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Subject: Jonah by Dorian Gray

				Jonah
				  by
			     Dorian Grey
		       Christopher Street BBS
			    (201) 992-5660

	Most men remember with erotic satisfaction the days of their
mis-spent youth. Today, after all the things that I have seen, and all
the things I have done, nothing can quite recapture that awkward and
sometimes painful sensation that comes with being both almost
incurably innocent and horny beyond belief.

	When I was a sexy seventeen year old I had that LOOK. The
body movements and eye contact that drove both me and many men and
boys wild because I wouldn't do anything. That is, until Jonah came
along.

	Both of us sat next to each other in German in my sophomore
and junior years. He was almost exactly a year younger and one grade
below me. We knew each other from middle school, and when he sat next
to me in German in my sophomore year I almost went wild. The little
child that I had known as a shrimpy seventh grader was almost as tall
as I, and starting to turn into one very hot young boy. Nothing
happened when I was fifteen going on sixteen and he was fourteen going
onto fifteen... But that didn't stop me from fantasizing a lot. A hell
of a lot.

	Jonah was unusual looking, but my fantasies involving him were
pretty much the same as my fantasies with other boys. His medium dark
brown hair, strong chin, low cheekbones and dark brown eyebrows
contrasted greatly with his calm and cool blue eyes and the boyish
smattering of freckles that adorned his face. And shoulders. And legs.
And thighs. And?

	Over the summer of my sophomore year I wished fervently (and
lustfully, if the truth be known) that I had been better friends with
Jonah so that I could invite him to swim in my pool. We could go
swimming, come upstairs to my room, lock the door, and undress, and
see both the other getting hard, and jerk off together, smiling the
whole time. But alas, my hot friend wasn't an out of class friend.

	Until junior year, that is, when once again we were in German
class together, but he associated with the other boys, and often they
were enjoying themselves at a movie or whatever while I sat home,
alone, and horny as hell.

	One Saturday I called Jonah and asked him if he wanted to go
swimming and maybe stay the night. He asked his mother if it was ok,
and came over.

	As in previous years, Jonah wore both a shirt and a pair of
shorts to swim in, and I was very upset. I wanted as good a look at
his crotch as anyone could have of mine in my speedos. I wanted to
gaze at his nipples and see them get hard when they hit the water. I
wanted to see his cute little ass tense when he bent over to dive. But
I had nothing, and it was Jonah's fault!

	After a while, we got out of the pool and went to my room. He
asked if he could borrow a pair of my underwear and a pair of shorts
and a shirt since he brought his bag, but only brought his towel. I
said sure, and left him alone in my room to get undressed, and sat
outside by the door with my hardon, still horny, but not so angry.
Just being near Jonah calmed me down while heating me up.

	After a few minutes, I asked if I could come in, since my
hardon was faltering. Jonah said "Sure, it's your room after all, come
in!" and so I did.

	Since I was wearing only my towel, since my suit was already
off and down the tunnel to the laundry, I went quickly to my dresser
to get some clothes, without looking at Jonah. I opened my drawer, and
saw that there was nothing in it. It was then that I remembered that
my step mother had taken everyone's wash.

	But still, I had some old speedos in my underwear drawer that
I used to cover up some old playboys that I never looked at. "Oh, are
you looking for these?" Jonah asked, waving the playboys in the air.
SHIT! I thought to myself. I should have known. Back in junior high we
had looked at those girlie magazines with Tom for some laughs.

	"Actually, I was looking for my clothes, which Janet must have
put into to the wash. What took you so long if you weren't getting
dressed?" I inquired, happy to put Jonah on the defense.

	Jonah just smiled enigmatically at me and let the playboy fall
to the floor, and let his fingers trace an invisible line between his
nipples and down to his navel. His nipples were hard, and it looked
like his crotch was getting on the band wagon.

	"You know what's funny?" Jonah said conversationally.

	"What?" I replied, rather uncomfortable.

	"Until 7th grade I always though that Playboy would have boys
playing with each other, and that's why I wanted to have a real look
at them."

	"Oh, really?" I said, turning a unique shade of purple.

	"Yeah. And it wasn't until now that I just realized that if I
want to get a good look at boys playing with each other, it would be
easier to... "

	"To WHAT?" I asked, a little bit more than nervous.

	"Well, you know how they say `if you want a job done right,
you have to do it yourself' ?"

	"No. I mean yeah, but I don't know how that relates to
playboys," I said rather naively.

	"Hmmmm," Jonah said rather gutturally. "I guess I will just
have to SHOW you. `Actions speak louder than verbs,' they always say."
On that note, Jonah stood up. This would have been an ordinary thing,
if not for how the towel he was wearing slid off of his smooth hips,
and how he stood up in more ways than one. Jonah was beautiful, and I
must admit that I gaped, complete with dropped jaw and moronic
expression.

	"Come on!" Jonah admonished. "It can't be as bad as all THAT!"

	"I know I am still moist from showering off the chlorine, but
what's the problem?" he asked of me. "I know!" he said. Still at full
attention, Jonah went to my bureau and retrieved my brush with the
plastic bristles, turned around to face me again, and proceeded to
brush his dark brown pubic hair.

	This was getting to be too much for me, and my young cock
started to harden, and fill with blood. There was a tingly sensation
that started in my balls, and went up to the tip of my virgin love rod
while spreading to my thighs, nipples, and the rest of my body.

	Jonah continued for a while, and I continued standing in more
ways than one, in mute fascination.

	After a minute, jonah turned his direction to my towel covered
cock and smiled and licked his lips. Now I was beyond the point of no
return. I started to unconsciously flex a certain muscle in the same
neighborhood as my cock, and my rod was jumping up and down in its
terry cloth prison. Jonah continued staring and smiling until my towel
fell off. "About time!" Jonah said with laughter in his voice "I was
afraid you weren't UP to the occasion!"

	Jonah then moved from my bureau to my bed, and lay down while
standing. (in a matter of speaking) I followed suit, and I was laying
on the right of my twin sized bed. We both turned so that our heads
faced each other and kissed. His breath was sweet, and he smiled.

	"I'm getting cold," I said, while chattering my teeth. "Well,
what are you going to do about it, get a cup of hot cocoa to warm you
up?" Jonah replied. "Only if you'll be my coco," I said rather
suggestively.

	After a little more conversation, Jonah got on top of me so
that we were face to face and nipples to nipples, and his crotch to my
thighs. We kissed, and hugged, and then he started moving his hips
back and forth. I really enjoyed the feeling of getting so much
attention, but to do something where both of us could get something
out of it.

	"Wanna DO something?" I asked.

	"Yeah," said my sixteen year old lover.

	With that, we got side by side again and started jerking each
other off. Before that time I had never known that other boys might
use a different technique than I was used to. Mine involved grabbing
hold of the cocked below the mushroom head and sort of yanking the
skin of the "trunk" back and forth and back and forth until... oh!

	But Jonah's method was a lot different, and I enjoyed it a lot
more. His was a delicate way where he would get a lot closer to the
cock head and just sort of wiggle his hand faster and then slower. My
way did not work for Jonah, and he was so horny that he HAD to get
off.

	"I can't cum by anything but jerking off, and since you don't
do it my way right, I will just do it myself," he said, with deep
breaths between each word. I was horny too, and I did not want to be
left out, and just jerking off on my own would be all right, but it
would not be anywhere near the level of intimacy that I would like to
have with Jonah.

	While Jonah was busily wiggling his cock, my fingers started
to roam. First, I caressed his nipples, until he started saying "Oh!
OH! OH!" and then I laid off a little bit. "Don't stop!" Jonah said,
"It feels soooo good!" Instead of getting him off really quickly, I
continued teasing his nipples, and then his belly button, and then his
thighs until it was about an hour after we started.

	Then Jonah started to moan softly, and he said excitedly,
voice cracking "I'm close! I'm close! I'M CLOSE!!" And I leaned over
by his hand.

	"OHHHHHHH!" Jonah cried.

	And with that, I moved his hand and thrust my open mouth down
and over his throbbing cock. It wasn't long until something CAME of
it. My going up and down his trembling rod made him eager to get off,
and he started bucking his hips so that his cock was thrusting in and
out of my hungry mouth. Just when I started to twirl my tongue around
his rock, he came. Floods of sticky, salty and hot goo spurt into my
mouth and down my mouth not once, but four times. I swallowed his love
juice and let him continue thrusting until his climax, and not just
his ejaculation, was over. I pulled back from my hot lover, and
watched him calm down, apparently spent.

	"How was it," I asked Jonah.

	"Wow! That was the best! I feel so good all over except... "

	"Except WHAT?" I demanded.

	"Except you are probably still as horny as hell."

	"Are you only going to play sympathetic, or are you actually
going to DO something?" I suggested.

	Again, Jonah demonstrated that actions speak better than
verbs. He pulled me on top of him and we hugged for a long time and
kissed even longer, but I was horny and we couldn't get away from that
fact.

	"So what do you want me to do?" I asked.

	"What do you WANT do do?"

	"Good question. What do you want me to want to do?" I
continued.

	"Fuck me," said my cute friend and lover with a be-freckled
smile. He almost looked shy, and I would have thought him so if I
just hadn't had him cum in my mouth.

	"Won't it hurt?" said I concernedly.

	"No. Not really. Not if you get the jelly out of my bag."

	It was KY jelly. Something I had only seen and used ONCE
before - when I had really chapped lips at my annual check up. I
obviously didn't know what to do, so Jonah HANDled everything for me.
He greased my rod up with tender caresses, and lubricated the inside
of his hot hole with the sex jelly. Jonah was still lying down on the
bed on his back, so I put his legs over my shoulders and entered him.

	Before Jonah, I had been pretty much limited to handling my
horniness myself, and jerking off was fun, and still is, but fucking
your hand or your pillow and fucking a friend and lover is something
totally different. (thank god!)

	As hot as Jonah was on the outside, his insides did the rest
of him shame. He was tight, and hot, and incredible. The whole time
Jonah was urging me to go faster, or slower, or harder or softer.
Somehow he was really getting into it. It didn't take long at all for
me to get an on the edge.

	"I'm getting close, Jonah!"

	"How close?"

	"Closer!"

	"Closer?"

	"Closer! Closer! Oh my god! I'm ready... oh!" I screamed, on
the edge of orgasm, but riding the edge and enjoying the pleasurable
pain of coming close and going farther away. I planned to stay that
way for a while, but Jonah wanted it done faster.

	"Cum ON!" he whispered.

	"Hold on! I just want to. ah!" I whispered back

	"Now!" he whispered louder, and I then knew why: Jonah was
jerking off at the same time, and he was getting just a little bit
closer than I was.

	"Can't you hold just a minute longer?" I almost pleaded,
breathing heavily. "No! and neither can you!" and with that, Jonah
began to squeeze my cock with certain muscles in his love tunnel that
I had till then been unaware of.

	"I'm cumming!" Jonah screamed and creamed.

	"Arghhhhhh!" said I, with greater effort and pleasure, but
less visual effects. (after all, what'd you want me to do, pull out
and make an icky mess?)

	I stayed in Jonah for about five minutes, and kept pumping
away, and then after a dry climax, I pulled out and kissed him and
hugged him, pressing my stomach to his, and enjoyed the sensation of
his watery cum.

	When we woke up a half an hour later, our friendship and
relationship as lovers was cemented. Literally! - Dorian Grey