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This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then doesn't bother reading any further. Move on with your life and allow me to move on with mine. Thanks for your expected cooperation.
NOTE: Normally all these tales I write about are true. I hope this fictional tale will bring you some pleasure. Parts of the beginning are true but where the fiction begins is up to you to decide. You can check out some of my true life stories under "A Rich Tale" and "Memories of Years Past". - Coach
Evolution of a Friendship
It started out simple enough. Tracy had some questions. He had read my stories and became very curious about adult males and teenage males being together. Tracy, who is 17, explained his interest because of his mutual JO sessions with his father, brother and best friend, yet they never did it together as a group. He explained that his father had been a good athlete and was still in very good shape. Tracy is a good athlete as well and prided himself on his physical appearance and hoped to remain in as good a shape as his dad as he got older. During their JO action, Tracy was very turned on watching his dad. They would look at pictures and read stories together on different Internet sites. That's why, after reading my story about a previous relationship with a teenager many years earlier, he wanted to get my advice about how to approach and deal with an adult male and even some fantasies about his dad.
As I read his e-mail, several questions came to mind. I thought at first he may have been tugging my chain and just wanted some good JO material from my response. So I sent him a list of questions of where he wanted this to go with his dad and what their backgrounds were in sexual experiences. I was sincerely interested in assisting him, but I wanted to make sure he was on the up and up with me. It became very apparent from his second e-mail that he was totally serious.
Each day passed and the e-mails between us became nearly daily. He explained a lot of his fantasies, his dreams, his hopes and deep inner feelings. In exchange I became so comfortable talking to him that I found myself sharing personal information and history about myself that only a handful of people know about me. We grew to really like each other and feel comfortable sharing these deep-seated thoughts. Many times Tracy would tell me how it seemed so strange being able to tell an adult about what he was thinking and feeling, yet we had developed a deep trust in one another to allow us to share such things.
Even at 17, Tracy had no doubts about being gay and he had so many questions of what it was like. We discussed the difference between love and lust, the uncertainty of relationships among gay males and he would often tell me of his daily activities including his fun times with his father, brother and friend. Those descriptions of personal experiences were only occasional as our e-mails went much deeper than that, as you can probably tell. This was a sweet young man who wanted and needed more information about the gay world and had searched me out for that help.
As the weeks passed our friendship grew, as well as it could from just sharing e-mails. We genuinely liked each other and at times we shared that we had deeper feelings than that at times. I was so curious about him and would have loved to meet him, to sit down and talk to him face to face about so many of the subjects we touched on in our anonymous exchanges. It had reached the point where I longed for his daily trades of information and he became one of the few people I truly wanted to send letters to on a regular basis. The important thing was that we had learned to trust each other, which in the silent, anonymous world of the Internet, is quite a feat.
A couple of times I had suggested we talk on the phone, but because he had never met anyone from over the Internet before, he was reluctant. It was entirely up to him. I had no need or intense desire to actually meet if he didn't feel the need. He had become such a fascinating person in such a short period of time. Our caring had grown almost daily and I figured that when he was ready he would let me know.
The weeks passed as our contact continued ritualistically. Tracy shared his ups and downs living as a growing teenager who just happened to be gay. He loved receiving the advice based on my experiences and he was able to relate to so many things I had gone through as he was going through some of it presently. He was always searching for more. He'd ask personal questions and ask my advice on so many different topics. Oh sure, there were a handful of times when he'd write about his fantasies regarding me. They were just brief descriptions of his caring for me and having me comfort him when he was feeling sad and lonely at night. Or even, if he were older and on his own, expressing his desire to try a relationship with me. I felt at times like we were actually with each other, with me taking the mentor role and just being a friend to him.
One day I opened an e-mail from him and received what turned out to be quite a shock to me. He came right out and said he had grown to like me so much and had a sincere interest in meeting, but wanted to chat on the phone first. I was so excited to finally be able to hear the voice to go along with the words I had read for such a long time. I wasn't disappointed as we chatted live for the first time and his voice reflected the gentleness and sincerity that I'd come to know through our letters. He then reiterated in our talk that he'd really like to meet me and we came up with a day that was beneficial to both of us. I was so excited to be meet him for the first time. I actually felt those butterflies churning my stomach, which I hadn't felt for a very long time when going to meet someone. Even my palms started to become a bit sweaty from the thought of being able to just talk to him in person.
The days passed agonizingly slow as the time approached. The morning I was leaving to visit him seemed to be moving in slow motion. I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand the hour plus drive to the town he lives in. We had planned to meet at a local establishment and spend the afternoon together. We didn't make any definite plans as far as where we would go or do, but the important thing was that we'd be able to spend time together and talk about so many things. As I pulled into the parking lot where we had planned our rendezvous, I was looking around anxiously and nervously. I spotted a lone, lean figure right where Tracy had told me he'd meet me.
I drove up near him and glanced out and he recognized my vehicle from my description. I knew he'd probably be nervous, but he was able to acknowledge me with a slight nod of his head. That confirmed to me that it was actually he and I pulled into a parking spot and was nearly bounding out to greet him. He came over toward me, somewhat hesitantly, and then a slight smile broke out on that handsome young man with the blond hair. He definitely had that swimmers build he had described himself as having. I was quite taken by his young, yet nearly adult features. He was going to make someone very happy.
I was somewhat nervous as I extended my hand to shake his and gave him a welcoming smile. It seemed to relax him a bit as he returned the smile, which just accentuated his sweet face. He was all I had imagined and much more. I had gotten to know the Tracy inside of him and the outside was just as impressive. His soft lips were quite sensual in appearance and his handshake was firm but so friendly. There was a chemistry between us that is so difficult to explain. It took only a couple of minutes for both of us to relax in each other's presence and we began to talk freely. We decided to get some lunch and just chat for a while.
We went to a local mall and purchased some food and sat in the food court, fairly isolated from possible prying ears. We started out talking about some of the things that had been happening in his life and slowly we got around to discussing the personal aspects of the issues we had discussed at length in our letters. Once we began to talk about those things, I suggested we go somewhere even more private.
Tracy said there was a local park where we could be by no one and ourselves would bother us. It took just a few minutes to arrive and we parked and were able to find a secluded picnic area where we made ourselves comfortable. The initial nervousness on both of our parts was completely gone as we began to delve in depth into the issues we discussed so much through our letters. The thing I began to notice was how often we would look at each other. Not in the normal fashion of making eye contact because we were talking, but in a way as to say we felt something for each other. That feeling was something so deep. It's something I'm sure you understand, that feeling of knowing someone so well and caring immensely for that person.
Our eyes met once again as they had several times during this brief time together, but suddenly, that different sense seemed to be taking over. Our gazes locked on to each other and it seemed they couldn't let go. Outside I suppose I appeared mostly stoic, or at least trying to, but inside was another story. My mind was spinning and I felt strangely drawn to Tracy. That chemistry had taken over and had moved on to another level. Our conversation became a bit sporadic and I finally broke the tension by asking Tracy if he wanted to walk while we talked. He responded that he'd like that.
The sun was on the verge of setting and the temperature was very comfortable. This was such a romantic setting as that golden globe was quickly beginning to disappear behind the trees. As we intermingled with the natural setting surrounding us I noticed we had picked up where we had left off. Our occasional glances resumed and finally I sat down on a soft patch of grass hidden among the trees. Tracy sat down right beside me as our bodies very lightly brushed against each other.
We turned our talk to some of the more emotional situations we had mentioned to each other before. Both of us seemed to caught up in it and we were on the verge of openly showing our emotions. A couple of times I was on the brink of tears, as I would have to stop talking or listening and catch myself. Finally, Tracy was discussing someone very close to him and he couldn't hold back any longer. I could see the emotions welling up inside of him and his eyes became misty. I could only think of one thing to do.
I lifted my arm and placed it around his shoulder and he eagerly leaned against my shoulder and began to release those pent up feelings. He placed his arm around my back and I cradled his head against me. He angled his head so his face was toward mine. I lightly stroked his head and he spoke for the first time about us specifically. He talked about how much he had dreamed about being held by a man. He had a close friend which he had shared that with, but he also had an attraction to older men and wanted to know what it was like to feel safe in the arms an experienced male.
I continued to hold him and as he place his hand on my chest and softly moved his fingers back and forth. I reciprocated by placing my free hand upon his arm and gently ran it up and down his forearm. We both seemed very content with this exactly as it was and neither of us was anxious to break that magical spell. It felt like we had disappeared into our own silent world. I have no idea how long we sat there just holding and touching each other. We knew nothing else was necessary to make us happy.
Several times my eyes moved downward toward his face and took in that youthful innocence and beauty. Finally, I leaned my head forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Tracy looked up at me, smiled and reached up and kissed me on the cheek. We had developed a friendship, which had grown so rapidly over such a short period of time. Yet, Tracy and I also knew that, if nothing else, our friendship was going to endure for a very long time.
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