows that I'm gay except you, now". I got scarlet red thinking about me using the phrase "gay persuasion"... where in the hell did that come from? Jay laughed out loud again and then said, "Oh my God, Elliot, you're too much! No way you said 'gay persuasion', did you?' Dude, you're funny. And, you're gay too? Really? That's awesome, Elliot!" I tried to swallow then but my ears seemed to be popping as I thought, 'Did I just tell him I'm gay?'

Jay continued looking at me with big, bright, warm, compassionate eyes and his chuckling turned serious as he quietly said, "Oh, you haven't told anyone? Not even your best friend or your Mom? It must be very lonely being you" and just like that we started talking about the two of us being gay. Jay started by saying he'd keep my secret, but he also encouraged me to consider thinking about "coming out" to my parents, or a brother, or sister, or grandparents or somebody in my family... you know, so I wouldn't be so alone with it. I didn't have good eye contact, but other then that I was fairly outgoing and forthcoming in contributing to our conversation. I did more talking then I can ever remember doing... ever. Jay was a good talker and a good listener too. He somehow made me feel like everything I said was interesting and that he cared about it. Explaining to him I wasn't ready to talk about being gay with my family made me realize what a great relief it was to have told him... "even thought I don't know you". Jay said, "Oh Elliot, you'll know me very well in a very short time. I just know we're going be the best friends, I just know it." Confiding to Jay about my gayness released a torrent of things I wanted to say to someone but had kept bottled-up inside my head, afraid to let them out. I talked about the bullies that always seem to follow me around and how, as a last resort, I get in fights... fights that I lose. I told him how my family isn't supportive of me at all and that they make fun of my shyness and sometimes of my long hair and girly looks. I talked about the pain of being so shy and how my younger brother has always been my parents favorite and how I've felt like an outsider in my own family. I also confided in Jay about my infatuation with my boss at work.

When I ran out of breath Jay picked-up the conversation and told me about his personal dealings with some of the things I'd described in my life, like bullies, and how his approach was to try winning them over with jokes, and self deprecating humor, and fast babbling nonsensical-talk that probably made him look foolish, but usually disarmed the situation. It was obvious from what he said that Jay has a very outgoing personality, a BIG personality that will help him make friends at school without too much trouble. Jay was also able to commiserate with my problems about not being liked.... some ids didn't like him because there are always kids who just don't like gays, big personality or not. He said his secret of getting through those uncomfortable times was to just be himself. Of course, I can be myself too which means being a very quiet person, a wallflower, who basically is painfully shy, along with all those other traits of shyness that I mentioned earlier. When I reluctantly described what being myself meant, Jay smiled and said, "We'll fix that, Elliot. You and me." We talked on and on about a lot of things.

We joked about Jay's tales of his musical talents and about him being in every school play since grade school, about him being so inhibited, NOT! He told me about his father divorcing his mother when Jay was five. I told him more about my job and described this boss I'd mentioned earlier, the one I had a crush on. Jay was engrossed in my description about Todd and me. I started with the basement files job and continued with the cucumber incident during the vegetable lesson, and about the reading material Todd encouraged me to read about shyness. I described the hands-on touching Todd did while talking to me, always squeezing my neck lightly, or holding my shoulder or arm, and how much I liked the contact. It was so enjoyable sharing this information with another person, especially with Jay... you know, because he was gay like me. Being shy I normally would get very intimidated by a boy who has Jay's type of confident and overwhelmingly positive attitude and personality, he's someone I'd normally avoid like the plague. Left to my own devises I never would have introduced myself to Jay, and without Jay pushing the issue so effectively I never would have gone with him to sit on his steps or even talk with him, or meet his mother, or anything. This was one time my shyness worked in my favor. My shyness prevented me escaping Jay's strong personality just long enough for me to realize I didn't want to escape it, I wanted to be his friend.

There didn't seem to be any topic the two of us wouldn't talk about... and then Jay came up with one. Without telling me what it was, Jay mentioned he has a harmless kinky thing he likes to do sometimes, but he didn't want to scare me away so he'd tell me what it is another time. To get by the little awkwardness of that statement he told some funny jokes and with his high energy level the jokes seemed even funnier somehow. The one I remembered is the one about this guy riding a camel who's lost in the desert. Day after day he tried to find his way out, but finally the man figured it was helpless and says to himself, "To hell with it, I'm lost forever and I'm so horny. I'll fuck the camel". Well, every time he tries to fuck the camel the camel reaches around with it's long neck and bites the man on his ass. It hurts so much he can't keep his boner up. The poor man gets hornier and hornier and tries time after time, but with the same ass-biting result. Then, one day he comes upon an oasis in the desert and sees a beautiful naked woman who gives him water and food. The man gets all cleaned up and approaches the woman to say, "I know we've just met, but I'm so horny, it's been a long time since I've had sex, I've got to ask you something. She looks willing so he says, "Will you hold my camel's head for me?"

Jay laughed a contagious laugh with each joke which helped make it all seem funnier too, and I was having the best time. It didn't seem like very long before Mrs Reeves called up to us in the bedroom saying, "It's almost midnight guys, how about shutting it down for tonight, Jason. There's always tomorrow." We couldn't believe it was that late. I promised to come over after dinner tomorrow night and then when we were just outside their front door, Jay hugged me goodbye. My body got very rigid and I gasped quietly, totally not expecting a hug. In his most concerned voice Jay asked, "Is this OK, Elliot? Hugs are OK, aren't they?" I could tell that he hugged me without giving it a thought, he probably routinely hugs everybody. I tried looking in his eyes for a couple of seconds to say, "Uh huh... sure, Jay" and I did a clumsy attempt to hug back a little as he patted my back saying, "Thanks for that, Elliot. You're doing great!".

During the short walk home the reality of it hit me... I have a friend! I really, really have a friend. And I really, really like him too! Then another obvious thing came to mind... he'll be in my senior class at Framingham High School next moth so I'll have a friend at school too, for once. A gay friend, but also a friend-friend, someone to say "hi" to in the hall, and someone to eat lunch with, and someone to bitch about things with, and other stuff that friends do together. It feels good thinking about being someone's friend. Then a shivered ran through me as I remembered telling him I was gay. Oh my God, where'd I ever get the courage to say those words to someone? Jeez, my first time ever telling someone I'm gay. It had seemed easy with him at the time, but thinking back on it made my whole body shiver and then the thought of telling someone else had me taking deep breaths all the rest of the way home. Still, I felt new somehow, a new beginning to something big... but what?

The next night I excitedly told my Mom about how I'd met this kid who just moved into the neighborhood... we were at the dinner table and she said, "That's nice, Elliot, would you pass me the potatoes, please." and as I passed the potatoes RayMOND described, in excruciating detail, everything about his day... Mom hung on every word he spoke. I rolled my eyes cause I was use to this kind of thing, getting blown off, I mean. My Mom probably didn't mean to hurt my feelings, she was use to "that kind of thing" too, and probably didn't even realize that it was a rude and dismissive thing to do to me at a time when I wanted to share something important in my life with her. I know from experiences that it's best to just let it go, so I did. Every night after dinner I hooked-up with Jay at his house and our friendship became so smooth and easy after only a couple of days... I could hardly believe it. I didn't let the home front bother me too much because of my new friend, and because each day at work my relationship with Todd seemed to get better and better. Every day seemed an extension of that first initial trend of friendliness between Todd and me. It had started the day I volunteered to help him in the basement and got better every day. This extra friendliness with Todd increased my crush on him to gigantic proportions. Whenever I worked up the courage to start a discussion with him Todd showed the same level of interest in what I had to say as Jay did. I told Todd about meeting Jay Reeves, although not about him being gay, and Todd listened to every word until I'd gotten it all out, then warmly said, "I'm so happy you've found a friend, Elliot. Jay sounds cool and having friends rocks! Have fun together, enjoy your teenage years." I was sure I loved Todd more then I've ever loved another person, or another anything in the world, even more in love with Todd then I was with jerking-off, which is saying something. Todd acted more "familiar" with me every day with his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side in a joking way, or the daily routine of having his hand on the back of my neck, or my arm, or pulling my ponytail. He also seemed to be in "my space" a lot, sitting or standing too close to me. That "space" that I'd always considered mine, was now available for Todd too. We also seemed to be bumping together a lot, when we passed one another or waited at the deli counter for lunch, things like that. It was such a feeling of inclusiveness with Todd that I found myself feeling I was kind of "the" special boy out of the entire group of summer and part time help. The closeness with Todd, plus my new friendship with Jay, had me feeling really good about myself for the first time since.... well, since forever. Todd picked me to work with him on a long tedious check list of past 'use-by-date' items, locating and removing them from the shelves. This meant we got to work shoulder to shoulder for hours on end.

The "used-by-date" project went on for a few days longer then he anticipated, it was awesome... I even identified a sexy scent from Todd which I think, as it turned-out, was his deodorant... but still. We were tight alright and it began being noticed now by the other boys. I picked-up on that while walking down the canned goods aisle one morning and over-heard the tall, string-bean kid mumble to his buddy, just loud enough for me to hear. "Oh joy! The teacher's pet made it to work again today". I thought, 'that's right asshole, I'm the teachers pet... and you're not!' Life was looking good for me. I jerked-off every night thinking about Todd fucking me, my hand pushing and pulling cock-sized condom-enclosed-vegetables up my ass. Ahhh, what climaxes I had. Near the end of our "use-by date" project Todd added a light goosing to his touchy/feely activities, right on my ass too... or maybe it's more of a pat on my ass. Not like a sexy pat on the ass, more like you see guys do to each other in a sporting event, something like that. I loved it in any case and it became a regular thing after that. Maybe Todd wanted to see if I objected. HA! fat chance. Every detail of Todd's interaction with me was discussed and analyzed with Jay each evening. We discussed and analyzed it until I even got tired of talking about it. Jay and I talked about every aspect of my infatuation with Todd except my fantasy of him fucking me. In fact, Jay and I never talked directly about sex, gay sex or otherwise, at all. We alluded to the vague possibilities of it in connection with my crush on Todd and about there being an ever-growing chance he, Todd, might be gay or at least bi. Jay and I never talked about having sex with each other either. That might seem odd, but just because we're both gay doesn't mean we start right in fucking each other. Straight male and female friends don't do that either. In addition to talking about Todd, Jay and I did other "friend" stuff together... goofing around, going to the movies, playing computer games, ragging on each other, driving around aimlessly when he could get his Mom's car and just chilling out together.

Tuesday, two weeks after I'd first met Jay, he finally had his "hair salon" set-up to his satisfaction in the basement and wanted me to see it. The salon chair I'd noticed the first night was now bolted to a section of the floor in front of the sink where Jay had removed the old carpet and laid down tiles. The original sink was replaced by a blue one with scooped-out section in the front where one could rest the back of their neck for a shampoo. Appropriate overhead lighting had been added along with a shelf under a large mirror that was somehow fastened onto the wall over the sink and in front of the blue chair. Electric outlets for his clippers and hair dryers and other paraphernalia of the hair salon business were available. He explained that once school started and he made friends, some would eventually accept his offer of free haircuts or shampoo or hair straightening or whatever, and when other kids saw how talented Jay is they'd want the free treatment too and he'd have a nice cliental keeping him busy and happy after school and on Saturdays... this was what he loved to do and he expected it to work out just the way it had at his Chicago high school. Most of his "clients" there were girls, but some boys too. He loved "doing" hair on both boys and girls. When he eventually attends a professional hair stylist school, he figured that before he even started the course he'd be better at it then the instructors. Everything with Jay was exciting, he was a very enthusiastic kid and it became a contagious thing with me too. Not surprisingly I was Jay's first client. He shampooed my hair like it's never been shampooed before, massaging my scalp in the process and it felt so good, all tingly and fresh and clean. He combed it and combed it and I was in a dreamy mood from all the attention.

Then, without asking, while my hair was still damp, he cut a lot of hair off and it kind of mesmerized me... I was in some kind of trance as Todd went about his cutting. My light red hair piled-up on the cape in my lap as he cut and cut. All the cutting was done with scissors and comb and fingers, no clippers. The mirror he'd set up on the wall reflected his work and soon I saw my ears uncovered for the first time in years. Some of the hairs in my lap were six inches long.. he cut the hairs in front of my head after combing them down to cover my face... the scissors went crunch, crunch, crunch and hairs on my forehead that were seven or eight inches long were now less then two inches and the remainder lay in my lap. Jay never hurried or hesitated. His face was serene as it reflected back to me from the mirror. Finally he did use clippers of some sort to outline around my ears a bit. My new haircut was shorter then I can recall my hair ever being. It

wasn't bristly, it was long enough to lay down on my head as he combed it flat on top and up in the front. The hairs in front were about an inch and a half long, sticking straight up. He used some light gel and combed it a few times, then used a soft brush to flick across my forehead and around my head and neck a little before unhooking the cape and collecting a big pile of my hair for the trash.

We hadn't spoken since the shampoo. Those first cuts with the scissors reduced the length of the hair in front of my head so drastically it caused me to gasp, but like I said, it all mesmerized me. I loved the new feeling of a boy fussing over me which was the thing that got me mesmerized in the first place. Jay was so efficient and sure of himself I never thought to tell him to stop cutting. It's not like I was crazy about long hair in the first place, I wasn't... I just didn't want to go to the barbers. After he removed the cape and I was sitting in the chair staring at the mirror Jay quietly said, "You're a very cute boy, Elliot. I hope you don't mind me saying that, and you should look like a boy and not a girl... and now you do". I said nothing, but thought... 'Yes, I do look like a boy for sure, and if possible I even look younger then I did before'. The longer I stared at myself in the mirror, still without saying a word, the more I liked what I saw. It was surprising how much more like a boy the short hair made me look. Before the haircut, I'd been feeling I was becoming a different boy... you know, after meeting Jay, and because of my crush on the ever responsive Todd, and now, after the haircut, I was also looking like a different boy and it seemed so perfectly right, it seemed like such a good idea. Finally, Jay sounding exasperated, said, "Oh, come on Elliot... you look fantastic with this haircut and you know it. I've been thinking of this haircut for you ever since the day I met you. Your head shape if absolutely perfect for this, and your hair... oh my God, your hair is so excellent. The body, the texture, the fucking color and... oh, you're so lucky and you don't even know it! Tell me you love it right now..." I started light laughing, I felt closer to Jay at that moment, maybe closer than anyone I've ever known. I was laughing because I didn't want to cry... it has all been so wonderful lately, my life I mean.

Jay had taken a big chance giving me this haircut, this haircut that he felt I needed for my own self image, but which I was unlikely to get on my own. What if I threw a fit, hating on it or something? He'd done me a big favor cutting my hair, knowing it was the best thing for me, but at the same time it's hard to show your gratitude to a buddy without the situation getting awkward, so instead of the praise he should be hearing, I yelled, "This haircut sucks! I want my girlie ponytail back!" Jay could tell from the way I said it that I was kidding around so he also joked, pretending he was talking to a little child, saying, "Nonsense, you look perfect this way sweetie, come on I want to show my Mom and all the neighbors how great I cut hair. After that I'll put you down for your nap". I wanted to goof with Jay some more about the haircut, but that thing right there, bringing his Mom into it, even jokingly... that changed my whole mood. With Jay I felt as relaxed and natural as I've ever felt with anyone in my life, but as soon as he brings his mother into it, who's a wonderfully nice person by the way, but still I get self conscious and shy around her. "No, Jay... don't. I need to get use to it more first." Jay stopped his pretend little kid speak and looked at me with that warm look he always has in his eyes and said, "It was just a joke Elliot, but it was insensitive to your shyness. I forgot how shy you are, we'll hold off showing you around for now... OK?" Then in a lighter manner he added, "Instead, how bout you telling me how much you love what I've done with your hair and what a great talent I have. Go ahead, you can start any time now. I'll listen to how great I am all night." He was grinning and only half kidding, but the fact is he did like to hear compliments... who doesn't? So, we talked about my haircut for a half hour. That's right, a half hour. I told him he'd done a fantastically awesome job, I loved my new look. I thanked him ten times and called him a genius. Jay finally was satisfied his talent was acknowledged and he did a mock-lecture on hair afterward, how to take care of it etc... for laughs. Oh my god, he does know so much about hair you could get a headache listening to it. We showed Mrs Reeves the "new me" on my way out the door as I was heading home. She raved about it and made such a fuss Jay and I were both laughing out loud by the time she was done. His Mom is very supportive of Jay... for sure!

At my house the next morning Ray saw me first and said, "I don't fucking believe it. You actually look OK. Mom, look at this!" My Mom came out of her bedroom and said, "Oh my God, Elliot!... what'd you do with all your beautiful hair. I swear you never cease to disappoint. What this?... are you going in the Army or something. And ya know, that might not be a bad idea young man. You might want to think of joining the Army after high school... it'll teach you a little toughness and discipline, God knows your father and me don't have the time or energy now-a-days" and back into her bedroom she goes, still muttering. I looked at Ray and he was nice for once, "Don't listen to that shit, Elliot... you look good". My mother was not quite as supportive of me as Jay's Mom is of him. I was real pleased Ray liked my haircut though... damn, another surprise realizing that I cared more about Ray's approval then I did about my Mom's. Isn't that odd? I said, "Thanks, Raymond. Dude, I appreciate that!" Ray looked at me funny and said, "We fight too much, Elliot. You're an OK brother" he was dialing someone up on his cell phone as he talked so I didn't respond. Instead I looked at him for a few seconds and thought, he's cute. How come I never noticed that before? Oh well, it was Saturday morning, so no work for me. While getting myself some breakfast the thought drifted by my mind... wonder if Todd will like my new haircut. I'll bet he does.

No work today, so after breakfast and after combing my new hair style just the way Jay had it last night, I went around to Jay's house. I knew that Jay had the use of his mother's car today and we'd made plans to drive all around to different places at random. We're both fairly new to this area so we wanted to get more familiar with it. We drove to the high school, the Mall, fast food restaurants, and then a drive into rich people territories... the nearby towns like Weston and Dover and Wayland. This was new territory for Jay and me, rich people's big homes on big lots. It was fun being with Jay. Ever so often he'd catch me looking at myself in the side mirror and get a good laugh saying, "You love it! You love that haircut I gave you! You were right, I'm a fucking genius!" I told him it sucks and I couldn't wait until it grew back in. Jay said, "Don't hold your breath on that one, Elliot... you're getting it cut, by me, every three weeks". I look forward to that, but I pretended to be pissed-off and did a big agitated sigh. Jay was somehow seeming more attractive to me everyday, he really is growing on me. Maybe I got a little crush on him too. At the Mall Jay spent a half hour deciding on which hooded sweat shirts he wanted to buy at Hot Topic, a cool store. We got Fenway Franks and cokes for lunch right in the Mall. Jay doesn't follow any sports so I had to tell him Fenway Franks referred to Fenway Park where the Boston Red Sox play. Jay said, "Oh, how fucking interesting" but he was laughing at his own ignorance of sports. He always has a joke and, after we'd eaten the hotdogs he told me this joke as we sat on a bench licking our dessert, large butter pecan ice cream cones, butter pecan was both our favorite flavor ice cream which we thought was a cool coincidence. The joke he told is this: Marge, a devoted wife, had seventeen kids with her first husband before he died. She remarried and had twenty more children with her second husband and then he got hit by a bus and died too. Just before her third marriage Marge got a piece of ground beef from a Big Mac stuck in her throat and choked to death herself. At her funeral one of the things the priest said was "finally the two of them are together". Later the man who was to be Marge's third husband asked the priest, "Excuse me Father, but did you mean Marge and her first husband, or Marge and her second husband when you said "finally the two of them are together". The priest replied, "I meant her legs".

This is the kind of thing that can get really silly and the ball of ice cream from both our cones ended up on the floor. I laughed so hard. On our way home, in a quiet moment, I thought of how much fun it is to have a friend. Jay's mother took us to dinner that night to the Ninety-Nine restaurant which was fun too. After dinner Mrs Reeves was going with the "girls" from the salon she worked with for a "girls night out". Jay talked me into trying weed back in his bedroom. We shared two joints and got the giggles something wicked. He told the "Marge" joke three times, laughing harder each time. I blew spit out my mouth and mucus out of my nose laughing like a fool. Later, when the pot wore off some, Jay told me he had a secret that he finally felt he could share with me. It was a kind of fetish that he had. He told me this as he was rummaging around in the back of his closet, finally coming out with a small shopping bag. I was sitting on the swivel chair in front of his computer thinking how glad I was that I now knew what a fetish was. I'd googled "haircut fetish" after that first night when Jay had said he didn't have one, meaning probably that he does have one. If he does have a fetish for hair it's kinda weird alright, and I wondered what this new fetish would be. Jay goes, "Don't make fun of me, Elliot. OK? I'm already nervous sharing this with you. I've never confided this to anyone else" and he pulled out a few pairs of girl's silk underwear. "I like to wear these sometimes and even jerk-off in them. Is this too much for you to hear, Elliot?" I shook my head "no" because it fascinated me. He was spreading the panties out with his fingers from the inside of them and they looked so silky and comfortable and flimsy. Jay said, "Would you freak out if I got undressed in front of you?" and I go, "Of course not. I've seen lots of naked boys in the showers at school". Jay nodded his head and pulled off his T shirt, dropped his bright blue Bermuda shorts to the floor and pulled down his jocket underwear. I stared with big eyes at his neatly trimmer pubic patch and his nice, but unremarkable penis and balls. He stood there a little uncertain. That's the first time I'd seen him be uncertain about anything. He really does have an excellent taut body... his legs look so long compared to mine. I bit my lip because it was erotic being able to stare openly at a boy's naked body like this.

Jay absently played with himself for a second and said, "I'm not particularly well endowed as you can see". I couldn't think of what to say. His dick looked normal to me, maybe slightly small, but so is mine so I go, "Oh!" and Jay chuckled and said, "You're really something, Elliot!" then he stroked his penis while picking up some white silk panties with little pink bows on the outside of each small leg opening. I muttered, "You fit in those?" Jay rubbed his cock and balls with the panties and his cock started getting hard. His breathing was ragged by now and in a slightly stilted way, he answered me, "Oh yeah, Elliot, I put.... them... on and get so hot.... so hot and horny... it's really nuts. I don't know why it happens, but.... it always happens. Watch this" and he stepped into the panties stretching them way out of shape. His cock pushed the panty material up severely in front as his hard boner immediately went from a semi-stiffy to flag-pole hard. Jay moaned quietly and said, "I need to jerk off.... do you mind?" I shook my head that I didn't. Jay rubbed his boner through the silk panties with one hand and cupped his nuts with the other. The color drained from his face as the head of his cock got wet and darkened the silky material where it pushed upward. Breathing short breaths now Jay stroked his cut cock with his fist grabbing it from the outside of the panties. He did it slow with his eyes closed making squeaky noises as if maybe it hurt him to stroke himself that way. The whole thing was just slightly scary, but also sexy as hell. I mean, I've never watched anyone jerk-off like that, or any other way for that matter. It was hot just watching someone get hot! My dick started getting hard too and I found myself gasping for breath a little bit too. It only took him about two minutes before he groaned out, "Oh god, this feels good!" thrust his crotch forward, and spurted cum inside the panties creating a big dark blotch. Then another lunge of his crotch and more drooling cum "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh, god...." and he collapsed back on his bed with his chest heaving and his hand inside the panties now, stroking himself right on his wet, bare cock... doing full strokes too. Jeez, it was a hot scene for a gay boy to watch in real life... not on a computer screen. This was no video. I groped my own stiff cock with my hand in my pocket, trying to do it so Jay wouldn't see me. His eyes were still closed lightly as his stroking slowed down, and his breathing returned to normal. It was over all too soon.

Jay took a deep breath and sat up. Then, looking sheepishly over at me, he asked "Ya ever see anything like that before? Ever see a guy get a boner just like that?" snapping his fingers, then adding, "Get a boner just touching girly underpants like these. Ever seen that?" He was off the bed now, stepping out of panties that were dripping with his cum. I was continuing to shake my head 'no'. It was exciting though and I wanted to let Jay know I was OK with everything, but my voice wouldn't cooperate. What the fuck, I told myself... you're gay too ya know, so what's the big deal? Say something!!! Without thinking, I squeaked-out, "I was a boy's personal cock sucker once". Jay looked startled as he thought about that non-sequitur while wiping cum off his crotch with a hand towel. "Personal cock sucker? What do you mean?" he asked as he was stepping into his jockey underwear again. Quickly I told Jay the story of Charlie La Russo, it didn't take long because I didn't describe much of it, just the basic facts, and when I was done Jay says, "You mean that's totally it? That's all the sex you've ever had in your life?" He was incredulous. Now I felt embarrassed again, I clammed up after adding, "yeah, that's all I've run into so far" but by the time I said the word "far" I couldn't even hear myself say it. Jay waited a few seconds to see if I was going to say more and then quietly said, "There isn't any reason to be shy with me, Elliot. Please don't be, OK? We're friends now, aren't we? I didn't mean to make that sound like there's anything wrong with you... really." He came over to his desk where I was sitting in his swivel chair and squatted down level with me and taking hold of my wrist he says, "Elliot, I showed you my embarrassing fetish, right? You don't need to be embarrassed that you haven't met anyone you want to do sex with in the last eighteen months, or whatever. Lots of people go a lot longer than that without sex. I don't do much sex myself. None since I got here" And he chuckled since he's only been here two weeks." After thinking about that statement for just a second, he quickly added, "... and I'm not suggesting you and I do anything together either. I'm not insinuating that at all!"

He's a very sincere person, very compassionate... Damn! It's so stupid of me to do it, but I felt it coming on and there was no stopping it... I blushed red at the notion of Jay and I doing a sex act together. As usual, my face felt so hot my eyes got a little wet and beads of perspiration popped out along my hairline. Gulping and looking away from Jay I said, "I'm not embarrassed, I had a cramp in my leg, that's all". Jay smiled and quietly said, "No, you didn't. It's OK though." I coughed twice then and said, "Really, I'm fine. Let me try that other pair of panties on." Jay was like, "Really? You want to try my fetish? Which one, the pink pair or the yellow ones?" I said, "I'm a boy, so the yellow pair, naturally" Jay chuckled and mumbled, "OK Elliot! Good one, dude..." and he flipped over the tiny silky yellow panties with ruffles around the waistband. Taking a big breath and pulling my T shirt over my head, thinking... 'I can't believe I have the guts to do this'. I got completely naked with Jay staring at me calmly. In a conversational voice he said, "What an excellent body you have there, Elliott. You're not that tall and you look skinny with clothes on, but naked your body really rocks, dude. Everything is perfectly proportioned except your penis which is bigger then it needs to be". I smiled although I knew for a fact my penis was not bigger then it needed to be. Jay whistled and said, "Love that little cover you got for that thing of your's too. Bet it's cosy in there." He was referring to my foreskin of course, which I love too. And, ya know, I always thought my body was OK myself, but it sure made me feel real good to hear Jay agree and I think he was being honest about my body, except for that part about my dick being too big. We were both standing there, me naked and Jay with only his jockey shorts on and he just leaned into me and hugged me, bare skin to bare skin, saying "You said hugging was OK, right?". Jay's was the first bare skin boy body I've ever touched and it made me shudder and make a long "Mmmmmmmm" sound followed by quick breaths and another shudder. Jay asked, "Is this OK, Elliot?" I nodded my head against his shoulder and he ran his hand up the back of my head ruffling my short hair. His brand new boner poked my thigh as I tentatively hugged him back. My own cock was slightly stiff, but nowhere near a boner yet because these sensations were so new to me and I felt totally lost as to what I should do next. Jay lay the side of his face against mine and quietly said, "Isn't this nice?" I went, "Mmmmm" again and whispered, "Are we being perverts, Jay?" His breathing was becoming wheezy as he replied, "Oh, come on Elliot. Perverts? You are so beautifully naive. We're a couple of gay boys playing around as innocently as babes in a blow-up pool, for christ sakes". I grunted out, "Wha...?"

Jay squeezed me tight with both arms and went, "You have a yummy body" and then he let me go. I immediately missed the smooth feel of his warm body, the taut chest and stomach, the poking boner... it had all felt so good. I gasped out, "Oooh, wheew" and looking up with another red face, I asked, "Am I acting like a dork again, Jay?" He was smirking, trying to lighten things up. He goes, "You've never acted like a dork even one time from the second I met you. Here Elliot, put those on and let's see what happens"... he was pointing at the yellow panties I'd chosen. Taking a couple of long breaths first, I stepped into each leg, one at a time, and pulled up the too small girly panties. They were very tight and cut into my waist and squeezed my nuts, my cock was captured off to the side, flat against my pubes. For some reason I sat down on the desk chair again and giggled nervously. Possibly a left-over influence of the pot or maybe I just felt silly. My dick did not get harder and maybe even lost the stiffy feeling it got from Jay's naked hug. Jay squeezed his chin with his thumb and index finger and spoke in a terrible German accent saying, "Ohh, I see vee have no boners... hmmmm. Very in-trest-ding!" I was feeling sillier and sillier with the panties on, but I sat there waiting to see where Jay was going with his mad scientist routine. He knelt down in front of me saying, "Let's see if I can get this nice looking penis up, no?" and he leaned down to lick my limp cock through the silky material of the panties. Without thinking about it, my hands went right to Jay's head and grabbed hold. I was surprised how soft his burr haircut felt... it felt really nice and I ran my fingers all through his hair on both sides of his head and up the back. Then in unison with his tongue licking up from my nuts, Jay's eyes looked up at my eyes merrily, a smile on his mouth even as his tongue completed it's journey from under my balls all the way up to my belly button. I quietly went, "Ohhhh" as I tried to maintain eye contact. Jay adjusted my cock to an upright position and a shiver rattled around my body... that was the first time another boy ever touched my penis.

My story about Charlie La Russo had opened the door, in Jay's mind, for him to suck me off is the way I saw it. My first blow job.... In addition to loving his tongue on my body, I was enjoying the feel of Jay's short hairs and I was fascinated watching as some of the long hairs from the front of his head joined his tongue inside his mouth. With each of the the moves Jay's tongue made on my groin more hair got wet and stuck in his mouth or the side of his cheeks. I thought it looked sexy as hell. Jay was really working at getting my crotch soaked with his spit and the more saliva he put on the panties the more visible my cock and balls became. When the front of the silk panties were completely saturated with his spit he sucked right on the head of my cock which had grown fairly hard. Then, grabbing hold of my boner's shaft from outside the panties he pushed the head entirely into his mouth and sucked it exactly the way I sucked Charlie's. Oh my God, I lifted my ass off the seat squirming and moaning, "Ahhh ahhh ohh ohh ahh ahh" as Jay increased his tongue lapping and lip sucking, adding short strokes with his fist until, after about three minutes of excellent sensations, cum blasted up from my nuts to splatter the panties and seep through with Jay sucking it into his mouth through the silky material. I saw stars and a light show and heard squealing which turned out to be from me. Jay sucked until I moaned, "Ah no, Jay... don't it's tender now...". Jay lifted his head away from my groin then, with cum on his upper lip smiling triumphantly at me, and then he lapped around his lips with his tongue cleaning the cum completely off. He looked quite pleased with himself and said, "And you say you don't have a panty fetish..." . With me looking astonished and getting ready to contradict him he finally burst out laughing. "You are so funny, Elliot. Everything is new to you isn't it? I know it wasn't the panties that made you cum, for christ sakes! I'm teasing you again."

I still couldn't talk so I just rubbed his head, being affectionate to him. Jay did his warm smile and patted the side of my leg before quietly saying, "I'm so lucky you were walking by the that night, Elliot. We may never have met except for that." I felt such a close friendship between us... gay friendship and regular friendship, both kinds. I got up, took off the wet panty and tossed it in the corner where Jay's white ones were and then cleaned myself up a bit. We discussed the two of us, and what we should be doing in the way of a little sex together in the future. Jay and I discussed how we're going to try to handle being friends as well as gay buddies... and do both at the same time. Jay's half-serious advice was, "We must be sure not to fall in love with each other. There's no danger I'll fall for you of course, but because I'm so hot you'll probably propose marriage by the end of the week to me." He was trying to be funny, but I got the point even though I didn't really see us getting involved with each other in any romantic way. It didn't feel like that kind of thing to me, not that I've had any experience with romance. It sure felt like fun tonight though, that is after I got over the uncomfortable beginning of it. Fun and hot, both really, but that's about it... except for the most important part which is the friendship part. That's exactly what I told Jay and he got all sentimental about the friendship part. He reminded me that he predicted the two of us would be best buddies for life way back within the first ten minutes we met. That friendship talk made us do another little hug together which I was beginning to feel at ease with by now.

It felt so daring to sit naked talking with an almost naked Jay. Like I was getting to be too cool for words. We talked about sexual things we might want to try together, but anal intercourse, that is to say fucking, wasn't one of the possibilities we considered. We simply didn't bring it up. Jay told me about some of his past sexual relations, mostly oral sex and making-out with boys. I didn't say anything, but in my head I was thinking, 'I don't want to make out', but something he mentioned, finger fucking with blow jobs, reminded me a little of my jerking off while vegetable fucking myself, so that was interesting and got me squirming a little. Rimming sounded like something out of a pervert porn book but Jay said I'd be surprised. About this time I did put some clothes on because I was chilly. Jay was describing different ways to jerk each other off and that got us both laughing again and then a little later, when I had the feeling I'd like to taste some cock after eighteen months without tasting any, I returned the favor by sucking Jay off, without panties, the way I use to do it for Charlie. I pulled Jay's jockey shorts down under his nuts and licked his cock, sucked on his nuts and then sucked the head of his cock till he did another good climax. His cum tasted just like Charlie's. Maybe most cum taste like that. Jay was impressed I could suck cock so well and I milked out compliments about that just like he dragged the compliments out of me about his hair cutting. It's a lot of fun being with someone you really like.

We felt sexually satisfied by then and I think we both felt like very close friends too. Dressed now, in the kitchen drinking sodas, Pepsis of course, and eating cheese and peanut butter on Ritz crackers till one o'clock in the morning. Most of the talk in the kitchen was speculation about me and Todd and if there was a reasonable chance Todd might end my quest by fucking me. We now could discuss fucking... our oral sex had relaxed the rules for discussing sex, I guess. Jay was somewhat suspicious of Todd, but wouldn't pass judgement until he'd met him. We made plans for Jay to wander into the Super Stop and Shop and check-out Todd surreptitiously to see if Jay's gaydar picked-up anything. Jay knew I had a huge, huge, huge crush on Todd and he was all for entering into a conspiracy to get me and Todd together, if... if Jay's analysis of the situation seemed to warrant such action. When Jay was seriously extolling his gaydar skills I'd skeptically said, "Oh, for sure that will work! You'll know if he's gay just by observing him as you walk by." and he laughed saying, "You have no idea of my powers". As I was walking home shortly after that I thought, 'what fun to have a real friend... and a gay friend too, all wrapped up in a nice package'. This was a very long day, the best Saturday of my life actually.....

to be continued...... Chapter Three (the quest)

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