The following parody of 1950s teen boy adventure novels is given to the public domain for the enjoyment of all mankind.
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Jeff Steele's Amazing Experiment
Copyright 1953, Patroclus Press
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Chapter One
"Hey Jeff, you've got to see this!", said George excitedly.
"Aw man, what is it now, George?", said Jeff. George Oliver was always finding things by the side of the road on his bike trips to Steele Industries HQ.
"You won't believe what I found!", said George, a slender young man of 16.
"Listen, George, I've got to finish analyzing some experiments for my Dad. Make it quick.", said Jeff, the 17 year-old only child of the world famous scientist, Barnabus Steele.
George put a dirty orange tackle box on the lab table. He clicked open the clasps and raised the lid. Jeff saw two folded magazines and a paperback book.
"So what?", said Jeff. "Beat it George, you're always bothering me."
"Take a closer look, Jeff."
Jeff picked up the book. The cover had a painting of a blonde young man in an overcoat walking past an orange-lit doorway on a night time city street. The one-word title above, in bold yellow "paintbrush" letters shocked Jeff.
"Queer". By Capt. Robert M. Spearman.
"What the--", stammered Jeff. He couldn't stop looking at the book. He had no idea such artifacts existed in his wholesome, Mom and Pop America.
"I spotted a mound of dirt near the Apple Falls Academy of Dance.", related George. "I dug out this tackle box with my handy mini-shovel. Can you believe how weird this stuff is?"
Jeff silently put the book down and examined the magazines. The cover of "Getaways" was dominated by a beautifully clear black and white close- up of a male model. The cheaper magazine, "Our Society", had two men in their twenties grinning at the camera, outlined by a red heart. Jeff knew these weren't normal magazines you'd find at the Apple Falls drugstore.
"What do you make of it, Jeff?", asked George, adjusting his large, black-framed glasses.
"I have no idea. I think... This stuff must be for homos.", said Jeff.
"Homos in Apple Falls? No way!", retorted George.
The shiny metal lab door opened suddenly and Barnabus Steele, wearing his silver, high-collared lab coat and enormous black gloves, peeked in. Jeff quickly shoved the unusual literature back in the tackle box and closed the lid.
"Jeff, can you help me over in the aerodynamics testing center?", asked Mr. Steele.
"Uh, sure Dad. I've got to finish up one thing first."
"Hi George. How's your Mother doing?", asked Mr. Steele with an engaging smile.
"Hi Mr. Steele. Ma's in tip-top shape. We're having fresh blueberry pie for dinner tonight.", said George proudly.
"Mmmmm, I'd ask you to save a piece for me, but I've got a long night ahead of me with the XS-247 Turbo Jet Command Ship prototype.", said Mr. Steele. "But Jeff should be available for dinner tonight. Won't you, son?"
"Yeah, Dad. That sounds great. I'll join you down at the testing center in a few minutes.", said Jeff.
"All right, son.", said Mr. Steele. He left the doorway and the lab door swung slowly shut.
"George," Jeff said, "Take this junk home. We'll look at it later. Maybe it'll be good for a few laughs. Just don't tell anyone what it is."
"Roger Dodger, Jeff.", said George. "Ma likes dinner to begin at 6:15 sharp."
"See you there.", said Jeff. George took the tackle box of homo publications and left. Jeff couldn't get the paperback book cover out of his mind.
'Jeepers, that stuff was strange.', thought Jeff. He finished up his two equations in the notebook and left for the aerodynamics testing center.
Steele Industries was a huge, modern complex of laboratories, factories, and offices nestled near the loveliest farmland of Apple Falls. They even had a special building for their new electronic "computer", which solved equations in its vacuum-tube brain faster than the world's finest mathematical geniuses.
Jeff went to the parking lot and got on his red motorcyle. The rotary engine roared to life and Jeff took off down the curving path, the bike's horizontal tail fins keeping him completely stable as he picked up speed. In a trice, he arrived at the imposing aerodynamics building and parked in his reserved space next to his father's silver jet-car.
All of a sudden, the green mirrored windows on the third floor exploded!
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Chapter Two
Mr. Steele looked out from the smoking, shattered window frame.
"Come on up, son. Everything is fine.", said the scientist.
Jeff raced up the austere granite stairwell to find out what happened.
"What happened?", exclaimed Jeff as he opened the door to room 308.
"Heh-heh, It looks like Chef Ernie bumped into a lever on that control panel on his way out.", laughed Mr. Steele.
"I'm awful sorry, Mr. Steele, sir," said Chef Ernie, the lovable 380 pound Texan. "I'll be happy to work off the cost of the damage.", he said, staring at the floor.
"Damage?", said Mr. Steele. "Why, Ernie, your mistake just might have saved this project!"
"Huh?", asked Jeff.
"You see, fellows, when Chef Ernie hit that lever, I was formulating a new aviation alloy for the XS-247. The burst of power he sent through the equipment did this."
Mr. Steele picked up a square plate of grey metal. He flipped it up in the air to show how light it was.
"Notice anything unusual, fellows?", asked Mr. Steele with a grin.
"No... Wait a minute.", said Jeff. "That explosion should have twisted that metal and ripped it to pieces. But it shows no signs of damage!"
"Exactly, son. Chef, I think your little blunder might have already paid for the damage to this lab, AND paid for a whole new building!", said Mr. Steele. "The extra surge of power instantly bonded a layer of crystallized titanium to this ordinary aluminum foil. I'll have to do some testing of course, but it looks like we've got the makings to make airplanes lighter and stronger than we ever imagined!"
"Gee, that's super, Dad!", exclaimed Jeff. "C'mon, Chef Ernie, you deserve some credit too!"
"Aw, I just made a mistake is all.", said the Chef, wiping the soot from his face with his trademark red neckerchief.
"Some of the world's most fantastic discoveries have come from 'mistakes', Chef. You might go down in history!", said Mr. Steele.
They all laughed. Mr. Steele busily began studying the new alloy under an undamaged microscope off in the corner.
"Jeff, you can go on home. The XS-247 project, and possibly the future of Steele Industries, have taken an entirely new direction.", said Mr. Steele, thinking of the value of forthcoming patents.
Jeff took one last look at the destroyed lab. He shared a smile with Chef Ernie, then went down to his motorbike. Happy for his father's safety, his mind reeling with the importance of the new alloy, he roared home, feeling the red bike throb and shake underneath him. His blonde flat-top fluttered in the wind as he sped through the peaceful lanes of Apple Valley. At 6:10, he arrived at the Oliver residence.
Mrs. Oliver was yelling at George! "Don't you bring that garbage into this house, young man!"
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Chapter Three
"I never want to see such things in this home again, George!", Mrs. Oliver yelled.
"But Mom," said George, "It's just a Jap helmet I got from Mr. Stephens! It's a war souvenir!"
"War souvenir?", said Mrs. Oliver. "Your father died fighting the Japs for this country's FREEDOM, and that's the only 'souvenir' you need! I don't need any reminders of that terrible time in this home! Now bring it back to Mr. Stephens right n--... Oh, hi Jeff."
"Hi, Mrs. Oliver.", said Jeff sheepishly.
"George, put that thing in the garage for now. Dinner's almost ready, and I don't want to inconvenience your guest.", instructed Mrs. Oliver, a full figured woman of 35 in a sky-blue suit with a necklace of large pearls.
"Aw, okay Mom.", said George. He trudged out the front door and walked around to the garage. Jeff helped him raise the noisy wooden door. George put the leather helmet on the shelf. Next to the orange tackle box.
"Don't worry, Jeff," said George with a smile, "Ma doesn't know about our secret." He tapped the lid with his fingertips.
"Shut up!", whispered Jeff. Jeff thought that box could only bring trouble.
The boys closed the garage and went in the house to wash up.
"So, what did you boys do today?", asked Mrs. Oliver cheerfully as she brought the food to the table.
"Well, Ma, I was riding past the Dance Academy, and I found this--Ow!"
Jeff kicked George's ankle.
"What was that?", asked Mrs. Oliver from the kitchen.
"Uh, I was saying I found... some... marbles. Nothing special." George looked at Jeff with a hurt, serious face.
"And how is that summer job at your Dad's business working out, Jeff?", asked Mrs. Oliver.
"Oh, it's tough. Lots of equations and experiments. All that stuff they taught in the science department at Hamilton High really comes in handy though.", said Jeff.
"I wish your father would come by sometime. It seems like he hasn't been to dinner here more than 3 times since the war ended.", said Mrs. Oliver.
"Well, Mrs. Oliver, he's been super busy with all kinds of top secret projects. The Government needs him so we can get the edge on the Russkies.", said Jeff proudly.
"I've got some ideas for a few experiments.", said George, smiling and touching his foot to Jeff's under the table. Jeff pulled his foot back and glared briefly at Mrs. Oliver's strange son.
"Those damnable Reds.", said Mrs. Oliver quietly. "Excuse my language. I apologize, boys.", she said with a blush.
The threesome ate Mrs. Oliver's wonderful meal. Pot roast, buttered rolls, and blueberry pie for dessert. Mrs. Oliver cleared the table and put on her apron to wash dishes while the boys went up to George's room.
When the door closed, George put his arms around Jeff and quickly kissed him on the lips.
"Wha?", said Jeff, pushing George away. "What's gotten into you, George Oliver?", he asked.
"Just an... experiment. I looked at those homo magazines, Jeff."
Jeff stood there silently. George kept looking into Jeff's eyes.
"Jeff, don't you get it? Guys can have S - E - X ... together! If you'd just try it a little, we'd have it made! And no more frustrating dates with Cindy Butler!"
"George, have you gone mental?", asked Jeff. "Cindy and I are going steady. And I'm NOT breaking up with her for YOU!"
George approached Jeff again, pinning him against the sailboat wallpaper. Jeff was so surprised he didn't know what to do. George had gotten stronger since sophomore year. George's soft, warm lips pressed into Jeff's. Jeff had to admit, it felt very good.
George pulled back, then tenderly drew in for their next kiss. Jeff couldn't believe what was happening, but he was in no mood to fight. What they were doing seemed harmless. Cindy had never kissed him for this long. His hand shaking with nervousness, Jeff reached around to touch the back pockets of George's blue jeans. George smiled through his kiss, and eased off his pressure against Jeff and the wall. They took a breath and looked into each other's eyes.
"George...", said Jeff.
Jeff gently removed George's large black eyeglasses. George was actually quite handsome without them. His black buzzcut, slightly longer and twisting to the left in front, looked fascinating to Jeff. Jeff ran his hands through George's soft hair. George closed his eyes and smiled. Silently, they spent ten enjoyable minutes kissing and being close. Both of them felt "hard", as teen boys often do.
Suddenly, George's bedroom door opened!
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Chapter Four
George's cat, Mittens, pressed on the door and walked in with a miaow.
"Oh, Mittens...", said George with a little anger. He closed the beige door and turned the skeleton key to lock it. Mittens, a black cat with white feet, jumped up on George's green bed.
Jeff came up behind George and hugged him.
"Come on, let's keep doing it. It's... great!", he said.
Jeff gently blew in George's left ear, then kissed his neck. George smiled. Jeff moved his hands down to the front of George's pants. George took a deep breath. No one, boy or girl, had touched him down there before. George turned around to face Jeff, and they kissed, feeling the wonderful stirrings of true passion. The young men began grinding their... equipment together, pressing close as they kissed. Mittens watched for a while, then curled up in the middle of the bed.
George maneuvered Jeff to the edge of the bed, then gently pushed him down, still kissing and hugging. Mittens jumped away with a loud yelp. As Jeff felt the full weight of George on top of him, he ejaculated semen, feeling a wonderful rush of pleasure. The warm, sticky semen spread into the front of his tight white underwear.
"Oh, God!", breathed Jeff. It was his first sexual orgasm. He had been "hard" before, but had never felt right touching himself so privately.
George kept kissing Jeff's lips and face. Jeff just held George tightly. George knew Jeff had slowed down.
"What's the matter, Jeff?", asked George.
"Nothing. Nothing.", answered Jeff. George smiled and drew near for more kisses.
Just then, the doorknob jiggled as Mrs. Oliver tried to push it open.
"George? What's going on in there?"
George sprang away from the bed, leaving Jeff lying there. George saw a dark stain in the front of Jeff's light brown slacks. He knew what it was. George had enjoyed solitary pleasures several times in the past six months.
"George? Can you hear me?", said Mrs. Oliver, knocking and jiggling the black doorknob.
"Everything's fine, Ma.", said George.
"Unlock this door this minute, young man.", ordered Mrs. Oliver.
George grabbed a math book and put it on top of Jeff's pants to hide the ejaculation. Jeff sat up and immediately pretended to read it.
George unlocked the door.
"What is the meaning of this behavior, young man?", asked Mrs. Oliver, hands on hips.
"Sorry, Ma, I left the key in the door, and it must have locked accidentally.", said George. "The lock is getting old, you know."
"What was that sound from... Mittens! Darling, you're safe!" Mittens ran to Mrs. Oliver. She lifted the cat up to pet him.
"Well, George?", asked Mrs. Oliver.
"Ah," began George. "Jeff was sitting on the bed, and I tossed him my math book because I needed help with a problem. Mittens jumped away just in time. I guess I need to work on my throwing.", he said sheepishly.
"We do NOT throw textbooks in this house, George Oliver.", said his Mother. "Well, I guess there's no harm done. Will you be staying to help George with his homework tonight, Jeff?"
"I believe so, Mrs. Oliver.", Jeff said, grinning over to George.
"Fine," said Mrs. Oliver. "I'll call your-- Sorry, Jeff." She was going to say she would call Jeff's mother. She had died four years ago, from a poisonous insect bite as the Steele family explored the Congo atop their Atomic Robot Elephant.
"That's all right, Mrs. Oliver." Jeff said, lifting the math book up slightly so it wouldn't get stained. "Our maid Bessie will take the call." He smiled to relieve Mrs. Oliver's awkward discomfort.
"Fine. You two boys have a good time.", she said. She walked down the hall and down to the living room. George and Jeff heard the Texaco Star Playhouse begin on channel 8. Mrs. Oliver was quite proud to own a 9 inch Westinghouse television set. She kept its blonde wood cabinet oiled and polished. It complemented the baby blue plush carpeting and gold upholstered furniture.
The door remained open as George straddled Jeff on the bed. They pushed the boring math book to the side and shared a warm, moist kiss of joy. George quickly became "hard" again after the tense encounter with his suspicious Mom.
"I think," George said between kisses, "Our -- experiment -- was a -- success."
George got up and closed the door again. Jeff watched as George unlatched his belt. He unbuttoned and zipped down his dungarees. Jeff didn't feel weird at all as he saw George slip his pants and red-striped boxer shorts down his narrow waist. George's penis and scrotum were out in the open. George grabbed his own penis and began squeezing and moving his hand back and forth.
"See how I do it?", he asked Jeff.
Jeff watched in fascination.
"Now you try."
Jeff stood behind George and held George's long, hard penis. It felt hot! Jeff naturally imitated George's moves, and could tell George enjoyed the feeling. Jeff kissed George's ear and inhaled the delicate floral scent of his soft, black, shampooed hair. He stroked and squeezed, feeling totally wonderful in this new world of joyous fun.
George fumbled for a handful of tissues from the dispenser on his nightstand. He grasped Jeff's stroking hand and held the wad of tissues in front of his penis tip. George took a deep breath and ejaculated semen. He felt a beautiful wave of intense pleasure light up his lean, young body. His pants and boxers felt good around his thighs. Jeff kept stroking and kissing.
"Oh, Jeff, that was so great!", whispered George. Jeff's hand lovingly explored George's soft, wrinkly scrotum. He felt a bit of George's slimy ejaculation on the end of his softening penis. Jeff wished he could get "hard" again so he could have another sexual orgasm.
The two lovers kissed and held one another. They helped each other clean up. George was an expert at getting rid of ejaculated semen. He dried Jeff off with more tissues, and even licked his soft penis clean. Jeff smiled as he felt George's warm tongue gently sliding all over his most private flesh. They kissed, and Jeff enjoyed the salty taste and fresh aroma of his semen on George's warm, wet lips. If this was being a homo, it was the best thing in the world. Jeff knew this was his true destiny. He and George were on the same wavelength, knowing something Cindy Butler could never understand.
All of a sudden, their intense, wet, perfect kiss was interrupted. A police car's siren and flashing lights approached. Loud footsteps were coming up the stairs!
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Chapter Five
The police officers knocked on George's bedroom door.
"Jeff Steele! There's an emergency! Come quickly!", the flatfoot said in a strong Irish lilt.
"Jeff, this is your father. Come on.", said Mr. Steele.
Jeff's slacks were still a little damp from his ejaculated semen, so he grabbed the math book to hide it. He hoped the dark night would hide it as it dried. George quickly tucked his shirt in and opened the door.
"The Reds have made their move against Steele Industries.", said Mr. Steele. "All we know is the factory line has stopped, and Chef Ernie is missing."
The Reds! This could mean that "union" talk was more than talk! Of course the Reds would target Steele Industries. It was the biggest threat to their existence. The Reds didn't want Science, Free Country Science that is, used against them. They would stop at nothing to rot America from within.
Jeff left George behind and raced down to his motorcycle. He followed the jet car and flashing black police car escort to the factory. The semen stain dried to an invisible film as the seat rumbled between Jeff's muscular legs. They screeched to a stop in front of the picket lines. The police got out of their car with their shotguns.
"What's going on here?", demanded Mr. Steele.
"We've got a uuuuuunion now, Steele.", said Dominic Ivanni. Mr. Steele was about to fire Mr. Ivani for his poor work on the factory line. With a union, Ivani could drain Mr. Steele's payroll for decades.
"Union? Union?", said Mr. Steele. Suddenly the parking lot light caught Mr. Ivanni's face from a certain angle. Mr. Steele remembered that cold night in '45, running for his life as the Reds moved in to Budapest. The face of that "liberator".
"Dominic Ivanni... Or should I say... Dmitri Ivanov? Officers! Arrest this Communist Agent immediately! Everyone else? Back to work!", ordered Mr. Steele.
The workers, realizing they'd been duped by Ivanov's seductive Red promises, let their picket signs gently fall to the concrete. As they returned to their high-paying, dignified jobs, many of them apologized to Mr. Steele. Some laughed and said, "No unions for us from now on, Mr. Steele." Mr. Steele smiled, happy to have restored order and the American Way.
Jeff stayed on the motorcycle, not wanting to risk showing his homosexual ejaculation stain, even in the dark night. Jeff knew unions meant trouble, even more trouble than homos. After the unbelievable loveliness of his first homo experience with George, he thought homos might be the most patriotic citizens in the country. After all, it was a new frontier of Liberty, and wasn't that word boldly embossed on all our Nation's coins?
Chef Ernie staggered out of the factory doorway.
"Boss, boss!", he said.
"Ernie, what happened?", asked Mr. Steele.
"It's them damn Reds.", he said. "Sorry, young Mr. Steele, but I think you're old enough to hear how serious this War is."
"Go on, Chef.", said Mr. Steele.
"Ivanni had hidden his 'union' plans behind one of the stoves. I was cleaning back there, and discovered them. It was a thick folder, half in Russian. Ivanni surprised me with a Russkie pistol and locked me in the walk-in freezer. Then I guess he made his move in the factory."
"Well, Ernie, all's well that end's well. Right, son?", said Mr. Steele.
Jeff laughed. "Now that you're out of the freezer, 'Ivanni's' headed for the cooler!"
Everyone laughed. Ivanov's collaborators, some who had inflitrated Steele Industries during WWII's labor shortage, were quickly rounded up. Production would soar now, with loyal Americans working together with pride. Mr. Steele was mad that his testimony in all their trials would take him away from scientific work.
"Damn Reds, indeed.", muttered Mr. Steele. "Well, Jeff, I guess you can go on home now. Thanks for backing us up."
"All right, Pop. See you later.", said Jeff.
Jeff drove his bike away, glad that no one had noticed his "queer" pants stain. As the rumbling motor vibrated beneath his buttocks, Jeff grew "hard" again. He closed his eyes and remembered how wonderful everything turned out with George earlier that night. He had to see him again.
The cold night air was suddenly filled with the sound of skidding tires and breaking glass!
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Chapter Six
Jeff swerved to avoid the pane of glass dropped from the delivery truck. Luckily, the driver's brakes worked, and the dog made it across the highway safe and sound. Jeff caught his breath and resumed his trip home.
He pulled in at George's house.
George answered the doorbell, and warmly smiled to Jeff. Mrs. Oliver stood spellbound as Jeff related the story of the Kremlin's Red tentacles reaching into the haven of Apple Valley USA. Suddenly, everyone knew how serious the international situation was. Once again, Chef Ernie had helped his Nation, his Civilization, his World in his own unique, stumbling way.
"Mrs. Oliver, I know it's short notice, but can George have a sleepover at my house tonight? I'll be sure he gets to school on time tomorrow.", asked Jeff.
"Well, seeing as how you're such a hero, it's fine with me.", replied Mrs. Oliver.
George went to get on the back of Jeff's bike.
"Wait a minute.", said Jeff. "The box."
"Oh yeah! You've got to see those magazines!", whispered George.
George quickly opened the garage door, got the tackle box, and closed the door. He held it with one hand and held onto Jeff with the other as they got on the bike and took off.
The ride was beautiful. George couldn't resist kissing Jeff and nibbling his pink ears. Jeff stayed "hard" the whole way. The white lines sped beneath them on the black roads. Soon enough, Jeff passed through the gates of the Steele Estate.
After explaining to Bessie about the sleepover, Jeff led George to his rooms. In addition to his grand bedroom, Jeff had his own library, lab, full bathroom, dressing room, and game room. But the only game on Jeff's mind was having another sexual orgasm. Homo style!
Since Mr. Steele usually spent his nights working on Science, Jeff and George had complete privacy. Bessie's quarters were in another wing, so she couldn't hear their sounds. The boys quickly stripped naked, revealing their firm, sleek forms to delighted eyes. Both totally "hard", they embraced, penis touching penis, their hands greedily exploring the supple flesh of their hot bodies.
Jeff loved kissing so much. George, you could say, was "turned on" by Jeff's enthusiasm for doing homo things. George's delicate, thin hands caressed Jeff's flawless derriere, so bright pink in the well lit bedroom of red and gold tapestries. Jeff slowly hug-danced George across the velvety maroon carpet to the gilded four-poster bed. Jeff laid George down on the plush velvet covers, and George enjoyed seeing the red canopy and gold "S" medallion centered above. Jeff straddled George, letting George's erect penis brush against his bottom. George looked so beautiful, naked but for his glasses.
It felt completely natural for the teens to be together this way. They knew it was the most special adventure they could possibly have. Jeff straightened out and lied on top of George's wonderfully slender body. George hugged Jeff's back tightly, and they began to roll around and kiss. They made sounds of kissing, caressing, and coming up for air. There was no doubt about it, Jeff and George were complete homos now.
After kissing and hugging for five minutes, their penises were very hard. Jeff felt an incredible need to release the same sexually orgasmic pleasure he had known the first time he ejaculated semen. Instinctively, the lovers discovered the "69" postion. Jeff laid on his back with George's penis above his face. George kissed Jeff's long, hard, red penis and felt Jeff's warm thighs gently close on his ears. Jeff reached his hand up to hold George's stiff penis still. He opened his mouth and wrapped his soft red lips around the bulging head, or glans as it is technically known.
George immediately returned the favor, and Jeff delighted in the wondrous warmth of George's soft lips on his penis. With no shame or hesitation, Jeff began darting his sensitive tongue all over George's penis tip. The taste was heavenly. George took Jeff's penis deeper and deeper into his mouth, pressing his tongue forcefully down on the top of Jeff's penile shaft. Jeff felt the tip of his penis touch the soft uvula at the back of George's throat. Jeff pushed in, his hips involuntarily getting into a bucking motion similar to traditional man/woman intercourse.
George backed off, content to suck on Jeff's hard penis without needing to gag. He sucked as hard as he could, driving Jeff wild with satisfaction. Jeff reached up and massaged George's testes, and even pressed into the bulge of skin between the scrotal base and anal opening. George and Jeff shared the wonderful erotic connection only two homos can understand. Learning, together, the delightful art of Lovemaking. Knowing exactly, exactly how to excite and please the other, totally free from the impossibly confusing, demanding pressures created by women.
The two teens blissfully mouth-fucked. A double blow-job. Hot 69. Jeff tightly clenched his fingers into George's perfect ass cheeks. George sucked, licked, and twirled his mouth up and down Jeff's red hot penis. A calm buzz started growing inside the center of George's ass. >From deep, deep inside, he exploded in an unstoppable fireball of orgasmic sexuality. George felt his entire body heat up and tingle from head to toe. Jeff sucked, closing his eyes, loving the taste of George hot, fresh, smoooooth ejaculated semen.
As George finished coming, Jeff felt his orgasm begin. The forbidden thrill of sucking every last drop of come from George's hot cock drove his soul wild. In a frenzy of white light, Jeff's body shook as wave after wave of exquisite, strong pleasure spread through his every cell. George couldn't swallow all of Jeff's come, and a few teaspoons dripped out from his lips. Drained and weak, George made one last desperate kiss on Jeff's semen-covered head. He rolled over on his side to catch his breath. Jeff's come dripped from the corner of George's red lips.
The boys recovered, and began licking their flaccid genitalia clean. It felt so good for them to simultaneously lick their scrotums with their warm, firm tongues. George sucked the last of Jeff's come away, and Jeff loved feeling his urethra press together from the vacuum. George, still drained, managed to turn around and lie next to Jeff. Trembling, he kissed his true love on the lips. They opened their mouths and discovered, on their own, what the world calls "French" kissing. They let their tongues taste and explore the mouth, teeth, and tongue of the other. The sensory overload amplified their loving connection. Jeff, a true homo, loved George. George, even more of a homo, if that was possible, could not get enough of loving Jeff.
Licked clean, they nestled together in the warm bed. The velvet cover, trimmed with gold fringe, caressed their skin from above. The pink silk sheets beneath made George delirious. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
Suddenly, Jeff awoke to a sound in the room! George was gone!
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Chapter Seven
"Hey Jeff, look what I found.", said George, standing naked next to the table with the queer tackle box.
Jeff rubbed his eyes in the morning light.
"What is it, darling?"
"There was a hidden shelf in the bottom of the box. I opened it, and..."
George lifted two pink "dildoes" from the box. They were realistic rubber penises, molded in perfect detail.
"Wait a minute, what's this?", George said.
"Carson's Men's Therapeutic Gel", he read from the label. "For internal lubrication. Sounds like some kind of medicine."
"Come back to bed, my love.", said Jeff. His heart was utterly swept up in loving Romance.
They had an hour before breakfast time. George brought over the dildoes, lube, and "Getaways" magazine. Jeff examined the dildoes. They were beautiful, and the rubber was just the right softness. George and Jeff sat up in bed to read "Getaways".
The magazine told of certain cities, vacation resorts, and colleges where being "queer" was accepted. There was a whole subculture out there, dedicated to men loving men. The glossy, professionally printed magazine had page after page of erotic stories and gorgeous black and white nudes. There were even editorials and letters from around the country. They found out what Carson's Gel was for--anal sex. That sounded intense! There were fifteen pages of classified ads in the back, from men, (some married!) seeking discrete Lovers. The entire magazine was so frank and sophisticated. Who knew homos could be this classy?
Jeff and George kissed, then brought the dildoes and gel with them to the huge bathroom. Still naked from last night, they stepped into the spacious marble shower. Jeff turned on the brass shower head, and began washing George with a bar of imported French soap. They soaped up and rinsed the dildoes too. With the water still running, George squeezed out some gel onto his rubber cock. He spread it around, fully coating it with the slippery substance.
Jeff turned the water pressure down, then got on his hands and knees. George squatted down.
"Ready for another experiment, Jeff?", George asked.
"Anything for science.", answered Jeff.
George put his hand on Jeff's lovely left buttock. Jeff relaxed and let George stare at his slowly opening anus. George gently, gently pressed the slippery dildo's tip against Jeff's anal ring. Jeff felt good, and opened himself wider. George pushed it in effortlessly. The lube gel really was the best. Jeff blinked his eyes at how strange it felt to have the dildo entering his body.
George kept pushing the curved dildo up into Jeff's ass. Jeff squeezed his buns together. Both of their penises were "hard" again, of course.
Jeff said "Mmmmmm", so George pushed it all the way in.
The rounded pink end of the dildo disappeared inside Jeff's anus. Jeff loved the feeling of being completely filled like that. The pressure was strong as Jeff squeezed his rectal muscles around the rubber penis. Then, natural as could be, he squeezed the dildo out.
George was a bit shocked as the smooth, bright pink rubber dick emerged and flew out and down to the shower floor. The brown, spicy odor of Jeff's ass made an interesting impression on George. They knew this was a milestone. If they could handle the "gross" aspects of anal sexuality, the doors to even more bliss would be wide open.
George rinsed off the still slippery dildo in the trickling water, then pressed it back into Jeff. Jeff arched his back and curled his toes. George dildo-fucked Jeff's wonderfully lovely asshole. The dildo's veins and contours rubbed and slid against Jeff's sensitive prostate gland. Within eight thrusts, Jeff achieved yet another hot, steamy, satisfying, deep body sexual orgasm. His semen ejaculated five feet across the shower even though his own real penis had never been touched.
"Oooohhhh", moaned Jeff, collapsing to his elbows, quickly shitting out the rubber dildo. His ass was there, lubed up, loose, and presented to George. George the homosexual, turned on beyond belief.
"Can I fuck you, Jeff? Please?", he asked.
"Go for it, man.", answered Jeff.
His penis aching, George positioned himself. With bold confidence, George slipped his long penis slowly inside Jeff's body. George was in ecstasy, feeling Jeff's warm, velvety ass softly squeezing his penis all around. George knew he had to get to school soon, so he quickly, wildly fucked in and out of Jeff's slippery ass. Oh, his orgasmic release was intense. Breathing heavily, he ejaculated hot semen right into Jeff. Jeff loved feeling George's hot cock moving and spraying inside. Oh God, how he LOVED being a homo! Queer as could be, finding the ultimate love with George, of all people.
The bathers relaxed and uncoupled, then washed themselves clean. They dried off with one soft pastel green towel. They stood clean and naked together before the huge mirror above the vanity, smiling at how wonderful their Love was. They never wanted to put on clothes again. They couldn't bear to part.
Suddenly, as George reached down to massage Jeff's penis, the chapter ended!
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Chapter Eight
Two weeks had passed. George was "sleeping over" at Jeff's again. They had made love in every possible way, fully enjoying the pure bliss of male homosexuality. They knew they were in love. They had each read every word in the homo book and magazines. They had exploded with passionate fire while doing "69" plus the dildoes last night. Their love was True and complete.
The only problem was Jeff's scientific work. With his mind and body focused on George, Jeff found science boring. He was confident the Reds couldn't last another year against the Free World's united efforts. Having tasted the fruit of Love, Jeff knew it was the most wonderful experience life had to offer. He was so proud to be an American homo.
The naked lover boys kissed tenderly in the warm bed.
"I wonder what the future holds.", said Jeff.
"Mmmmm, the present is the best, my love.", replied George. Jeff liked it when George wore his glasses when he was naked.
"No, I'm serious. How can we stay together if we have to keep reporting to my father and your mother? Maybe..."
"Yes?"
"Maybe, we should move to San Francisco. I'm sure I can think of something to tell Dad. There have to be some good colleges out there. And we can have complete queer freedom... Wouldn't that be swell?"
"I don't know much about San Francisco.", said George.
"Well, 'Getaways' magazine says it's a real friendly town. For homos, that is."
"As long as we're together, I don't care where 'where' is.", said George softly.
"I love you, George. I'm so glad you kissed me that first day."
"I'm so glad you were open minded enough to try it.", said George.
"What do you say, Homos forever?", asked Jeff, smiling.
"Homos forever... My darling love...", answered George.
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THE END