January 11, 1975

 

Jake walked into his bedroom to get his t-shirt off the bed. Now that the sun had set and night had fallen, the temperature was dropping. It was mid summer and though it was not cold, he still wanted to put on his t-shirt. He did not bother to turn on the light as he crossed the room toward his bed. The curtains were still pulled back and his window was still opened wide and he glanced out and across to the opposing neighbouring window. In that exact moment, the light next-door flicked on almost instantly. Jake took a step back so that he was out of sight but continued to peer around the curtains, as he looked across.

 

Dan walked into his bedroom. He was dripping wet and was holding a white bath towel around his sleekly designed, athletic body. His rich, chocolate tan was set off by the bright, white towel while the reflected light against the water on his skin, only made his body more impressive. Dan pushed his bedroom door and it swung closed. He stepped directly in front of his opened window and as he looked across at the dark rectangle that was Jake’s bedroom window, he turned frontally to it and he pulled the towel free of his body. Naked, he began to wipe his shining, jet-black hair.

 

Jake’s eyes scanned Dan’s body devouringly. His stomach filled with nervous sensations, his legs began to shake and he had an erection in seconds. All that Jake could think was that Dan was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen and he wanted to hold him in his arms desperately. He could not believe that Dan was wiping himself dry in front of an open and well-lit window but he certainly did not care. He was glad the coincidence had happened and so he continued to watch Dan covertly.

 

A thought that Dan was staring directly at his window while completely naked for him to see, if anything, it was little more than a fleeting thought that crossed Jake’s mind. All he could fathom was his desperate desire for these moments to continue. They were filling him and blanking his mind to everything but his naked friend.

 

His gaze dropped to Dan’s dick. He thought it was very much like his and his balls were much the same too. Dan also had a little bush of hair like he did but Jake thought Dan’s seemed thicker because it was black. Jake thought that Dan had a nice dick and he imagined touching it and watching it get hard like his did.

 

As Dan held the towel in one hand and rubbed it against his hair, his deep, blue eyes, stared into the darkness of his best friends room. He wished that Jake would walk into his bedroom and catch him naked but instead of freaking out, Jake would walk up to the window and stare at him and smile, as he watched him while wanting to be with him.

 

Jake’s hand was now inside his shorts and he was pulling on his erection, as he imagined that he was naked too and that they were naked together and that as they embraced and rubbed against each other, Dan would kiss him and tell him that he loved him. For a moment, Jake thought all of this confirmed he was queer. Part of his mind reaffirmed it was wrong and he felt guilty, however, another part of his mind, a much larger part, did not want to believe it was wrong. He loved Dan, he loved looking at Dan and being with Dan and now, seeing Dan naked and beautiful - it just seemed so right.

 

“How could loving my friend be wrong?”

 

Dan moved his free hand across to his dick and gently took hold of it and began to stroke it. It thickened and lifted almost instantly and his strokes became firm and long and intense. He was begging within his mind for Jake to walk into his room and to see him. He needed him to know, he wished he was the same and he wanted Jake to say that he was the same, all so that he could tell Jake the truth of how he felt.

 

Jake watched, his breathing ragged and short and his heart pounding in his chest like it never had before. As his free hand caressed his shirtless chest, he felt as if his legs were about to give out from beneath him. He suddenly noticed how dry his mouth was. It was so dry his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. He pulled it away forcibly and it seemed as if it was ripping the skin away. His hand was now thrusting hard along the length of his dick and he simply could not believe how overwhelmed he was by all of these new and never experienced feelings, which were literally buzzing inside of his body.

 

At the very moment that he felt all of these random feelings and thoughts converge, as he watched Dan’s hand stroking his dick with almost equal passion, Jake felt something different. He suddenly thought he was going to piss himself and with a gasp that was immediately followed by the whispered words “Oh shit,” he stopped pulling his dick and with one step backwards, he turned on his heel and ran desperately to get to the toilet before he wet his pants.

 

With his erection so hard and upright, he sat down on the toilet, not knowing what else to do. He pushed his erection down, forcing it between his thighs. It was a little uncomfortable but at least he knew that when his stream came rushing forth, it was not going to hose the bathroom and maybe hit the ceiling. He sat there for a brief time before a confused expression covered his face.

 

Suddenly, his urge to piss was gone and his erection was well on its way to vanishing in favour of his little man. Some more time passed and he lifted his dick and looked at his knob. It was still slightly flushed but now it was back to normal except for a strange, whitish yet transparent substance that filled the eye of the hole. He pinched it between his thumb and index finger and the substance came away. He studied it closely and wondered what it was.

 

Almost immediately, Jake remembered the sex education movie from class the year before and he remembered about semen and ejaculation. He gazed at the strange, sticky substance that looked like spider web, as he stretched his thumb and finger apart. With a sudden odd curiosity, he licked it away from his fingers. His mouth moved as if he were involved in a taste test. It tasted sort of sweet but with an unusual after taste. It was not bad and in fact, in some strange way he liked it.

 

For several moments he considered what had happened. In the sex education movie, ejaculation squirted sperm. If that was what had been about to happen, why had his dick only left this tiny bit inside the slit of his dick? Was he too young or was there something wrong with his dick? Maybe there was something he was yet to learn.

 

“Dan!”

 

The thought rushed through his head like an urgent message and he jumped up and pulled up his shorts. He flushed the toilet and wondered why he had flushed when he had not actually done anything. Irrespective, he raced back to his bedroom, only to find that Dan was gone and the light was off.

 

Jake was devastated but he was also angry. He had not even needed to go to the toilet but still he had thought he did and he had rushed away only to lose a moment in time, which he suspected he would never get to have again.

 

Jake did not realise it at the time but it was to become a sight and a memory that would stay with him for a long time to come. Dan had been a vision of naked youth and male beauty and even for Jake who was only eleven and knew nothing about anything other then hidden thoughts and feelings, all of which he was deeply disturbed by; still Jake would carry that vision with him into bed each night, from that night forward.

 

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