One Little Thing

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I look back and see the number of readers and how they vote; seems, ‘Something Different’ peaks more interest. What I can say is there is much more to cum in that series. I ended ‘The Boy with The Club Foot’ in a suicide.

After comments and emails, I will back up a paragraph and deal with two boys; one thinking the other raped him. I write for a lot of reasons but I write hoping to impact lives with real shit. RJC.

Life is really a compilation of just ‘one little thing’ happening over and over. It got us to where we are today. I remember my first one; I liked blue. I wanted a dog, not a cat. And I shared half of my PB&J sandwich with Kyle.

It’s funny when you’re a kid and the buds you have. Kyle was mine and from the time we were ten years old we shared ‘everything’ like brothers. I mean it wasn’t uncommon for his mom or mine to put us, dirty boys, in the tub together.

We met in a vacant lot between our houses and it went on from there. We dug tunnels for our Hot Wheels, made mud, buried each other in the sand. Every first was with the other.

We had peeing contests and even peed on each other; in a nonsexual way. I think it was because we were boys and didn’t understand we wanted to mark our territory. And years slowly rolled by.

It seemed like from that first day we were joined at the hip and became known as KC. That was K for him and C for me; that’s how we were greeted because we were joined at the hip. And more things passed between us.

I mean sleepovers happened for years. He showed me his first pubic hair; I’d been growing a little hair on my legs for months. But he beat me there. We never really admitted to the other the first time we got hard. We didn’t talk about that addiction of the first orgasms.

I do remember the first time we saw the other hard; one of many firsts. Well, once you get hard; what follows? By the time we were thirteen both of us had ball hair, both knew by looking at the other boys he and I; well, were on the larger size.

I’d never really thought about all that till we hit middle school and I saw other boys; I’d only ever seen K. I just assumed we were like all boys. I remember the day we stood face and got hard so he could prove once and for all he was bigger. I smiled beating him by a hair.

Like I said; we spent a lot of time together and some of that was in bed. Not in the way you think but skin touching was a non-issue because we were bros. When we started our freshman year he could grow hair overnight and we saw boys who were almost men.

I think that’s’ when we realized our junk was bigger than theirs. That’s not all. He was an inch taller than me at six foot and both of us were around two hundred. There is a hi-archery in boy’s locker rooms and we had seniors who’d look at our shit and step aside when we walked out of the showers. We were fourteen years old.

Nothing really changed between us other than the confidence we gained in the halls. We did the school dances and all that shit; flirted shamelessly with girls and kicked ass in the sports we played. It was unspoken between us that we could get most any girl.

We didn’t. Everything we could get from a girl we got from each other and we were ok with that. I don’t mean in that way, but we didn’t think about much more than jacking off.

If you wanted to get to one of us, you needed a wing-girl. By the time we turned sixteen neither of us had kissed a girl, felt boobs, and sure as hell never put a hand underpants other than our own. And that was ok.

In the summer of our sophomore year, I passed him by an inch and we were both about two-twenty-five, but other than that nothing had changed. We were still joined at the hip, slept together every weekend, and skin touching meant nothing in the beds we had shared for years.

Like the title says; One Little Thing. I mean a year ago when we measured cock to cock; that was the first time we’d ever touched each other. And it wasn’t long after we took the other in hand. I think that lasted for a year or so?

We were the others challenge, we’d sweat and pump iron, and you know what happens? We grew a little more. I got my license and a car first. Talk about liberation? Now at sixteen we could do and go where ever my car would take us. We could go camping.

I had talked my parents into a double bed but our tent was the size of my twin and we zipped our bags together. It was the first time we jacked each other off like this. It was a fuckin challenge. One little thing. It’s not like we did it at the same time, didn’t both lay back and not watch, it was a challenge.

We actually flipped a fuckin coin; this had unknown rules but would be official. He won. He was going to jack me first and I tried the best I could not to cum, but he was determined. Sure; we brought lube. Didn’t know he was going to use half of it on me. “Close your eyes, Carl.”

I realized right away he wasn’t going for a time limit. He could have got me off in ten strokes but didn’t. He put both hands together; must have taken a minute just to go down before he started back up. I felt the abundance of lube running over my balls and down my ass; I was fuckin dying. If I pushed up my butt his hands went up; ‘someone needed to teach a fuckin class’.

To say my best friend was enjoying himself; he kept telling me to close my eyes. We had one of those little Coleman, battery-powered lanterns; I don’t know how he knew? I mean, I was right there, at heaven’s door; and he’d slow, or stop altogether.

What a fucker. He was doing to me what I did to myself; fucker, was edging me. I found a zone and again he seemed to know; ‘Close your eyes, C.” He said after I have no idea how long.

He never went past my balls even though I was greasy as fuck. He did squeeze them, it stung, and I realized I kind of liked that. I grabbed his hands and said, “We’re done.” Trying to move his fuckin hands so I could cum.

“Not until I say we’re done,” And there was no moving his hands. He was serious.

All I can tell you is we left the tent and sleeping bags behind. I have no idea but it was light when I finally let him launch. What can I say? I almost blinded myself when he let me cum out of mercy.

I, showed, none of that. I had wanted to do this for so… fuckin long. We just did the jack the other off, thing. That was not this. I took over because it was a competition. There was no clear winner.

‘One little thing’. Think about a ‘One Little Thing’. We had, I mean; fuck me into tomorrow. We drove home. We spent the summer not reaching what had happened in the tent. And we started our Junior year. We only grew

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I mean; this is what I’m talking about. I am at fifteen hundred words; I haven’t even scratched the surface where I was at the start. ‘One little thing’.

There was little talking as we drove back; it was late June. What we did was new; well? But with looks, we knew. Fuckin, Kyle. What he did to me and how it was when we didn’t need the Coleman Lite. Fuck.

The new year started and nothing really changed; Well? I now had the bigger bed and that was the one of choice? We slept together; skin didn’t matter and we only used half of it. It wasn’t uncommon for us to wake up spooning, part of one of us draped over the other.

We jacked each other off in our hot tub both laughing as the bubbles stirred our shit together. I’m sure guys wanted to make some snide comment about us but that would have brought on a major ass-kicking.

It was only the girls who would say what a cute couple we were; that would get them kisses on the cheek but no further. Well. It wasn’t uncommon for us to have a girl on each arm and more grabbing of our asses than theirs.

The time after Junior and before Senior year I bought him a Flesh-Light for his birthday. He smiled and told me, “I have plans for this,” laughing.

His plan was that night I was staying at his. I smiled at him as I poured some lube in the gel thing and he was hard already. I slipped it over the tool I had become familiar with and worked it.

“You got to try this, Dude.” And he took it away from me.

He smiled at me sliding it down my throbber, so…slow. It was a new sensation, I mean, it was something new. But something was missing. As he did me I reached over taking his in my hand. It was supposed to be a fun toy.

He was off to my left working me from the side with both hands wrapped around it. I was jacking him with my hand, and he pulled that thing off me throwing the jackoff toy aside. He knew what I had cum to realize; a toy was not me and it wasn’t him.

With us, it wasn’t just cuming or stroking. We had been together for almost seven years, all of our firsts, including where we were tonight. I knew I liked feeling my hands on him without that gel between us, wanted it to be me, my touch, that made him cum the way he did.

I didn’t say anything when he laid back and let me do what we had been doing to each other for a year and a half. The first time we both realized it wasn’t the act but who the two players were. We never used it again and agreed we wouldn’t stroke without the other.

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So? At the risk of turning this into a book, you have just read the first of six chapters that will total some ten thousand words. I have not given up on, ‘The Boy with The Club Foot’.

‘Chris and Max’, has chapters ready to post along with, ‘The Bug,’ and ‘Truth be Told.’ ‘Something Different’ is a labor of love because it involves music, teens, and a brother and sister.

I have kind of allowed, ‘Taking a hard Right’ to sit on the back burner for a while; this is all distraction for me. RJC.