Mail StormWarning05@hotmail.com for comments. Other stories by Steele include - Not a Joke (In the Gay Young Friends Archive) - Adrian (In the Gay Young Friends Archive)
And so commences the story titled... Looking For A Friend ------------------------------------
My name is Alexander Storm. I'm 15, almost 16. I'll be 16 in three months, actually. I live in Proximity Heights. I go to ninth grade at Sohcahtoa High School. I wasn't considered very athletic before ninth grade, when I started to get in the swing of things. I played summer ball, ball camp, tennis camp, fall soccer, indoor soccer, spring ball. I actually got pecs, my nipple muscles firmed. As a matter of fact, that's where my story comes from, spring baseball of ninth grade.
I tried out and made the team. There were about three second basemen on the team, including me. However, the shortstop basically sucked, so one went over to short. One couldn't hit well. He just missed losing out on the team, but a pitcher had such a bad attitude, he was cut from the team. Me, with good defense, got in, as I showed off how I could hit. If you watch real baseball, compare my hitting with Ichiro Suzuki, only over .400 average.
Our team had a catcher, he was blocky. His name was Mike. Our first baseman was Drew. Our shortstop was Tom, our thirdbaseman was Chuck. Our left fielder was Steve, our centerfielder was Adrian, and our rightfielder was John VanDolson.
I'm not gonna come right out and tell you what the story is about. Let's just start at the beginning.
I'm deaf, so it's a little hard to make friends. While I have friends, I don't have close enough friends to invite over to play. You know, I was your typical outsider trying to nudge in.
Well, in the ninth grade, I tried to be more outgoing, and I definitely made more friends. I still couldn't get into that inner circle, though. It consisted of Josh Rakker, who I'm pretty good friends with, Chris Carlile, my former best friend (the only drawback of being in that circle), and John VanDolson. You see, in every year, I pick someone to become good friends with. In sixth grade, it was Kirk Lawood, in seventh, it was Ryan Dena, eighth was Gabrielle Verronkana. This year, I picked John VanDolson. He had always been pretty nice to me. Now, I'm not saying I'm gay, but I liked how his face crinkled up when he smiled. When he smiled, the whole world smiled. And he was so confident of himself, he would put girls in headlocks and not let them go.
It was your standard whatsup and side comments. I didn't like that. I vowed to make it even more bigger. One game, I decided to. Well, see, I'm a HUGE fan of the Houston Astros, I mean, they are just awesome, and Enron Field is just unbelievable. Wow. Anyways...I asked my dad to get three tickets. Me and him, and I aimed to invite John VanDolson. I couldn't find the right time, though. But it was different that May day, it was really hot. A hard hit ball was driven over my head. I ran like hell, jumped, and caught the ball. I came crashing down at John's feet, who charged in. I said ow, because my arm just smashed into the ground. John helped me up, and we trotted in, because that was the third out. He stayed beside me that inning. As we were watching ourselves bat, I commented,
"You know, I'm goin to the Astros game saturday against the Dodgers"
"Whoa, man, that's awesome."
"Yeah, and I've an extra ticket, wanna go?"
"Dude, that's awesome. Lemme ask my mom."
The rest of the day went pretty nicely.
NEXT DAY....(Thursday)
So, John can go. It's Saturday night, so we planned for John to sleep over my house. Which was cool. I thought I could make him my friend...ya know.
Well, here's the "unique" thing about me. It's pretty simple. I have gay feelings. I don't think I'm gay. I mean, I don't want to be screwed, or blow someone. I want to screw, and get blowed, which a girl could do both, but I'd have to do it back to a boy, and I'm a little leery of that. No big deal, right? Err, wrong. Second problem -- I like chests and seeing dicks. Yeah. That's a problem alright. Lately, I haven't felt that urge to see a dick, but there's three people whose dicks I want to see, one hot eighth grade and one hot seventh grader. And yeah, John VanDolson. But with John, I want to be his friend. With the other two, I just wanna see 'em, and their chests too. With John, just his dick. "Why not his chest?", you ask. Simple. Already seen it. You're forgetting we are a baseball team, we change together. So yeah, I've seen his chest. Firm nipple muscles, the like. He has more hair running down his belly button than me, though. Just to go on record, I wanted John more than a sex partner, even though I did have these attractions.
SATURDAY NIGHT
The Astros won, 7-3. Awesome game, dude. So anyways, we got home 'round 9 at night, and so we headed to bed. What I wear are PJ bottoms and top, and John wears just boxers, which enabled me to get a pretty good look at his chest, and that formidable lump in his boxers. I was DEFINITELY getting hard. So, we toned down the lights, then we just started to talk. After a while, for some reason, I saw the lump in the boxers getting bigger. He ignored it, though. I was wondering how I could make it so I could see his dick without giving him the impression I was gay. He soon solved THAT problem, though. Here's what happened.
"Hey Alex, I'm getting damn horny. Mind if I whack it?"
Yes. That REALLY happened. And yes, of course I said sure. So he slid his boxers down, and just started masturbating. His cock is about five and a half inches. It's circumcised, but it doesn't stand straight, it's kind of hanging, but not really. He has plenty of hair, of course, more than mine. He had a pretty good rhythm going, and I could swear he was doing it so I could see his dick. I couldn't just come out and say it, though! How do I know? He was looking at me, eyes twinkling. I looked back at him. He lifted his head, and then asked me if I was horny. I said yeah, so he said to whack it, so...I did. And you know something? That's as far as we went. No blow jobs, no sex. Oh sure, we touched it, and jacked each other off, but that's it, nothing else. And you know the best thing? He has the same feelings as I. But to avoid this being some sort of friendship only for "sex", I asked him if he really wanted to be my friend. Turns out he was just shy! Imagine that, John VanDolson being shy.
Well, I found a great friend...and also some way to allay my erotic feelings from time to time, heh...