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"Eddie, Chapter One / A Vicarious Experience"
by Young Gun of Charleston, SC.
Revised by Doppelganger & Young Gun, 3/28/94.
Originally written on 10/28/90.
"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:
It is five years now since Eddie died, but I remember him well. I am still in love. His image is emblazoned upon my memory forever or until I die, depending upon the outcome of the Final Mystery.
Eddie and I created a very special relationship, something that does not happen often between people; a rare florescence. This first chapter is a happy story, full of eroticism and sensuality, concerning the first time we ever met, which is a moment that lovers commonly gaze back on in curiosity, wondering what caused them to find each other.
To my Reader: We are both acting simultaneously, only on different chronological times. As you read my words, I am writing them. I am completely comfortable. I have a large glass of mint julep 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? Stop at the end of this very paragraph and fix yourself a drink. Take the medium of this story (book, computer print-out, or diskette) to a private place where you can feel free to do whatever you want. Because this is not meant to be read while under the restricting stare of the public.
This story is 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 an oak tree. (The bus driver was known to report on truant kids that she saw about the neighborhood.) I walked towards the park, a safe haven where I could wait until 9:00am when my parents should both be at work. Then I could watch X-rated movies, beat off, drink beer, eat pizza, and engage in other redeeming activities.
I was a muscular 17 and had short brown hair and icy blue eyes. I was 6' tall and had smooth white skin. I was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and white jogging shoes. My attitude towards sex was Futuristic: I felt attracted to individuals from both genders and didn't limit myself to either males or females.
I strolled towards the hut in the park, where I planned to climb up and privately meditate in half-lotus position for an hour. As I approached, I noticed movement in the second story of the hut. 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 first floor of the hut and peered through the cracks in the floor to the second level. 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 then climbed up the ladder.
He was a very cute, dark haired boy with a naturally tan, Mediterranean complexion, a few years younger than I, wearing jeans and a white teeshirt. Though he seemed to recognize me, I didn't quite know who he was. He appeared a bit anxious and wouldn't look at me directly for more than brief moments. "Hi!" I said. He mumbled "Hi" back. I said, "I'm Karl. What's your name?" and he replied, "Eddie."
I made small talk, explaining 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 for longer intervals as I spoke. After a few minutes of my doing most of the talking and his nodding to what I said, I asked him if he was cutting school. He shook his head: "I got suspended for 3 fucking days just for getting caught smoking a cigarette." I chuckled. He went on to fill in the details, flashing his fifty-dollar smile at certain moments and waving his hands around as he described people and things that happened. 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, it's like this, Karl. I'm not as strong as you are. 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 a little karate on my own. After a year or so, nobody bothered me anymore."
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 quickly considered an idea, then said: "Eddie, why don't you work out with me? We could get together after school and exercise. It would be great to have a work-out buddy."
I could tell he liked that idea. His enthusiasm was more than I had expected--which I found both pleasant and revealing. He beamed, "Yeah, that'd be real great! I'm glad you thought of that! I could come over to your house every day after school and work out with you. I'd really love to get to know you. I've always liked you..." He caught the knowing look on my face. "I mean... uh, you know..." he stammered with an uncertain smile. I grinned like a fox. He cast his eyes down and blushed. I didn't want him to feel that way--ashamed, or anything like that. It hurt me, but I also found it provocative to see him fumbling for his words. "I just mean," he said, "it'd be fun to work out and all... hey, what are you smiling about? I hope you don't think... hey, don't laugh at me..."
My smile vanished and I looked into his eyes. Slowly, step by step, I walked towards him. His eyes were fearful and searching, but then he found his confidence, and his eyes grew calm and locked onto mine. His mouth opened slightly, and he breathed deeply. I stopped two feet away from him. I said, "You know what? I think you're cute." He said nothing for a moment, swallowed, and then turned his eyes down, smiling from ear to ear. Finally he looked back up at me and said, "I think you're cute, too!"
I moved to him and put my arm around his waist. He blinked. Then he dove into my arms and hugged me tightly. I was almost crushed but I loved it. He laid his head upon my chest and said, "I've seen you around school and I've always wanted to talk to you and get to know you...I dreamed of meeting you like this..." I patted his back and rocked him gently back and forth. His face was warm on my chest, his arms tight around my back, and I felt his warm breath on my bare arm.
We stayed embraced like that for a golden moment which we were both aware that we would never forget as long as we lived. Then he moved his hands down to rest 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 exchanged meaningful looks as we walked to my house. I walked faster than he did and noticed that he was trying to keep up with me. I stopped and said, "Wanna piggy-back ride?" He nodded and I knelt down, letting him mount my shoulders. When I stood up he cried, "Whoa!" holding onto my head for balance. Then he laughed and said, "Hey! This is neat!" I carried him easily and guessed that he weighed about 110 pounds. It was fun to feel his legs resting on my shoulders and his warm groin at my neck. I could feel a pressure from his groin and asked, "Hey, Eddie...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 as he sipped his drink. I said, "Yeah. How'd you guess?" He raised his eyebrows, frowned slightly, 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 raised his arms obligingly and I pulled off his shirt. His skin was warm to the touch. He moved his hands to his jeans, unsnapped them and pulled them off as well, along with his underwear. He was naked in my arms now. I marvelled at how uninhibited he was. He was like a little tiger.
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 underwear, revealing my tumescent cock. His cock had been growing erect while he was stripping off my clothes. By the time he had finished, he fully erect. He took my cock in his hands, and there it gained its full size quickly. I watched him; smooth black hair drooping over his elvish brown eyes, slender hands rubbing my aroused member, chest heaving with excitement. I took his cock and jerked it softly. After a few minutes, his eyes widened and he moaned. "Listen, Karl. There's something I'd like you to do." he said. "I'm gonna bend over and I want you to..." "I know," I interrupted, "and I want to do it." He knelt on his arms and knees on the sofa and raised his cute, tight ass up to me. I patted his butt and knelt beside him. His hole pulsated as I pushed into it, slowly, with infinite patience. Then I stood still and let his hole swallow my cock as he pushed his butt towards me. 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 rested my hands on his hips as I pumped. When I pulled back, I felt his anal muscles contract tightly against my cock, and when I pushed in, my body smacked against his cheeks audibly. I pushed in all the way once, and he moaned "Yes..." so I took the cue and from then on I pushed as far as I could on each thrust. Soon he was ready and he waved his head up and down, tossing his beautiful black hair, 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 exceeded 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. We mapped out a schedule whereby 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, though naturally we had to exercise discretion, the times being the way they were.
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