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SUMMARY: What if you were homosexual but refused to admit it to anyone, especially yourself? The year is 1971 and fourteen year old Jimmy Barnes has discovered growing up in a small town can be boring in a way not even the solitary masturbation sessions he enjoys so much can relieve. When his best friend takes a job at the local newspaper, Jimmy finds himself on his own for the summer. What follows is a decade long saga with numerous twists and turns, a tale that’ll reveal the best and the worst of the nineteen-seventies and beyond.
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Back home in bed that evening, I realized everything depended on Jeff.
Did he still like me?
I was pretty certain he did, but did he like me enough to let me do that to him?
I couldn’t be certain, but for some reason I thought he would. Jeff was still lonely. He still didn’t seem to have a friend in the world. And he was a homo after all and that’s what homos did. I had seen it with my own eyes in that magazine Ronnie had twisted my arm to buy.
You just have to be confident, Jimmy. Help him relax and recall how much fun the two of us used to have. It’s not really that different from girls. They want to be liked and so does Jeff.
You can do this.
And then something weird happened. Another question popped into my mind.
Yeah, you can do it, Jimmy, but are you sure you want to?
It wasn’t the kind of question I was used to thinking about.
What kind of question is that? Of course I want to.
Because it’d be fun. That’s what fucking is all about; having fun
But he’s not a girl, Jimmy. He’s a guy.
So what? It’s not like I’m going to let him do it to me. I’m not a homo. What’s the big deal? It’s just a chance to get my rocks off; that’s all. You do remember how good that feels, don’t you?
And that was the end of that because now I was back to thinking about what I had planned for the next day, not the whys and wherefores and all the rest of the shit some people liked to worry about.
If it feels good, Jimmy, do it. That’s what everyone says and that’s all that matters. And how are you going to know how good it feels until you actually do it after all?
Just thinking about what I had planned caused me to spring a boner. For a moment I thought about whacking off, but then changed my mind.
Not tonight, Jimmy. Save it for tomorrow. Jeff will appreciate that.
No one ever accused me of being the most organized person in the world. If my head wasn’t screwed on, I probably would have lost it by now. But knowing what I had planned, I pulled everything I needed together the next morning.
There was the backpack, of course. That would be needed to carry everything else. Next came a blanket. I was planning a picnic that evening after all, at least kind of a picnic, and like any picnic you needed a blanket to sit on. I added a little pillow and then a towel, a washcloth and a small bottle of water in case we needed something to clean up with.
I wouldn’t be needing the rubbers I used with girls so I left those behind, but I would need the K-Y that made everything go smoother; and the joints, of course, and extra matches. Getting Jeff high was key to the plan.
Satisfied I had everything, I quickly put the backpack aside and abandoned the house. I didn’t want to be there if Jeff called and tried to tell me he wasn’t coming. He was too conscientious to let me go there by myself without telling me or showing up, one or the other. Knowing that, I wasn’t going to give him the chance to tell me he wasn’t coming.
I spent most of the day with Tommy. He had his father’s car and we spent a lot of time just driving around. Later on the two of us went to the lake and horsed around in the water like we used to do when we were kids.
I asked him about his date the previous evening and he tried to pretend he had gotten more than he did. But he couldn’t bullshit me and finally admitted the truth. The movie may have been fun, but Jill had proved to be no fun at all. A lot of girls were like that; all too happy to let you spend money on them without ever putting out.
He invited me to his house for dinner when we got back to our neighborhood, but I was getting anxious by now. Returning home, I grabbed my backpack and headed back to the lake. Making my way down the hidden trail, I turned left and followed the path that crossed the stream and then emptied into the glade where you could turn north or south.
Abandoning the path, I entered the woods across the glade and made my way to our special place. I had deliberately arrived early to make sure nothing had changed and was glad to discover nothing had. The spot was still as perfect as ever.
Jeff had taken me there back in 1971 so we could have the privacy we needed. Hidden deep in the woods about a mile south of the lake, it was a little oasis hidden away from civilization. Much of the surrounding area was thick with trees and overgrown with bushes and vines. It wasn’t easy to get to unless you knew where you were going.
How Jeff had stumbled on to the place originally was beyond me, but it was the perfect spot for what the two of us were doing back then and what I had planned for tonight.
It was shaded for one thing and always cool no matter the weather. The pines needles from the surrounding trees softened the ground and freshened the air. If you were already there, you’d have plenty of advanced notice if someone was approaching.
No one ever had during the summer of 1971; and it would be easy enough to get away if someone did. Walk fifteen feet in any direction and the surrounding woods would engulf you.
The other thing that was nice about the place was that there was a massive tree that had fallen you could sit on or lean against depending upon your preference. Jeff and I used to sit on the ground leaning against it and talk back in 1971; and if you had something else in mind like I always did, you could do it behind the tree and no one would even see what was happening.
Now, having arrived, I quickly spread the blanket behind the tree and placed my backpack where it would be easily accessible. Having done so, I sat down and waited. I was pretty certain Jeff would show up at some point. He didn’t know what I had planned, but I could tell from his behavior the previous evening he still liked me and I was counting on that.
While I waited, I remember thinking how much I liked the solitude the place provided. You could think about stuff there if you wanted without having to worry about someone interrupting your thoughts. Not that I spent a lot of time thinking. I was more into doing. That was the difference between me and Tommy, the reason why I was able to get girls to do stuff and he never was.
He thought too much.
Eventually I heard the sounds of someone approaching. I wasn’t surprised when Jeff emerged from the surrounding trees.
“Hi,” I said, looking up from where I was seated and smiling.
Jeff liked my smile. He had told me that more than once three years earlier and I wanted to put him at ease.
“Hi,” he responded. “I called your house several times today trying to reach you, Jimmy. I wasn’t planning to come here, but your mother said you were out. So then I decided to come, but not to smoke pot. I just wanted to talk again; to explain things better than I did last night.”
“Oh, yeah,” I asked. “What things?”
I already knew Jeff would need to talk before surrendering to me. He was always nervous about us doing stuff. Talking helped him work up the courage to do what he wanted to do deep down inside, but it would take a while and I was used to that by now.
“I just want you to know I really do like you, Jimmy,” he began. “I like you a lot and hope we can be friends again, but just in a different way than before. When I got home last night I thought about what we had talked about. It seemed like you were mad at me for not coming back home from college in 1971.”
“Like I told you, I kept thinking I would get back home sometime that Fall but never did. And then when I did get home just before Christmas, Tommy told me you had a girlfriend and I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”
“I figured you’d probably want to forget what happened the previous summer. That’s why I didn’t call; because I thought you might not want to be reminded about what we had done. Maybe I was wrong about that and I apologize for never getting in touch with you. I’ll understand if you’re mad at me and don’t want to be friends anymore.”
It was classic Jeff; always thinking about me, always trying to make it easier for me and blaming himself. He still didn’t understand how I had orchestrated the whole thing back in 1971, just like I had orchestrated our get together this evening.
It made me feel guilty at times; not guilty enough to back off, but guilty about the hell Jeff went through trying to protect me from himself without ever realizing he was the one who needed protecting. I didn’t want to be protected.
“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends, Jeff?” I asked. “I feel the same way about you today as I did back then. I like you. I mean, Tommy was right. I’ve had several girlfriends since 1971. But like I told him yesterday, all of the girls want to get married and have babies. I’m too young for that, Jeff.”
“And it’s not like it’s some kind of competition for me. Liking girls doesn’t mean I can’t like you too. I would like you no matter what.”
“Look,” I said, staring at him. “I know you’re nervous, Jeff. Why don’t we just relax and smoke a joint. What’s the big deal? A little buzz will calm you down and help you realize you have nothing to apologize for. Why don’t you come over here. We can sit down on the ground and relax. I even brought a blanket to keep our clothes clean.”
Smiling at him again, I sat down on the blanket and motioned for him to join me.
He stood there for a moment hesitating; trying to decide what to do next.
“Okay;” he finally responded, doing as I suggested. “I guess one joint would be okay.”
To me that was game, set and match. It was just a matter of time now. Without realizing it, Jeff had made his decision.
Lighting the joint, I handed it to him. He inhaled the thing and then passed it back. It didn’t take very long before he was high and easily persuaded to smoke still another. By the time we had finished that one he was getting a little silly. He was in a happy place and I was glad for him.
Realizing the moment was right, I placed my hand on his thigh and looked deeply into his eyes. He returned my gaze for a moment, then closed his eyes and sighed.
“You know I still like you, Jeff, don’t you?” I said, rubbing his thigh gently.
He didn’t say anything, just nodded his head in agreement.
“That’s good because I think you still like me too.”
“I do, Jimmy, but, uh . . . .”
Knowing he was ready to surrender, I leaned in and kissed him before he could finish the words,
His body went limp. Reaching over, I placed my hands on the sides of his head and kissed him again, this time more passionately.
He moaned and then his body began shaking as he realized how much he liked what I was doing.
Looking down, I could see he was already aroused. His shorts were tented up, struggling to contain something that was trying desperately to escape. Standing him up, I started to strip off his clothes.
He tried to resist, but only half-heartedly and soon enough he was naked. I just stood there staring at him. I still liked his body, smooth and defined as ever. He seemed helpless so I stripped off my own t-shirt and quickly pulled down my shorts. Unlike Jeff, I had taken the precaution of wearing a jock to conceal my bulge.
Leaning in, I kissed him again. Then I placed my hands on his shoulders and guided him down to his knees.
He had done this before so he knew what to do. He removed my jock and kissed the tip of what it had been concealing up until then. Soon enough he was hard at work doing what made both of us happy; even stopping occasionally to look up and smile at me, as if embarrassed. He needed to see he was making me happy and I did my best to smile back at him without smirking.
Like I said, he was familiar with all of this from long ago, comfortable with it, and I wasn’t in any rush. I was willing to let him do it, at least for a while. Staring down, I watched as his mouth performed its labor of love.
Jesus, Jimmy, the little cocksucker still has the magic touch.
Even though I had sweet-talked a couple of my girlfriends into doing it to me, they weren’t nearly as good as Jeff. They didn’t enjoy it as much for one thing and there was just something magical about Jeff’s tongue for another.
Soon enough I pulled out. My cock was throbbing from all the excitement and it wouldn’t have taken long before the inevitable happened if I hadn’t done that.
While I waited for it to calm down, I sweet-talked him. Told him how turned on I was just watching him do that to me; how good he was and how much I was enjoying the experience; and finally, no longer worried about shooting my load prematurely, I pressed my groin into his face to signal I was ready for more.
Placing his hands on my hips, he started rocking his head back and forth, sending his own signal to me.
He’s pretty excited, Jimmy, I said to myself. He wants you to fuck his face now.
Toward the end of the summer three years ago Jeff had taught me the bucking motion he wanted me to use the last minute or two before I exploded into his mouth. It was pretty simple actually. I just held his head in place with my hands and rocked back and forth; slowly at first, then faster, harder and as deep as I could without making him gag.
That allowed him to take his hands off my hips and start jerking off in rhythm with me. The idea was to time everything to happen simultaneously and the two of us had quickly become adept at that. Realizing how much he liked it, I started bucking. Within a minute I could see his hand start working his cock and realized it was time to stop.
Stepping back, I pulled out. He looked up at me and there was a quizzical look on his face. He hadn’t been expecting this, but I quickly helped him to his feet and started kissing him again.
“You still have the magic touch, Jeff,” I eventually said, “but I’ve learned a thing or two in the last three years and I want to give you a massage before we do it to help you feel even better.”
Retrieving the pillow from my backpack, I placed it on the blanket and motioned for him to lay down and relax.
Back in 1971 I had never done very much except just stand there while Jeff sucked me off so I think he was intrigued by the idea of being on the receiving end of some attention. He laid down on the blanket, placed his arms on the pillow and got comfortable.
Just looking down at his naked body spread out on the blanket was exciting. I couldn’t take my eyes off his butt. I wanted his ass so much, but realized he would have to be even more relaxed before I could go for it.
Kneeling down between his legs, I placed my arms on his shoulders and began kneading them. He let out a gentle sigh and I could feel his body begin to relax as I stroked it.
Starting at his shoulders, I worked my hands up and down his back several times. Then, returning to his shoulders, I worked the upper half of his body with my hands for a long time until I was sure he was completely relaxed. Only then did I allow my hands to drift down his back and closer to his butt.
“That feels so good, Jimmy,” he said at one point; “so good. You told me one time I had a magical tongue, but you have magical hands. Everything you’re doing feels good. Thank you for doing it.”
“My pleasure,” I replied. “I like making you feel good, Jeff.”
Having said it, I leaned down and kissed his shoulders.
“That feels so good,” he said. “Do it again.”
So that’s what I did. I leaned down again and kissed his shoulders; and then I began alternating what I was doing, massaging his back with my hands for a while, then leaning down and kissing different spots on his back.
As I did that, I allowed my hands and my kisses to move progressively lower to see how he would react. It was quickly apparent he was becoming more and more excited the lower I progressed. By now he was moaning and hearing him do that was a turn-on for me.
When I finally reached the base of his spine I leaned down and kissed each of his butt cheeks once very quickly. He gasped and began shaking again. He was more excited now than I has ever seen him before and I have to admit I was pretty excited as well. I was throbbing so hard it hurt.
Reaching over to my backpack, I retrieved the tube of K-Y I had strategically hidden and opened it. Absorbed in the pleasure he was experiencing, Jeff never noticed. I lubricated my cock first. Then, spreading his cheeks, I pumped a massive dab of K-Y between them and started pushing the lubricant all the way down as far as I could.
“What are you doing, Jimmy?” he asked, using his arms to lift himself up from the pillow but not trying to roll over to prevent me from doing it anymore.
I was pretty certain by his reaction he knew exactly what I was doing and why and was only asking to buy time to figure out whether he wanted to let me do what I had planned. If he didn’t, I wasn’t going to force him. It was going to be his decision to make. All I could do was make it easier for him.
“I want to make you feel good, Jeff. That’s what I’ve been trying to do for a while now; to make you feel good, to show you some good lovin’ like the song says. Everyone needs to be loved, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess; but um . . . I’ve . . . I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.
That surprised but didn’t deter me. I was used to be being the first. If anything, knowing I’d be the first excited me even more.
“That’ll make it even more special, don’t you think?” I replied. “You like me, Jeff, and now I want to show you just how much I like you too.”
I didn’t know if those were the right words, but I guess they were good enough because he lowered his arms, crossed them on the pillow, and relaxed.
“Like I said, I’ve never done this before, Jimmy,” he responded; “not with anyone. I’ve wanted to do it and I’ll try, but you may have to stop if it hurts too much. Promise me you’ll stop if I ask.”
By then I would have promised whatever he asked.
“I won’t hurt you, Jeff,” I responded. “All I want to do is make you feel good. I’ll stop if you ask, but just try to relax.”
Using my fingers, I probed inside the opening gently. He was tight, no doubt about it, as tight as a girl, but I wasn’t in any rush and just continued probing; first with one finger for a while, then later with two although it wasn’t that easy getting the second one in.
Realizing nothing I was doing was bothering him, at least not enough to complain about, I pressed forward gently; allowing my cock to slip between his cheeks in search of the hole it was desperate by now to penetrate.
For a moment I could feel it opening to me, but then it started resisting. I thought about pushing forward as hard as I could, but decided that’d be a mistake. I had done that once with a girl and she had screamed bloody murder, spoiling the whole thing. I didn’t want that to happen now so I just kept playing with the opening; pressing forward, pulling back.
Come on, Jeff. Let me in. You know you want it. Stop being a girl about it and let me in.
By now it was driving me crazy. But suddenly the hole opened and let me inside, then clamped down, locking the two of us together.
“Oh, god; oh, god, Jimmy,” he moaned, taking the very words out my mouth as the pleasure had been quite intense for me.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, uncertain.
“No,” he quickly replied, whimpering. “It just felt so good.”
“Tell me about it, Jeff,” I said, relieved. “That was awesome, totally awesome.”
He was ready to surrender to me now so I pushed forward, gently but also quickly. I wanted to bury myself inside him as deep as I could so there would be no going back. He was moaning continuously now and that was a turn-on for me. Soon enough I was all the way in and couldn’t push any deeper.
Unbelievable, I recall thinking. He’s actually going to let me do this to him.
He’s going to let me fuck him just like a girl.
“Relax, Jeff,” I whispered into his ear. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
“I love you, Jimmy,” he said, startling me.
I hadn’t expected him to say that and hearing the words made me feel guilty, but I also realized he needed to hear the magical words just like the girls whose pussies I had fucked.
“I love you too,” I said.
It was part of the ritual and I didn’t see any harm with saying it because right at that moment I did love Jeff for letting me do this to him. Kind of; I mean, he was a guy after all and guys don’t love guys, at least not if they’re regular guys, but I liked him and to me that was good enough.
From my previous experience with girls, I already knew exactly the rhythm I was looking for; the one that would keep me aroused and engaged while allowing me to prolong the experience for both of us as well. I began thrusting back and forth; slowly, gently.
Soon enough it was apparent just how much he was enjoying it. He was moaning continuously now, occasionally whimpering; and it wasn’t very long before he was begging me to push it in deeper, harder and faster.
Knowing how intense the pleasure was for me, I wondered whether he was experiencing something similar. Soon enough I had my answer.
“Do it, Jimmy. Fuck me. Give it to me.”
I was surprised he had used the word fuck; that he hadn’t tried to make what I was doing to him more romantic like girls usually did. He knew what was happening and he was being honest about it and I liked that so I responded to his honesty with honesty myself.
“You like it, don’t you, Jeff,” I whispered into his ear. “You like being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” he whimpered. “Oh, god, harder, Jimmy, harder; fuck me harder. Fuck me just like those girlfriends of yours.”
Whoa, I recall thinking. You’re are so hot, Jeff; so freaking hot.
Realizing he was open to that kind of talk, I started whispering back to him.
“I will, Jeff,” I responded. “I can give this tight little pussy of yours everything they got and more.”
It was the truth. Not wearing a rubber was making the whole thing much more intense and pleasurable for me and I was going to be able to give him something the girls had never gotten from me. It made the whole thing more exciting; much more exciting.
From there the words we exchanged became progressively dirtier. I would have never talked to a girl that way because it would have been a turn off for her. But it was different with Jeff. Both of us had been aroused from the moment I penetrated him, but now the words were intensifying the experience; making it better for both of us.
At some point Jeff pushed himself up from the blanket onto his hands and knees even as I remained planted firmly inside him.
“This is a better position for me, Jimmy,” he said. “It doesn’t feel like you’re pounding me into the ground.”
I was fine with that. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, but I definitely wanted to finish the deed.
“Do it, Jimmy,” he whispered. “I want this so much; so much. I want you to fuck me.”
By now it had become more intense than anything I had ever experienced with a girl; a lot more intense. I was totally into it, especially knowing what was to come. Even as I intensified my effort in response to his words, I could feel myself breathing deeper, my thrusts reaching a crescendo.
“I’m there, Jeff,” I whispered. “I’m going to cum in your ass.”
“Oh, god, yes, Jimmy, yes; do it,” he pleaded, pushing his butt back as hard as he could.
And then, suddenly, I exploded. It was powerful, intense and real; more real than anything I had ever experienced before in my life. I could feel myself spasm inside him, then spasm again and again for what seemed like forever; one wave of pleasure overpowering another until there was nothing left to give and I was totally drained.
Jesus, Jimmy; you just fucked a guy. Do you believe that? That a guy would let you fuck him like that?
Yeah; and he liked it, too.
Jeff liked it!
Then I collapsed on to Jeff, pressing him down to the blanket. The two of us just rested there like that for a long time, locked together, trying to catch our breath even as it seemed like both of our hearts were about to explode.
Finally, having calmed down enough, I started to pull out. Jeff pushed back, then lifted himself to his knees again before letting me pull out completely. That produced one final surprise because the moment I did I could see my cum bubbling to the surface and then starting to drip out of his ass.
“Oh, no,” he groaned, embarrassed.
Awesome, I said, forcing myself not to giggle.
That is so freaking awesome!
There was no doubt about it. It was a turn-on; a big one. Visual proof I had done it; that I had actually fucked a guy.