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Jem'n'I (mm gay, highschool)
By Paul Clarke (gideonvi@aol.com)
(c) Jun 1998
This story is copyrighted to the author and may not be used for
commercial purposes without the author's permission. (c) 1998
***
Jeremiah David Little. I knew him since I was about four, but things
were different then. We just played with the other kids at day-care. Life
was, for lack of a better term, normal. We were inseparable then, almost
like twins.
We just called him Jem because Jeremiah was too long for small children.
After a while, the name stuck. Mrs. Little always told me I was the one
who started calling him Jem, but I honestly don't remember. That's not
important, anyway. This is a story about our teenage years.
Everything was normal right up through sixth grade, I suppose. Jem and
I were usually in the same classes in school when we could manage it, but
after sixth grade we entered middle school and were split apart.
As with all true friendships, we kept in touch. Jem only lived a few
blocks away and our bicycles were always sufficient transportation. But it
didn't end there. As we saw less and less of each other, our relationship
grew.
One night, long after we should have been asleep, Jem got a little
adventurous and asked if he could see my penis. At twelve, I suppose he
was going through puberty and the sexual frustration was beginning to
build. More than once, Jem and I had looked through his dad's Playboy
magazines, but never had we removed clothing in any manner while doing so.
So there we were in his bedroom skimming through girlie magazines and he
asked me to show him my stuff. It went through my mind about as fast as
anything possibly could; what should I have done? We'd been friends almost
our entire lives, who the hell was I to say no? And off came the clothes.
That night we both learned a little more about ourselves. Before then, I
never really saw an interest in guys. It wasn't 'normal' to like guys..
But who cares about normal?
At sixteen, Jem and I were both in high school and privately 'together.'
It never seemed right to either of us that we tell everyone that. What
they didn't know wouldn't hurt us, right? And besides that, Jem's dad was
as homophobic as a person could possibly be. Our secret was our secret.
Well, Jem had looks to die for: straight blonde hair that was never
untidy, soft hazel eyes and a lightly bronzed skin that would have driven
Michael Jackson wild. The girls were always after him. That always made
me jealous, but I tried not to show it. 5'10", the perfect height as far
as I was concerned. We were both about the same height except when we were
twelve. His growth spurt came several months before mine and I was shorter
for a while.
I've been told I look pretty good by a lot of girls. I've always been
one of those people who's never satisfied so I'm not so sure I can easily
agree. My hair is brown. Not shiny brown, not golden brown, just brown.
I always kept it short as a teenager, mostly because that kept maintenance
low and people would pay less attention to it. My eyes are brown, too. I
guess they're soft brown, but brown nonetheless. In good light they get
greenish. That always bugged me, too.
Jem and I would take turns spending nights at each others'' houses as
much as our parents would allow and fool around together as much as time
would permit. We were always careful because we were completely sure our
parents would disapprove. The funny part is our stimuli: magazines. There
we were having all sorts of fun together and we were looking at pictures of
naked women. We could have done better, I suppose, but there was never a
need.
"Ben," Jem said one night while masturbating to a Penthouse, "we gotta
talk."
In the entire time I'd known him, Jem had never sounded quite so
serious. He released his throbbing cock and looked over at me. I set down
my own magazine and turned my attention to his face.
"Yeah?" I asked cautiously.
"I know we kinda been together for a long time now and all, but I'm not
ready for people at school to know," he said. That hardly made sense to
me.
"Nobody knows, do they?" I asked. We'd always been careful about that,
too.
"No, but they could be suspicious. I was thinking maybe we should..
like.. date girls or something, to keep it cool," he offered. Something
was up with the way he said that.
"Did Nikki ask you out?" I asked jealously. Nikki Letson was one of the
most attractive girls in school. All the guys wanted her and she wanted
Jem.
"She's been hinting at me like I should ask her out. I've pretended to
ignore it about as long as I can, but she's the type who spreads rumors
when she doesn't get her way. Remember when everyone thought Chris Thomas
was gay?" Jem had a certain concern to his voice. I knew I couldn't talk
him out of that one.
"Sure, ask her out," I said calmly. Inside it hurt my feelings a bit,
but I was determined to remain as stoic as ever. "Then I'll find a
girlfriend and we can double."
Jem sighed, obviously relieved. He'd always been the nervous type; when
things are uneasy, he gets quiet.
"Cool. Go for Lisa Perez. She was all over you," Jem suggested. Good
idea, I thought. Lisa was the president of the sophomore class. At the
end of the school year, she'd written "Keep in Touch" in my yearbook along
with a phone number. Perfect.
And so it proceeded. Rather than hanging out at the mall with a bunch
of friends, we went in groups of two. Lisa and I or Jem and Nikki.
Sometimes we'd go together, but our other friends were single and thus
removed from the couple-activities.
For a month during the summer vacation Lisa and I were dating. On the
second date I was faced with the kiss. I'd managed to dodge it on the
first with some lame excuse. I'd never kissed a girl before. Oh, sure,
I'd kissed Jem lots of times, but he was always in control there. He's
always been more dominant. I had no idea what I was doing.
And somehow I managed to bluff my way through the relationship. At some
points, I really cared for Lisa. I told myself that Nikki felt the same
way, but Jem didn't care for her. I told myself it was a cover-up he was
using. I was still jealous, I knew I was only fooling myself.
"Jem, I broke up with Lisa today," I said one night. We were sitting in
my bedroom flipping through some old magazines. Jem was lying naked in
front of my and I was running my cold hands over his hot torso.
"That was fast. What happened?" he asked. It didn't phase him much. I
guess nothing did. He turned the page in his magazine.
"I dunno." I did know. I wasn't about to tell my best friend that I
was jealous of his girlfriend.
"I've heard that tone before, Ben. You know what happened, spill," he
demanded in a taunting manner. I pulled Jem to face me and kissed him
about as passionately as I could.
"I was jealous," I admitted. There it was. I was jealous. My stomach
turned to butterflies when I realized that I'd actually said it. I hadn't
intended to.
"Ben you don't have to be jealous. It's not like Nikki and I are doing
anything but kissing," he said in a don't-get-so-uptight-about-it tone.
Just kissing was cheating, as far as I was concerned. "Let me make it up
to you."
Jem moved to the foot of the double-sized bed and ran his moist tongue
up the inside of my leg. Bolts of pleasure swarmed over my skin as he
tickled my inner thigh and I arched my back as his mouth crossed my already
hard cock.
I could do little but moan erotically and watch as Jem pulled my 6" tool
into his mouth. Blowjobs weren't something Jem liked to do a whole lot.
It's like Christmas gifts; he liked to receive more than give. For him to
be sucking my dick was a rare pleasure.
I ran a hand through Jem's golden hair as his head bobbed up and down on
my virile organ. I could feel occasional teeth, but not so much that it
bothered me. The pleasure was immense as Jem unendingly blew. And as
always, the pleasure led to the building of energy before an orgasm. I
could feel it 'cumming,' so to speak.
Television, homework, toothpaste, I thought. I ran all the dull,
nonsexual images I could think of through my rusty brain trying to prolong
the fun as long as possible. The success was less than what I'd hoped for.
"Oh, God," I groaned as I shot my hot wad into Jem's mouth. His
discomfort was evident as he swallowed what he could. The remainder of the
the warm liquid drizzled down his chin and my cock as he withdrew.
I knew Jem enjoyed being with me; but I never felt like there was
something real between us back then. We just hung out a lot and had lots
of fun. It got more complex every day.
"Not today, Ben, Jem and I are going to see a movie." Nikki's voice was
like a dagger stabbing at me. I had long before learned that if I wanted
to go somewhere with Jem, my best bet was to get Nikki to go along with it.
On this particular day, however, when I really wanted to see him, Jem had
plans.
"Mind if I tag along?" I asked hopefully over to the young brunette on
the other side of the phone. My tone was such that I she might have taken
pity on me and let me go to the movie. Might have.
"Not unless you have a date. It'd be too weird having just the three of
us," she sneered.
"Fine, whatever, I'll get a date," I said eagerly. I knew enough girls
then to find one who was free. Nikki sighed and hung up.
I eagerly pressed the flash button and dialed memory-five. I didn't
realize how nervous I was at the time, but I must have been. The number
belonged to Erin Zimmerman, a girl I'd been somewhat interested in during
the end of the school year. I wasn't sure why, my teenage years were
confusing. She also had a cute brother, but I'd only seen him once or
twice. I must have been interested if her number was on my speed-dial.
I'd also seen Erin staring at me during third period. The chances were
moderate.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings. Maybe she wasn't home?
"Hello?" came a voice on the other end. It was a male voice and judging
by the tone, I guessed it was her brother. Man, he even sounded hot.
That's the last thing I wanted when I was about to ask his sister out on a
date. Oh well, time to bite the bullet.
"Is.. um.. Erin there?" I asked slowly. I looked down to find my hand
shaking nervously.
"Yeah, may I ask who's calling?" the guy on the other end asked.
"Uhh, this is Ben MacArthur," I said.
"Oh, Ben MacArthur from school. You sound pretty nervous," he
commented. Of course I was nervous. Would it have been so much trouble to
just get Erin? Before I could reply, he added "you gonna ask her out on a
date or something?"
"Umm.. Yeah, I guess so," I studdered. As nice as he sounded, I wanted
to talk to Erin.
"She'll like that. She talks about you all the time." Yes. That was a
good sign. "Gee, I always figured you were gay."
He thought I was gay? I hadn't thought it was that obvious that I liked
guys. Did I stare? How would he know, anyway? I'd only seen him on one
or two occasions. It made me about twice as nervous as I already was.
"Whatever. Can I please talk to Erin?" I asked quickly. He set down
the phone and I heard him call for Erin in the background.
"Hello?" came a soft teenage voice. She sounded a bit like her brother,
but more feminine. I guess that's appropriate. The only remaining
question: what to say.
"Umm.. Erin, this is Ben MacArthur.. From biology," I managed to say.
She could likely hear the anxiety in my voice. I was trying my best not to
show it.
"Yeah, I remember you. Umm.. what's up?" she asked. She sounded
nervous, too. At least I wasn't the only one.
"Erin I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies with me today..
It'd kinda be a double-date," I offered. The thought of her being nervous
about my call helped me steady my voice.
"Maybe. What are we seeing?" she asked. What are we seeing? That
sounded like a reply to me. I had to think. Jem had mentioned the movie
before.. But what was it?
"'The Object of My Affection,' I think," I said. That sounded right.
"You driving?" she asked. It was taunting. She was just being coy.
"My friend Jem drives. I'm sure he won't mind," I replied. At least I
hoped he wouldn't mind.
"Know where I live?" she asked.
"No," was my response.
Erin gave me directions to her house and we discussed the details. When
I hung up the phone, I fell back onto my bed in relief. I hadn't realized
that I really liked Erin until I'd called. The plans were set.
"This is it," I said, reading the street address on the side of the
wall. Jem stopped the blue Taurus and I climbed out of the back seat.
The yard was made of small, brown rocks and decorated with green cacti
of several varieties. I ascended the walkway and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened. It was Erin's older brother.
"Ryan," he said, extending a hand. I shook it in a greeting and looked
behind him. Erin wasn't anywhere in sight.
"Ben," I replied. "Is Erin ready to go?"
"She'll be right out. You know how girls are about looking perfect."
Ryan seemed to be examining my like he was going to buy my casket if I
wasn't nice to his sister. It made me uncomfortable.
"Why.. um.. why do you think I'm gay?" I asked curiously. I didn't want
people thinking I was gay, although most of the time I thought so myself.
"You act gay," Ryan said. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I decided to
make an effort not to act gay. The only problem left with that was I
didn't know how gay people act.
"If I was gay, would I be going out with your sister?" I asked, trying
to turn the situation around. It backfired.
"Maybe. How would I know why you're going out with my sister. Maybe
it's all just one big cover-up. Maybe you just need her to double-date
with Jem Little and you're just going because of him," he said.
"How did you know I'm double-dating with Jem Little?" I asked, despite
how obvious the answer should have been.
"Erin told me. Makes sense to me," he said.
"Ryan, are you harassing my date?" Erin said as she walked around the
corner and into view. She pushed her brother aside and walked out the
door.
"Have fun," Ryan said as he closed the door. I took one last look and
turned to walk to the car.
"Sorry about that," Erin apologized.
At the theater, Jem insisted we sit in the back corner. We were early
and had a chance to talk before the show started.
"So how did you two meet?" Erin asked Nikki and Jem in an honest attempt
to open the conversation.
"School," Jem replied.
"So did we," Erin commented. "Except it took Ben till today to ask me
out. Do you know what it's like to wait that long?"
Nikki glanced accusingly at Jem and then turned back to Erin and said,
"Yes."
"Ben was going out with Lisa for like a month. Otherwise I'm sure he'd
have called you sooner," Jem defended. It was nice to know he'd still make
excuses for me, I'd felt more separated from him since he'd been going out
with Nikki, despite how little our friendship had changed. He just spent
more time with her during the day.
"Lisa Perez?" Erin asked in one of those what-the-hell-were-you-thinking
tones.
"Yeah," I admitted.
"So who picked this movie?" Erin asked, changing the subject. She was
still having trouble keeping everyone talking.
"Jem did," answered Nikki. Erin turned to Jem and raised an eyebrow.
"A movie about a gay guy.. You know, my brother thinks you're gay.
I'll avoid mentioning the movie title to him," Erin said with a small
smile. Jem's face began to flush. It was my turn to try to cover for him.
"Your brother thinks everyone is gay," I offered.
"Not everyone. Mostly just you two." Backfire.
"Jem, is there something you're not telling me?" Nikki said, folding her
arms in a mocking tone. The sarcasm in her voice was evident. I laughed,
trying to make it into a joke. Jem and Nikki laughed at it, too, and Erin
joined in before too long.
After a few minutes of small talk, the lights dimmed and the previews
began to role. Not five minutes into the movie I noticed Jem and Nikki
making out in the seats next to me.
In all honesty, the sight of Jem (who I'd been so close to my entire
life and with whom I'd had a relationship that goes beyond 'friends' for
several years) kissing Nikki was bothering me. They were really going at
it, too. I don't think a hydrogen bomb would have ripped their lips apart.
I looked over at Erin. She turned her head to me and smiled, then
returned her attention back to the screen. The first date was certainly
too early for a display like Jem's so I casually slipped an arm around
Erin. She moved closer to me and smiled.
It was early in the evening when I walked Erin to the door of her house.
Not releasing her hand, I turned to her. Her eyes had an eager look, one
like she was expecting something and I knew what.
I moved forward slightly and placed my lips lightly against Erin's.
Hers were warm and soft, more so than I was expecting. We kissed briefly
before hearing a whistle from an adjacent window.
"Ryan, you little shit!" Erin shouted, turning and opening the door.
Ryan was standing there smiling. He had watched us kiss through the window
and was laughing like it was a joke.
Embarrassed, Erin walked into the house and closed the door. I would
have too, in her situation, so I didn't bother to resent the lack of a
"goodbye."
On the way back to Jem's car, I encountered a middle-aged man about my
height.
"Can I help you?" he asked. I guess I must have glanced briefly at him
on my way down the steps. His voice was aggressive, presumably because
he'd just spent a long day at the office.
"No, Sir, I was just dropping Erin off," I replied. After a nice date,
I was pleased enough not to take his rough voice personally.
"Oh, okay. I'm Mr. Zimmerman," he introduced with an outstretched hand.
I shook it.
"Ben MacArthur," I greeted. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Ben MacArthur," he repeated. "So you're the boy she's always talking
about."
"Umm, I guess so. Nice meeting you," I said and turned toward the car.
I'd never met a girl who talked about me all the time, at least not that I
knew of. It was embarrassing.
"That her dad?" Jem asked when I hopped into the front seat of his mom's
car. We had already dropped Nikki off and I was glad to be able to sit in
the front seat with Jem.
"Yeah. He says Erin always talks about me. Her brother Ryan said the
same thing. What's up with that?" I asked. At the mention of Ryan's name,
Jem's face turned sour.
"I dunno. Listen, about Ryan, she said he thinks we're gay," he said.
"So he thinks we're gay. So?" I asked. I didn't actually think it was
such a big deal. Jem had other thoughts.
"So I don't want people to think I'm gay! I've been dating Nikki for a
while now, what do I have to do?" he asked rhetorically with a tone that
was slightly above normal.
"I don't know," I replied. And I didn't.
"You boys have fun at the movie?" Jem's mom asked when we plopped down
on the couch. I always liked his house because of the large television in
the living room. Jem picked up the remote control and began cycling
through the channels until he found a basketball game.
"Yeah," I said.
"Jem says you broke up with Lisa. Who'd you go with?" she asked.
"Umm.. Erin Zimmerman, from school," I replied.
"Oh that's nice. Jem, did you and Nikki have fun?" At Janet's
question, I smirked a little. I knew she'd give Jem a hard time if I did
that, mostly because Jem didn't like to talk with his mother about
relationships.
"Huh?" Jem asked, turning to her. He caught my smile and began to
blush. "Oh, umm, yeah, I guess so."
"I was a teenager once, I know how dates go," his mom said. I
snickered.
"I bet," Jem muttered. He turned back to the television.
"Are you hungry?" Janet asked me. I nodded and she got up from the
couch. When she returned from the kitchen a moment later, it was with two
hamburgers, some salad, and a couple Pepsi's.
Jem and I took the burgers and ate eagerly. We both managed to finish
the meal in a couple minutes and went up to Jem's room to play video games.
"Mortal Kombat?" Jem asked, going through his shelf of N64 games. I
nodded. Generally speaking, we were equally skilled at Mortal Kombat 3, so
we played competitively. Because the game it self had little reward, we
raised the stakes. At the end of how ever long we agree to play, the
person with less wins got to take a first shot at the night's real
activities.
Hours passed and we sat on Jem's bedroom floor playing the Nintendo 64.
His parents stopped in at one point to tell us they were heading for bed,
but other than that it was uninterrupted. We usually waited at least an
hour after his parents went to bed, just for good measure.
"Ha! I win by seven," Jem said enthusiastically. He shut off the
television and the game console and dimmed the lights. We took quickly
stripped out of our clothes and tossed them aside. Jem's six and one half
inch cock was already fully anticipating the product of his victory.
Despite the fact that I'd seen it hundreds of times, his erect member was
still a delightful sight. It had a beauty to it that I can't put into
words.
"That's better than last time, at least," I said. "What do you want
tonight?"
Jem seemed more excited than usual. He reached under his bed and pulled
out a shoe box. From the dilapidated cardboard he pulled a small, plastic
package. I was quite aware of what he wanted.
Without needing directions, I positioned myself on my hands and knees.
After how jealous I'd been feeling of Nikki over the last few days, the
sound of Jem opening the condom wrapper got me going.
I felt a ping of excitement as Jem's tongue touched my ass. It was
generally customary for neither of us to talk during the first few minutes
of our activities so I tried to remain quiet.
Jem's roaming tongue poked and prodded excitedly. He enjoyed that part,
I suppose. I was never one to complain when he wanted to be playful so I
waited patiently. His tongue entered abruptly into my anal passage as far
as he could make it go. It was a cool, but welcome feeling.
Jem, after being with me rather intimately for the past four years, knew
I preferred to get right down to business in the beginning. He enjoyed
taking his time, but he was also in a generous mood.
Removing his tongue, Jem got up onto his knees and rubbed his
latex-encased cock over my posterior. It swirled in a figure-eight over my
skin and then pushed roughly against my anus. I braced myself as he pushed
in with all his energy.
The brief shot of pain was welcome as I was quite aware of the pleasure
to come. Jem had a firm grip just below my waist as he pulled back and
pushed again.
I'm sure Jem was feeling a similar sensation as waves of pleasure surged
through my insides. His motions grew more and more intense and the
pleasure continued to rise.
I reached down and firmly grasped my own cock and tugged at it. The
pulsing sensation built up a great anticipation between us. I bit my lip
as we both increased pace, keeping an even but increasing rhythm.
The fireworks flew as we both came at the same time. Maybe it wasn't
exactly the same time, but it was close enough. All jealousy and women
aside, Jem and I were still doing exactly what we'd always liked to do.
As Jem pulled his spent cock out of me, we both fell to the ground
exhausted. I turned to Jem and pressed my lips to his. We were together.
If nothing else, the incident must have shown how inseparable Jem and I
were. Perhaps nothing had really changed.
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I hope you enjoyed what will be the first part of my new series if I
decide I like it enough to write more. Your comments are appreciated.
Again, the address is GideonVI@aol.com. If you have suggestions, I take
those, too. I also take questions. Once in a while people ask why I add
certain parts to stories.. Well, go ahead and ask. The readers are the
most important part of the story. Hope you enjoyed it. -Paul