"Eddie, Chapter One / A Vicarious Experience"
by Young Gun of Charleston, SC.
Written on 10/28/90.
Young Gun AKA Eric Miller can be
contacted on the Charlestowne BBS,
(803)-763-4657.
"Changes fill my time
Baby that's alright with me.
In the midst I think of you
and how it used to be."
- Led Zeppelin.
Chapter 1:
To be sure, I remember Eddie. His healthy face, his cunning countenance, his inviting smile; how can I ever forget? The image is emblazoned upon my memory forever, or until I die, depending on the outcome of the Final Mystery.
He is gone and we will never speak again in this world. Recalling the events that surrounded his death, I shudder, but that is another story. It is five years past and I am done with mourning and grief. Instead I've a happy story to tell, full of happiness and hope, eroticism and sensuality. It concerns the first time we ever met, which is a magical moment that lovers commonly gaze back on in curiousity, with thoughts like, "What if we had never met?" and "How did we grow to love each other?"
I've a large glass of iced tea by my computer, and a bowl of green olives on the armrest of my chair. As I type my recollections, why don't you, Reader, get comfortable at the same time? (We are both acting silmultaneously, only on different chronological times.) Stop at the end of this very paragraph and fix yourself a drink, and take this medium (book, computer print- out, or diskette) to a place where you can have privacy and feel free to do whatever you want. Because this is not meant to be read while under the restricting stare of the public.
The title of this story is "Playing Hookey". It's about the day when I cut school and met Eddie for the first time.
I watched as the school bus closed its door with a noisy whine and pulled off down the street to the next stop. I stepped out from my hiding place behind the oak tree. The bus driver, a plump middle-aged woman with thick lensed glasses, was known to report on truant kids that she saw about the neighborhood, so I didn't allow her to see me. I walked towards the park, where I would wait until 9:00am when my parents should both be at work. Then I could play video games on the computer, watch X-rated movies, beat off, drink beer, eat pizza, and engage in other redeeming activities.
(I really didn't cut school often; only the number of days allowed as excused absenses (10). My excuses were penned by my older brother.)
I was a muscular 17, but also slender and boyish, and had short brown hair and icy blue eyes. I was 6' tall and had smooth, ivory- white skin. My attitude towards sex was Futuristic: I was attracted to both genders, and didn't limit myself to either males or females.
I was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and red underwear, and white shoes, no socks.
I strolled towards the hut in the park, where I could climb up and meditate for an hour. As I approached, I noticed movement in the second story of the hut. My ears pricked up and I heard a nervous cough. Whoever it was up there had seen me before I had seen them. I called out a greeting but they didn't respond. I walked into the hut, directly under the second floor, and peered through the cracks in the floor. There was one guy up there and I assumed that he must be kinda small, judging by the size of his shoes. Again I said "Hello?" and warily I climbed up the ladder.
He was a dark haired boy in jeans and a white teeshirt, a few years younger than I. As I fixed my eyes on him I judged that he was very cute.
He was a bit anxious and wouldn't look at me directly for more than a brief moment or two. "Hi!" I said. He mumbled "Hi" back. I said, "I'm Karl. What's your name?" and he replied, "Eddie."
I made small talk, and explained that I was cutting school, and had to wait in the park until my parents left for work. Gradually he felt more at ease, and would look into my eyes as I spoke. I asked him if he was cutting school, and he shook his head, saying that he got suspended for 3 days for getting caught smoking a cigarette. I chuckled and said that was ridiculous, and he smiled and agreed. After his initial shyness, I was surprised at how quickly he opened up and spoke freely.
The hour of waiting I had anticipated turned into an hour of lively conversation with Eddie, and time flew by. I learned that he was 14, and went to my school. He had seen me before in passing, and had thought that I must be really popular because I was always surrounded by friends. I smiled and said, "Well, I bet you're popular, too!" He smiled, but shook his head. "Nah. I don't know anybody at school. And plus, I get..." he hesitated. "Never mind." I said, "No, tell me." He looked at me, and said, "Well, I'm not as strong as you are, Karl. I get picked on...in gym class. There's this guy that's always hitting me." He turned his eyes down, seeming ashamed. I said, "Well, that's nothing. I got picked on when I was your age, too, but I started working out, and studied karate on my own. I never really had to fight. The guys that used to bother me could just tell that I had changed, and they left me alone."
He looked hopeful. "Really? Well, I dunno. That might help for later, but right now...well, you know, it'd take a while to get in shape and all."
I considered an idea. "Eddie, why don't you work out with me? We could get together after school and exercise."
I could tell he liked that idea. He beamed, "Yeah, that'd be real great! I'd love to be with you! I mean...uh, I think..." he caught his slip and blushed. I grinned like a fox. He continued, "...it'd be fun, to work out and all... Hey, what are you smiling about?" he said.
I stayed silent, and gazed into his eyes. Slowly, step by step, I walked towards him. His eyes were fearful and searching, but then they steadied and grew calm, and locked onto mine. His mouth opened slightly, and he breathed deeply. I stopped two feet away from him. "I think that you're cute." I said in a low voice. He said nothing for a moment, swallowed, and then turned his eyes down, smiling from ear to ear. "I think you're cute, too!" he said. I moved closer to him and put my arm around his waist. He blinked. Then he dove into my arms and hugged me tightly, until I was almost crushed. I loved it. He laid his head on chest and stammered, "I've seen you around school and I've always wanted to talk to you and get to know you..." I patted his back, and rocked him gently back and forth. His face was warm on my chest, his arms tight around my back. I thought: this boy, he loves me, what am I to do?
We stayed like that for a golden moment that neither of us would ever forget. Then we parted and he rested his hands on my hips. I laid my hands on his shoulders and said, "Wanna come over to my house? My parents are gone by now." "Sure!" he said with enthusiasm.
We climbed down. We both smiled and gave each other meaningful looks as we walked to my house. I walked faster than he did, and I noticed that he was trying to keep up with me. I stopped and said, "Want a piggy-back ride?" He nodded and I knelt down, letting him mount my shoulders. I stood up and he cried, "Whoa!" holding onto my head for balance. Then he laughed and said, "This is neat!" I carried him easily; I speculated that he weighed 120 pounds. It was fun to feel his legs resting on my shoulders, and his crotch at my neck. I could feel a pressure from his crotch and asked, "Are you hard?" even though I knew. He laughed and admitted, "Yeah. Let's hurry up and get to your house."
I ran the rest of the distance. He held on tightly, laughing all the way. I let him down by our sliding glass door. We went inside and found the house to be empty, as expected. He laid down on the sofa in the living room and I fixed us both a drink of Gatorade. "So what are we gonna do now, watch TV?" he said facetiously as he sipped his drink. I said, "Yeah. How'd you guess?" He raised his eyebrows, downed most of his drink, and then placed the glass on a table next to mine.
I laid down beside him and he maneuvered himself so that he laid down in my arms. I caressed his chest and stomach, and rolled his shirt up. He threw up his arms and I pulled off his shirt. His skin was warm to the touch. He moved his hands to his jeans and unsnapped them, and pulled them off as well, along with his underwear. He was naked in my arms now. I marvelled at how he trusted me completely. It seemed that we were falling for each other very fast.
He turned around and, saying nothing, began taking my clothes off. I assisted as needed, moving around to free my shirt, my jeans, and then my red underwear, and my shoes. He was hard. He took my cock in his hands, and there it gained life quickly. I watched him; smooth black hair drooping over his elvish brown eyes, slender hands rubbing my aroused member, chest heaving with excitement, his pulse quick. I took his cock and jerked it softly. After a few minutes, his eyes widened and he moaned. "Take me, Karl." he said. "I'm gonna bend over and I want you to--" "I know," I interrupted. He knelt on his arms on the sofa, and raised his cute, tightly curved ass up to me. I patted his butt, and knelt beside him. His hole pulsated as I pushed into it, slowly, with infinite patience. I let his hole swallow my cock. He pushed his butt towards me, and my cock slid into him. He moaned, "ooohhh yes!"
His insides were very moist because of his arousal, and I found I could slide my cock in and out very well. I clamped my hands on his hips to hold him steady as I pumped. When I pulled back, I felt his anal muscles contract against my cock, and when I pushed in, my body smacked against his cheeks audibly. These effects heightened my arousal. I pushed in all the way once, and he moaned "Yes..." so from then on I pushed as far as I could on each thrust. Soon he was finished, and he waved his head up and down, tossing his beautiful black hair about, shouting with pleasure, as he came. I quickly withdrew and shot my cum on his backside.
This episode was merely the beginning of a great affair, and I say "merely" because what was to follow far exceded the intensity of our lovemaking on this occasion. True love was to follow later, and capture us both, as the days went by. We would meet in the hallway and be late to class, because we had so much to talk about. (Needless to say, the guy who picked on Eddie soon stopped. I told him to cease and desist, and apparently he didn't hear me. But the communication gap was solved after I broke his nose.) We mapped out a schedule where we would work out every other day after school, and on the days in between we would do other things, sometimes in bed, sometimes out. We enjoyed going to movies, dining out, socializing with other friends, and everything else that young couples do.