Part 7 - Study Session
(Note: While partly autobiographical, this ongoing story is a synthesis of experiences that occurred at different times. Beyond those parts which are my own experiences, it is strictly fictional. It is the story of a developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual experiences. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. My thanks to all of you who have emailed encouragement and ideas. I appreciate your input. Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)
"Mom, when I'm done cleaning up, I'm gonna go help my friend Eric study math. He's trying to get better at it before he goes to college this fall. I'm gonna do that tomorrow too."
It had been one of my days to be the breakfast guy. My dad had already left for work, and mom was about to leave. I had no specific responsibilities until evening, so my announcement of what I was going to do was not required since my plans met the agreed-upon criteria. However, I wanted to introduce Eric's name into the household, specifically in my mother's presence, and it also didn't hurt to have mom know that I was doing some socially useful things.
"Ty, don't say 'gonna'. It's uneducated. Say 'going to'. I don't remember Eric. Have I met him? Did he go to school with you?"
"No, you haven't met him. I met him while hiking this summer. He lives on the other side of the river. He graduated from high school over there, and he's working at the gas station this summer. He loves nature and the mountains. He and I have a lot in common. I'm going to go on a campout with him later this summer. You're going to like him."
The nature of our meeting was being stretched a bit, and the campout aspect was something Eric didn't know about yet, but it was time to start the public relations campaign. I hoped it was aided by my intense effort to sound "educated".
"OK, that sounds great. Your father or I will want to meet him before you go camping. Be careful riding your bicycle across the bridge. I don't want you getting run over by a logging truck."
"Sure Mom."
That was a good start to the PR campaign. The "manipulative little bastard" was at it again.
"Is Eric hot?"
That was the question I expected and got from my sister Lisa, as soon as our mother was out the door. The question arose from her strong interest in any teenage male with whom I was acquainted. Lisa and I were pretty close. Although she wasn't aware of my interest in guys, I was sure she would be OK with it when she became aware. Might as well give her an accurate description.
"He's so hot you'll wet your panties when you see him."
"Oh, Ty, you don't have to be so crude!"
"Well, you asked and I answered. He has a killer smile. You'll love his washboard abs, and he's got the cutest trail. You'll also wanna get your hand in his pants to check out his big dick."
"You're pretty observant, big brother. It seems you know a lot about his assets. One might think you were hot for him yourself."
I smiled at her. "You never know, do you? Even if I am hot for him, you know that I always make a complete asset inventory of every guy I meet, just for your benefit. Since I provide all of the studs for your stable, I know you wanna have the complete details."
"You are incorrigible! And don't say 'wanna'. It's uneducated. Say 'want to'." That was her parting comment as she walked out of the kitchen.
I called after her, "Be sure to use that 'incorrigible' word around mom so she'll know you're 'educated'."
Lisa and I had a very good rapport, and this kind of give and take was part of it. Being only a little over a year apart in age, we had pretty much gone through puberty together Our education in "the birds and the bees" had happened at the same time, and we had shared a lot of what mom had told her and dad had told me.
I finished washing the pots and pans and got the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. I tossed my shirt over the back of my chair at the table. I hated to wear a shirt for any purpose other than school or winter, but wearing one for cooking and eating was a parental requirement, so I kept one handy for that purpose.
I picked up the study materials I had printed out as well as my algebra book from the previous year. Stowing them in my backpack, I took off for Eric's place. This was going to be our third week of two-day study sessions. For the first two weeks, the math part had ended up being a review of basic principles and some work on geometry. There were also some experiments in physics, performed on his fold-down playground equipment, involving such things as the effect of lubricants in optimizing the coefficient of friction for perfect simultaneous orgasms. Additionally, we studied anatomy in some detail. Let's just say that there wasn't much of Eric's exterior that I hadn't thoroughly investigated, and vice versa. I was learning that summer vacation could be as educational as the school year in spite of the absence of official teachers. It was also more fun.
The four miles to the bridge went quickly. I always loved going across the bridge on my bicycle. The view of the tree-covered mountains on the other side was excellent, as was the view up and down the river. The bridge itself was constructed of steel in an older classical design, appealing to the eye. It was high above the water and fairly short, having been built across a narrow point in the river. Being old, it was also narrow, with only one lane in each direction and no designated lane for bicycles. The central part was made of metal grating and was a little tricky to navigate on a bicycle. I also had to keep moving to avoid creating a traffic jam, so there wasn't much time for looking.
Waiting behind two cars at the toll booth on the other side, I was happy to see that the young blonde guy was taking the tolls, the guy who had exhibited an unusual level of interest in me on a previous trip across. He was wearing a tight white muscle shirt that displayed his upper body assets well. I could have developed an interest in him too if I hadn't already had a more serious interest.
I suddenly got one of my "dangerous ideas", as Eric called them. Unbuttoning the top two buttons on my already-loose cargo shorts, I verified that my pubes and the base of my cock were now clearly visible. Pulling up to the toll booth, I leaned over and handed surfer dude my quarter, making sure that he could get a good look. Taking the quarter, he scanned me from top to bottom again. When his eyes got to the bottom, both his jaw and the quarter dropped, the latter going clear to the ground. That required me to get off my bike and pick up the quarter. Standing back up, gravity finally took over, and my cargo shorts fell to the ground, revealing all. The blonde guy was now beet red, and the two cars waiting behind me were honking their appreciation for the show.
Two months earlier, I would have been mortified by this event. However, a lot had changed in those two months, and my previously suppressed exhibitionism had taken control. Furthermore, I had been called by God to spread cum and joy throughout the world.
Pulling up my pants, I bowed in the direction of the honking cars. Handing surfer dude the quarter for the second time, I mounted my bike.
"Have a good day buddy," I said with a smile as I rode off, pants still unbuttoned.
I was still chuckling when I locked up my bike at Eric's. I ran up the stairs with my pants barely hanging onto my hips and knocked.
Eric gave me the usual hug and then noticed that my pants were about to fall off.
"Dude! You could at least wait until you get inside to drop your shorts! There's not much more than your boner and that cute bubble butt holding them up."
I told him what had happened at the toll booth, finishing with, "You know I have a commission from God to spread cum and joy throughout the world. I think I've succeeded for today."
Eric was laughing his ass off. "That must be the blonde surfer wannabe who's been hanging around town. Must be about your age. I had heard that he has a summer job at the toll booth." he said.
"Yeah, it is. Do you know him?"
"I've seen him around. He usually looks me over pretty closely too, especially if I'm wearing our standard summer uniform of cargo shorts and skin. I often see the tent pole going up in his shorts. I think he would like to get into my pants too."
"You better not let him into your pants, Bro. That's my private territory."
This was making assumptions, and was said in jest because we had no such agreement.
Eric's response made me very happy. "You're damn right, dude. Nobody gets into my pants except you, at least not without your permission." Now his eyes were twinkling a little, and I was wondering exactly what he meant by that last part, but I decided not to pursue it right then.
"And you know damn well that nobody but you has ever been in my pants," I said, and then changed the subject. "I brought some study materials. Let's get on with the activity of the day."
"Dude! I'm disappointed! You haven't even reached into my pants yet. I don't even have to reach into yours. The item of interest is already out," he observed, grabbing the item of interest.
Sure enough. Having failed to button my pants, my cock had pretty much fallen out. Actually, climbed out would be a better expression, since it was rock hard.
I reached into his pants and gave him a big kiss along with a brief bit of pleasure.
"Now, now, Bro. To quote my mother, who still doesn't fully understand the modern significance of my grandmother's old rhyme, 'First your work and then your play. That's the way to be happy and gay'. Let's get on with the studying before we spend the whole day on your fold-up playground equipment."
Feigning great disappointment, he said, "OK, boss. If you say so."
We sat opposite each other at his kitchen table, and I had him go through several pages of algebra problems of increasing difficulty. He really did quite well. I showed him a couple of things that made algebra considerably easier to do and made the results more likely to be correct. He picked up on these concepts right away. I may have been the math whiz, but he was a quick study.
"OK, Bro, now I wanna give you a couple of 'story problems'. Sometimes listening to a problem like that and converting it into an algebraic expression can be a little harder. Let's try one or two. Not only do you gotta get the answer, you gotta write it correctly as an algebraic expression."
After thinking a bit, I came up with this one. "If Eric's boner is half as long as Ty's boner, and their combined length is 21 inches, how long is Ty's boner?"
He thought a while, and correctly wrote, "x + (.5x) = 21", and then solved it.
"Well, fourteen inches. But first of all, mine is a little longer than yours, dude, and if you've got fourteen inches, I'll eat it now."
"You'd willingly eat it even if it was only three inches long since you're a sex maniac, but the point is that you can have fun with math and even create interesting fantasies. Now try this. In a week, Eric produces five times as much cum as Ty. The total amount of cum they produce is 18 ounces. How much cum does Eric produce?
After a couple of false starts, he wrote, "x/y = 5/1 and x + y = 18; x = 5y so 5y + y = 18; 6y= 18; y = 3 ounces for Ty, 18 - x = 15 ounces for Eric".
"At least you let me produce more cum, " he grumbled.
"Hey, produce your own fantasy. What's for lunch?"
"What makes you think there's anything for lunch?"
"I know you. There's beer and leftover pizza. Always."
Eric brought those two items to the table. We were still sitting opposite each other, and suddenly I saw Eric getting his wicked smile and having one of those spontaneous ideas like the ones I was becoming famous for. The feather duster that for some reason was on the counter next to Eric disappeared under the table. Having not yet buttoned my pants, my perpetual boner was still exposed, and now I felt this soft thing brushing against it.
"Uunnnhhhhh! That tickles! Do you think I need dusting?"
"Yeah, dude, your cock looked a little dusty to me. Probably some highway dirt that blew onto it during your act at the toll booth."
I leaned against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. The tingle from my cock nerve ends was spreading through my whole body. I was twitching all over, and I grabbed the table with both hands to steady myself and to keep from grabbing the duster.
"Auggghhhhhh! If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum all over myself."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Noooooooo! It feels so good!" It was like a Chinese water torture, but one that I didn't want stopped. Like the cum was just being teased out of me very slowly, slowly.....
"Uhhhhnnnggg!" It was like turning on a garden hose. The first blast smacked up under my chin. The several that followed spread over every inch below that. It was like being in a cum shower.
"Shit, Bro," I gasped. "Where do you come up with these crazy ideas?"
He grinned. "They just come to me suddenly like visions. Now I want to lick your cum off you for an appetizer."
"No, sit where you are and hand me that table knife. We're gonna have a new form of pizza sauce."
Using the knife, I scooped Ty juice off my chest and onto two slices of pizza.
"Try that, Bro," I said, handing him a slice and taking a bite of the other. After he had swallowed, I asked, "What do you think?"
"Dude! Very good! And very creative! We'll have to publish that recipe. Do you think it'll go over very well?"
"No, just like the videos, this is another thing we should keep for our own use only."
"You're probably right. Do you want a towel to clean up the rest?"
"Nope. I'm proud of it. I just proved that I set up that last algebra problem the wrong way. I have more cum than you do, and I'm gonna leave it and wear it home."
The rest of the leftover pizza went down well, as did a couple of beers.
The beer loosened my tongue enough to talk about something that was worrying me.
"Have you decided yet where you're gonna go to college?" I asked.
"No, I haven't. It's a hard decision for me for the same reasons you're asking about it. I don't want to be 200 miles away from you."
My tears were starting to escape. A lot of that was going on lately.
"I don't want you 200 miles away either, but you need to do the right thing for yourself on this one."
He was around the table immediately, pulling me up and hugging me. I was crying pretty openly now. The rest of my cum was getting spread between us. As if we needed some comic relief, my pants chose that moment to fall down to my ankles for the second time that day. This produced fits of laughter from both of us. I reached down, pulled them up, and finally buttoned them.
"We'll work it out, Bro," Eric said. "Even if I go to the university, you'll be joining me in two years."
Wiping away my tears, I said, "Yeah I know, but it would be a long two years. You need to do what you need to do for this. Your education will be better at the university."
We cleaned up the lunch mess and sat on the couch, holding hands. We were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. Then I asked him about his career plans, something we had never discussed.
"I want to be a teacher and a school counselor," he said. "I'm not sure what I want to teach. Biology would probably be good. I really like nature and the outdoors."
"I think that would be good," I replied. "I've seen your teaching and counseling skills first hand. I think you would make a super teacher."
The hand I had been holding moved to my shoulders.
"Ty, I think you are really tense today. I can feel it in your back. This talk about college has gotten you all worked up, and you need to relax."
He got up and dropped the bed down from the wall.
"Come over here and lie on your stomach. I'm going to give you a good massage."
I lay down on the bed, and he straddled me and began to work on my back. Starting at my neck and working slowly down, he thoroughly massaged every muscle . His strong hands were very skilled and comforting. It was sensual, but not sexual, and it was very relaxing. I began to wonder whether he should pursue a career in massage therapy instead of education. I was going to suggest that, but just about then I fell asleep.
Waking about an hour later, I could see him at the table with his computer, studying mathematics again. I just lay there quietly watching him for several minutes. I realized I could watch him forever and not get tired of it. It wasn't just his perfect body, it was his perfect soul that I was watching. He noticed I was awake, and smiled. I had the impression he had been watching me while I slept, and I was willing to bet he had come to the same realization that I had.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the couch with our arms around each other or holding hands getting to know each other more and more. There were a lot of details we had not shared. Yes, we were soul mates, and we knew each other's souls, but there was a lot of history to be shared too. I learned about his parents who were great people and were OK with his sexual orientation. He learned about my parents who were also great people but would not be OK with my sexual orientation. It was a day for becoming close to each other in a new way, and we made the most of it.
I told him about my conversation that morning with Lisa.
"You'll have to be careful when you meet her. Give her a chance, and she'll be all over you. She's boy crazy, and she hasn't found a specific one to focus on yet."
"Thanks for the warning," he said, smiling. "I'll just tell her I'm already taken."
I had one more thing I wanted to ask him before I left.
"I've got a birthday coming up on August 23rd. That's a Wednesday, so you should have it and the next day off. I have a request for a birthday present."
"Sweet sixteen, huh?" He was grinning. "But you've been kissed - I know it."
I grinned, "Yeah, but other than my mother, only by you."
"So, what's your birthday request?"
"I want for us to go backpacking together for two days in the wilderness area. It's my favorite place on earth."
Now it was his turn to grin. "I go there every year. It's my favorite place on earth too. You bet we can go there for your birthday. I'm sure we've both got packs and most of the equipment we need. I've got a good two-man tent. Do your parents know about this idea?"
"I told my mother about it this morning. I already told her we were going. She or my father needs to meet you, but that can even be the morning we leave."
He grinned at me. "So you didn't check with me before telling her we were going?"
I grinned right back. "Of course not. I knew you would say 'yes'."
We had a big hug and a lingering kiss at the door, and I left just in time to get home and fulfill my animal feeding obligations before my parents came home. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the surfer dude I gave the show to wasn't on duty at the toll booth. Tomorrow, we would spend a lot more time working on mathematics. It felt really good to have something that I could give back to Eric. He had given so much to me.