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Eddie (m/m)
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Eddie (m/m)
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"Eddie, Chapter One / A Vicarious Experience"
by Young Gun of Charleston, SC.
Revised by Doppelganger & Young Gun, 3/28/94.
Originally written on 10/28/90.
"Changes fill my time
Baby that's alright with me.
In the midst I think of you
and how it used to be."
- Led Zeppelin.
Chapter 1:
It is five years now since Eddie died, but I remember him
well. I am still in love. His image is emblazoned upon my
memory forever or until I die, depending upon the outcome of the
Final Mystery.
Eddie and I created a very special relationship, something
that does not happen often between people; a rare florescence.
This first chapter is a happy story, full of eroticism and
sensuality, concerning the first time we ever met, which is a
moment that lovers commonly gaze back on in curiosity, wondering
what caused them to find each other.
To my Reader: We are both acting simultaneously, only on
different chronological times. As you read my words, I am
writing them. I am completely comfortable. I have a large glass
of mint julep by my computer and a bowl of green olives on the
armrest of my chair. As I type my recollections, why don't you,
Reader, get comfortable at the same time? Stop at the end of
this very paragraph and fix yourself a drink. Take the medium of
this story (book, computer print-out, or diskette) to a private
place where you can feel free to do whatever you want. Because
this is not meant to be read while under the restricting stare of
the public.
This story is about the day when I cut school and met Eddie
for the first time.
I watched as the school bus closed its door with a noisy whine
and pulled off down the street to the next stop. I stepped out
from my hiding place behind an oak tree. (The bus driver was
known to report on truant kids that she saw about the
neighborhood.) I walked towards the park, a safe haven where I
could wait until 9:00am when my parents should both be at work.
Then I could watch X-rated movies, beat off, drink beer, eat
pizza, and engage in other redeeming activities.
I was a muscular 17 and had short brown hair and icy blue
eyes. I was 6' tall and had smooth white skin. I was wearing a
black shirt, jeans, and white jogging shoes. My attitude towards
sex was Futuristic: I felt attracted to individuals from both
genders and didn't limit myself to either males or females.
I strolled towards the hut in the park, where I planned to
climb up and privately meditate in half-lotus position for an
hour. As I approached, I noticed movement in the second story of
the hut. I heard a nervous cough. Whoever it was up there had
seen me before I had seen them. I called out a greeting but they
didn't respond. I walked into first floor of the hut and peered
through the cracks in the floor to the second level. There was
one guy up there and I assumed that he must be kinda small,
judging by the size of his shoes. Again I said "Hello?" and then
climbed up the ladder.
He was a very cute, dark haired boy with a naturally tan,
Mediterranean complexion, a few years younger than I, wearing
jeans and a white teeshirt. Though he seemed to recognize me, I
didn't quite know who he was. He appeared a bit anxious and
wouldn't look at me directly for more than brief moments. "Hi!"
I said. He mumbled "Hi" back. I said, "I'm Karl. What's your
name?" and he replied, "Eddie."
I made small talk, explaining that I was cutting school and
had to wait in the park until my parents left for work.
Gradually he felt more at ease and would look into my eyes for
longer intervals as I spoke. After a few minutes of my doing
most of the talking and his nodding to what I said, I asked him
if he was cutting school. He shook his head: "I got suspended
for 3 fucking days just for getting caught smoking a cigarette."
I chuckled. He went on to fill in the details, flashing his
fifty-dollar smile at certain moments and waving his hands around
as he described people and things that happened. After his
initial shyness, I was surprised at how quickly he opened up and
spoke freely.
The hour of waiting I had anticipated turned into an hour of
lively conversation with Eddie, and time flew by. I learned that
he was 14 and went to my school. He had seen me before in
passing and had thought that I must be really popular because I
was always surrounded by friends. I smiled and said, "Well, I
bet you're popular, too!" He smiled, but shook his head. "Nah.
I don't know anybody at school. And plus, I get..." he
hesitated. "...never mind." I said, "No, tell me." He looked
at me and said, "Well, it's like this, Karl. I'm not as strong
as you are. I get picked on...in gym class. There's this guy
that's always hitting me." He turned his eyes down, seeming
ashamed. I said, "Well, that's nothing. I got picked on when I
was your age, too, but I started working out and studied a little
karate on my own. After a year or so, nobody bothered me
anymore."
He looked hopeful. "Really? Well, I dunno. That might help
for later, but right now...well, you know, it'd take a while to
get in shape and all."
I quickly considered an idea, then said: "Eddie, why don't you
work out with me? We could get together after school and
exercise. It would be great to have a work-out buddy."
I could tell he liked that idea. His enthusiasm was more than
I had expected--which I found both pleasant and revealing. He
beamed, "Yeah, that'd be real great! I'm glad you thought of
that! I could come over to your house every day after school and
work out with you. I'd really love to get to know you. I've
always liked you..." He caught the knowing look on my face. "I
mean... uh, you know..." he stammered with an uncertain smile. I
grinned like a fox. He cast his eyes down and blushed. I didn't
want him to feel that way--ashamed, or anything like that. It
hurt me, but I also found it provocative to see him fumbling for
his words. "I just mean," he said, "it'd be fun to work out and
all... hey, what are you smiling about? I hope you don't
think... hey, don't laugh at me..."
My smile vanished and I looked into his eyes. Slowly, step by
step, I walked towards him. His eyes were fearful and searching,
but then he found his confidence, and his eyes grew calm and
locked onto mine. His mouth opened slightly, and he breathed
deeply. I stopped two feet away from him. I said, "You know
what? I think you're cute." He said nothing for a moment,
swallowed, and then turned his eyes down, smiling from ear to
ear. Finally he looked back up at me and said, "I think you're
cute, too!"
I moved to him and put my arm around his waist. He blinked.
Then he dove into my arms and hugged me tightly. I was almost
crushed but I loved it. He laid his head upon my chest and said,
"I've seen you around school and I've always wanted to
talk to you and get to know you...I dreamed of meeting you like
this..." I patted his back and rocked him gently back and forth.
His face was warm on my chest, his arms tight around my back, and
I felt his warm breath on my bare arm.
We stayed embraced like that for a golden moment which we were
both aware that we would never forget as long as we lived. Then
he moved his hands down to rest on my hips. I laid my hands on
his shoulders and said, "Wanna come over to my house? My parents
are gone by now." "Sure!" he said with enthusiasm.
We climbed down. We both smiled and exchanged meaningful
looks as we walked to my house. I walked faster than he did and
noticed that he was trying to keep up with me. I stopped and
said, "Wanna piggy-back ride?" He nodded and I knelt down,
letting him mount my shoulders. When I stood up he cried,
"Whoa!" holding onto my head for balance. Then he laughed and
said, "Hey! This is neat!" I carried him easily and guessed
that he weighed about 110 pounds. It was fun to feel his legs
resting on my shoulders and his warm groin at my neck. I could
feel a pressure from his groin and asked, "Hey, Eddie...are you
hard?" even though I knew. He laughed and admitted, "Yeah.
Let's hurry up and get to your house."
I ran the rest of the distance. He held on tightly, laughing
all the way. I let him down by our sliding glass door. We went
inside and found the house to be empty, as expected. He laid
down on the sofa in the living room and I fixed us both a drink
of Gatorade. "So what are we gonna do now, watch TV?" he said
as he sipped his drink. I said, "Yeah. How'd you guess?" He
raised his eyebrows, frowned slightly, downed most of his drink,
and then placed the glass on a table next to mine.
I laid down beside him and he maneuvered himself so that he
laid down in my arms. I caressed his chest and stomach, and
rolled his shirt up. He raised his arms obligingly and I pulled
off his shirt. His skin was warm to the touch. He moved his
hands to his jeans, unsnapped them and pulled them off as well,
along with his underwear. He was naked in my arms now. I
marvelled at how uninhibited he was. He was like a little tiger.
He turned around and, saying nothing, began taking my clothes
off. I assisted as needed, moving around to free my shirt, my
jeans, and then my underwear, revealing my tumescent cock. His
cock had been growing erect while he was stripping off my
clothes. By the time he had finished, he fully erect. He
took my cock in his hands, and there it gained its full size
quickly. I watched him; smooth black hair drooping over his
elvish brown eyes, slender hands rubbing my aroused member, chest
heaving with excitement. I took his cock and jerked it softly.
After a few minutes, his eyes widened and he moaned. "Listen,
Karl. There's something I'd like you to do." he said. "I'm
gonna bend over and I want you to..." "I know," I interrupted,
"and I want to do it." He knelt on his arms and knees on the
sofa and raised his cute, tight ass up to me. I patted his butt
and knelt beside him. His hole pulsated as I pushed into it,
slowly, with infinite patience. Then I stood still and let his
hole swallow my cock as he pushed his butt towards me. He
moaned, "ooohhh yes!"
His insides were very moist because of his arousal, and I
found I could slide my cock in and out very well. I rested my
hands on his hips as I pumped. When I pulled back, I felt his
anal muscles contract tightly against my cock, and when I pushed
in, my body smacked against his cheeks audibly. I pushed in all
the way once, and he moaned "Yes..." so I took the cue and from
then on I pushed as far as I could on each thrust. Soon he was
ready and he waved his head up and down, tossing his beautiful
black hair, shouting with pleasure, as he came. I quickly
withdrew and shot my cum on his backside.
This episode was merely the beginning of a great affair, and I
say "merely" because what was to follow far exceeded the
intensity of our lovemaking on this occasion. True love was to
follow later and capture us both as the days went by. We would
meet in the hallway and be late to class because we had so much
to talk about. We mapped out a schedule whereby we would work
out every other day after school and on the days in between we
would do other things, sometimes in bed, sometimes out. We
enjoyed going to movies, dining out, socializing with other
friends, and everything else that young couples do, though
naturally we had to exercise discretion, the times being the way
they were.
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