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In the springtime of Grade 10 things between Jon and I really started to blossom. We completed the transition from being acquaintances, to friends, to lovers. No we hadn't had sex yet, but lovers all the same. With our undeniable love between us, we wanted to act like a couple as much as possible, yet without daring to risk our cover. So slowly Jon and I built up the nerve to go see Toy Story together. We had debated for so long what would be our first movie together as a date. This was the one we both wanted since it had come out around Christmas time. We planned things so carefully, going to see a matinee in an area we thought we wouldn't be recognized. Again, as Toy Story had been out in the theaters since before Christmas we thought it would finally be safe enough for us to go. Right? Well, of course, there were a couple girls we thought we recognized from school already in the line when we scanned it to see if we would be lucky enough to go un-recognized. Again, we thought. We weren't even exactly sure that we recognized the girls as a group from our school. Still, the risk made us panic and low and behold, we instead chickened out and resorted to Plan B which was to see High School High. It was a pretty funny movie, but the place was packed for that one so we didn't dare even lean against each other let alone hold hands. So our first movie/date was a bust. There was a little relief that we couldn't do it, as much as we still wanted to, mixed with the let down. We had hoped to cuddle in a dark mostly empty theatre to a sappy movie, maybe kiss during or after the movie or hell, I don't know. We just wanted it to be so special, and truth be told, it sure didn't turn out to be the romance that we wanted it to be.
So instead, our `for the record-first ever' movie that we cuddled to was The Lion King, on video. We were over at Jon's place one morning and his mom and sisters had just left for a day at the outlet mall. Jon was quite certain that we were interruption free until at least mid afternoon. Jon got his duvet from his bed and spread it out on the couch, closed the blinds and drapes to make it as dark as possible and lit an orange-vanilla scented candle. Jon sat sideways on the couch and I laid down on it with his legs around mine and my back to his chest. We switched positions a lot, until we got comfortable with us both on our sides with Jon pressed tightly against my back, one arm propping his head up and the other around me with our fingers entwined. I couldn't believe how hard I could get just from the constant contact with another guy. I mean I dared to dream of the closeness, but it was even more than I hoped for. I was on such an emotional high! I cried openly when Mustafa died, knowing Jon wouldn't make fun of me. I was so happy there in Jon's arms, it felt so right. I felt safe and loved. Neither of us had seen the movie before, and naturally I really liked Timon because he is the little guy, and a smart-ass just like me to boot. Timon became Jon's pet name for me when we got sexually aggressive or playful. I didn't want the movie to end, I didn't want to have to leave Jon's warm embrace. I didn't want to forget the feeling of his many erections pressed against my leg! After the movie we made out for better than an hour. We were shirtless, in shorts and socks when we started and by the time we couldn't help ourselves ant longer we down to boxerbriefs. We had kissed each other all over; chest, neck, eyes, armpits and of course lips. Cautiously Jon slipped his Hanes down a bit to tease, and I did the same. Little by little we both ditched the gitch. This was the first time we ever were just sitting there facing each other naked without a blanket or sheet over us. I for the first time ever got to take in the sight of Jon in all his beauty. His dick was hard as was mine, his balls were slightly hairy where mine were still smooth and he had hair going form his balls to top of his butt crack. We kissed a lot and got into positions where he was on top of me or me on top of him. We didn't go for broke, that was enough for the time. I badly wanted to touch all of Jon, but was, as usual, too nervous to make the first move. So was he. We finished by facing each other, sitting on the floor with our crotches close together. My feet on either side of his butt, his were crossed over behind my back. We jacked ourselves off that way and came on each other. This was the first time that I wasn't grossed out by his cum. Rather than getting up right away like usual and clean ourselves off, we instead held each other in that embrace and kissed some more. I gave Jon my black and grey striped Calvin Klein Boxerbriefs to keep that morning, and took his white Hanes for myself. That was when I knew I was in deep, when I first realized that Jon really did own my heart.
My birthday is June 13th, and as it was on a Friday it was a big deal for the bikers that year. A few days prior they all had gone somewhere (Sturgess?) to hang out with other bikers. So on my birthday I got to go with mom to Uncle Sonny's restaurant for dinner. Mom was home rather than with Arnie, she couldn't go because she had work and her school/work placement holding her back. Otherwise I don't think my 15th birthday would have meant squat to her, I mean I still didn't get anything from her for it other than dinner. Arnie at least gave me some money to get new running shoes with before he left. Anyhow, Sonny is dad's younger brother. He's the only quasi-respectable one between dad, Arnie and himself. Mom got weird and acted like she gave a shit about me. She kept asking me if I would like to work at a fancy place like that. When I returned from the washroom I got a free birthday dessert from Sonny and mom and him were talking. Yeah, that was some birthday; Sonny didn't even charge us for the dinner so mom got off free!
By the time summer came Jon and I had fallen into a pretty regular routine of jerking off together and some incredibly hot kissing, and after helping out at the Prom night last June we even finally got to touching each other! On Prom night last year Jon and I were on a committee through Coach to help out behind the scenes with the graduation ceremony. Basically the teachers could read the itinerary just as well as anyone else so Jon and I didn't ever really do anything. The kicker was that we were coat check at the dance later and were passed a lot of free beer and weed. Actually we weren't given nearly as much as we were told to safeguard and not tell about under risk of getting our asses kicked, but still, it was enough.
Neither of us drank yet but we both had been introduced to weed so we hoarded like 5 joints worth and smoked it all after at my place. We were reading some story on Nifty and smoked like too much weed. Jon wanted something more graphic so we switched stories and read one about guys in a dorm. That got us both real horny and we both quickly shucked off all our clothes. When I went to sit down Jon was already in the chair and I sat on his hard-on. He yelped a bit cuz it hurt him and I sprang back up off of him. Whispering, we started kidding back and forth over it until I offered to kiss it better. I don't know what came over me because I know having said that that he would really want me to and I totally didn't want to then. I had gotten used to looking at it without being too embarrassed, and wanted to touch it so much, give him a hand job and play with it but I still didn't want to give him a blow job.
"I'll kiss yours if you kiss mine," Jon offered.
"What if you shoot your load or something, that's gross." I tried to weasel my way out of it.
I didn't really get much chance to argue because Jon just lunged forward off the chair and wrapped his mouth around my dick. Oh wow, did that feel good! But of course I was too chicken-shit to do it back to him and he let it go without pressuring me. I felt really bad, so I tried to make up for it by asking if I could give him a hand job maybe instead. This is something that I really wanted to do, and didn't at the time realize that Jon would have gone all the way with me if I wanted any time. So I touched his dick really gently at first, totally blown away by finally getting to feel his dick. It was like 5 «" maybe, but about as thin as mine. But damn, it sure beat my 4" chubby and I had wanted to touch it since the first time I saw it! I started clumsily by trying to stroke it but kept hitting him too hard in the balls. Jon got me to stop, pushed me onto my bed and laid me down. After turning off my computer, he laid down beside me and put my hand back on his dick. It was so awesome! My arm usually gets tired on like the 2nd or 3rd jerk of the day, and it was tired now, but like hell if I was going to let that stop me. I guess I wasn't doing it right for him because he again grabbed my hand and showed me how he likes it. He asked if I would at least spit on it for some lube again reassuring me that it was ok that I didn't want to suck his dick. I did too! Not suck on it, but I did manage to moisten his shaft with my tongue. It was a bit of a turn on, I felt mixed if I should just go for it and give him a blow job, not that I really knew how to, but I decided to take the easy out and not do it. When it all too soon got to dry again I lazily figured I'd just lick my hand to get it wet again. But when I was licking the palm on my hand I accidentally got a taste of Jon's precum and was totally grossed out. I stopped jacking Jon off then, but he still returned the favor for me anyhow and jerked me to a quick climax. His hand job was better than anything I had ever given myself really, and I memorized what he was doing so I could do it to myself when I was alone. I had only ever just stroked up and down before, I thought that was the way to do it and never thought that if you flick your thumb at the head or twist your palm over it that it would feel even better. After getting my cum all over his hand Jon quickly used it as lube and finished himself off. Jon took a gob of his cum mixed with the leftovers of mine and ate it. That was a turn on even if I couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess it was the combination of the cumshot and the weed probably, I fell asleep naked on top of the bed sheets almost right after Jon came.
I woke the next morning on top of my bed sheets still, naked of course. Jon was half under the sheets on my bed with his bare ass sticking out. Through the morning fog that always accompanies my just waking up, I realized then that the noise that had woke me was my door being closed! I thought I had locked it the night before, especially intending to smoke up and look at stories. In fact I was sure of it, but yet I guess I didn't. I had heard mom and Arnie whispering pretty intently as I woke Jon and got him out of bed. Man, I thought I was busted. Which of course I was, but not for being a faggot, not yet anyhow. Breakfast was really awkward, I was busted for the weed that my room reeked of. At breakfast mom was all like `you sure you don't want anything in your omelette, maybe some pot perhaps? Huh? And seeing as your big boys how about you wash it down with some whisky or a can of Miller?'
I somehow looked to Arnie in a futile hope for help, but he was useless and laid into me too. He was like `you two were so wasted you couldn't even get into your PJ's and into bed, you just circle jerked and fell asleep together! Let me know when you can handle the shit and I'll give you all you could ever want. Or maybe at 14 you're ready for some harder shit like crack, or heroine. Then you can wake up naked in a complete stranger's bed instead! Kids are growing up faster nowadays!'
Horrible timing I know, still I couldn't help but laugh. I mean here is this big tough biker dude, pretty respected by the guys he rides with (he does have an `affiliation') and he's calling my pajama pants PJ's! And I know he's tried everything there is to try drug wise and he's giving me shit! Laughing only caused me more grief though. I've learned that Arnie doesn't take well to being laughed at, especially when he feels he's in the position of authority, or at least in his tainted view of being in the right.
Then mom was practically slamming the burnt yet still runny omelettes on our plates and asking if I ever saw her and Arnie ever touch anything worse than beer or the odd bottle of Jim Beam. (Yes I have mom, how about the rails you guys snort? Not to mention the joints you make to look like cigarettes. And no, I don't think Jim Beam and Yukon Jack are supposed to replace OJ regularly at the breakfast table, you crack whore! I mean what the fuck? You're some sort of angel? You're getting laid by dad's brother, I don't think that June Cleaver would do that either. Hey Beav, how about you play stupid while your uncle rides me? But that for sure wasn't the time for me to say so.) Man, Jon and I got blasted for like an hour before Jon got sent home. I got it all morning from her until I finally got sent to go clean up Arnie's parts shop as punishment.
After a week of doing slave labor at Arnie's shop and garage I actually hated weed. No, on second thought I hated my mom and dad for being so shitty. Weed was still all good, just not at home. Arnie was actually pretty cool to me out of mom's sight, but still promised me that if he ever finds me smoking anything, cigarettes, pot, hash, anything, he'd kick my little ass! Then he'd be nice again, telling me I can amount to something because I'm smart, and not to be like him and my mom, and especially not like my dad. After my punishment week was over Arnie got me helping out again regularly the next week, working again as a clean-up bitch and coffee gopher for free. That week at Arnie's ended with a visit from that Uncle Sonny. Arnie had asked his brother to come by the shop before work so they could talk. After they talked Arnie told me to get the hell home and clean up and be at Sonny's restaurant at 3:00 and to bring Jon too if he wanted a summer job.
Jon and I hadn't had any time for each other because I was grounded on the weekends and Mom had tones of chores for me to do daily after I got home on weekdays. So when I called him that afternoon it was the close to the first time Jon and I had talked in the two weeks since he got sent home. We went to my uncle's restaurant and were hired as bus boys. One of Sonny's managers wanted us to be dishwashers but agreed with him that I was too small, and conceded to Sonny that we could both bus. So Jon and I got home and had to get pants and shoes for the new job. I also got a real hair cut for the job rather than the usual clippers in the back yard job! This past summer we got to clean tables at Sonny's restaurant and had a great time. I got so many customers and chicks on staff oogling over me that I was so small and so cute, it made Jon so jealous! Of course as I was still only 4'3" by the end of the summer Jon had grown to more than a full foot taller than me at 5'7". Man did he have a growth spurt.
So that summer I got treated like a star because of my stature and Jon had to do more work than me because he was bigger. I may have played it up at work, but he evened things out though in our private time. I sort of became his bitch, and on the last weekend of the summer break I also had finally become the little cock-sucker I've been accused of being by my mom when she's drunk, high, or just plain mad about something or other I forgot to do. Tee-hee! The first time was after a slow night that Jon and I were both working that we got let go early from. We took our tips and bought some pot off of one of the kitchen guys and went over to Jon's place. His mom and two older sisters were in bed by the time we eventually got there. His oldest sister Deanna hot-boxed with us and then took off for her boyfriends. Jon and I fooled around in his pool and eventually our shorts came off. I was perversely curious about what dick tasted like after getting a bit of Jon's precum the night I caught him eating both of ours. I had tried my own cum after that night and was grossed out by it at first, but had a growing urge to taste Jon's dick anyway. Getting out of the pool we lied down on towels, under the awning that covered his deck and started to fool around. I went for it finally. I think I gave Jon the worst blow job ever, scratching his dick with my teeth more times than I care to say but before I would have expected it he shot in my mouth. It was so gross, but the look on his face was so happy. You see, I had told him somewhat jokingly that I wanted to try his cum a few days before that, so he didn't let me know he was cumming until I actually felt his cum squirting in my mouth so I wouldn't chicken out. I guess he knows me pretty well!!!! You bet, I gagged. I guess I was swallowing at the time he shot, because I even accidentally swallowed some before spitting out the rest. Jon then returned the favor and gave me a blow job too. Unlike the first time he had done this for me I wasn't really into it at all, because I thought I was going to be sick because he had cum in my mouth and because I had swallowed some. I warned him when I was close, giving him fair warning. That only made him go at me harder. As I started cumming Jon took me as deep into his mouth as he could and tried to swallow most of it. We made out for a while afterwards and I have to tell you Jon didn't really mind the taste of cum nearly as bad as I did. It was something that I hoped would happen, and had jacked off to thoughts of it, but to actually have Jon cum in my mouth was something I also really dreaded at the same time. But now it had happened, and I totally felt all yucky about it. After that night I hesitantly started sucking Jon off somewhat regularly but never got to the point that I would let him cum in my mouth again. I still to this day don't like cum in my mouth. (Oh well, I now like it somewhere else so that's even better!)