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It’s been one long ass week since I’ve seen him, Jeff Matthews thought mildly pissed, as he dialed the phone to leave a message for Drew at the Gilbert residence. Does he still want to get together tonight? All day the 13-year-old fantasized about how the visit would go as he went about his daily social turmoil at school. It was hard to concentrate on classwork, but at last the day ended and he could go home and prepare for the evening with the only real friend he had in Ludlow.

After helping his dad with some veterinary work and eating dinner, Jeff showered and settle down to get his homework done with. The phone rang as he was skimming over a biology textbook chapter. It had to be Drew since they hardly knew anyone else in town and were keeping the home line clear for customers. It only rang twice and then stopped. Oh, shit. That didn’t sound good at all. Quickly Jeff’s dad, Chase, dialed the number asked for whoever had called. As it rang, he passed the phone to his son. None too soon, as the phone was answered on the second ring.

"Hello," Drew’s familiar and considerate said.

"Hey, man," Jeff replied.

"Hi, I just tried to call you."

"I thought so," Jeff responded. "It only rang twice and then the call went dead. I thought it might be you and we decided to check. Want to make sure everything’s okay."

After some further chit chat and innocent catching up, Jeff turned the conversation to the evening, letting Drew know that only he would be able to join him for drinks or a smoke as his father had some business to attend to that night. The situation was practically last minute anyway that he couldn't possibly turn down a sick horse if he wanted to at all. Of course, Chase was a man of his word. Secretly Drew had been hoping for a way to see Jeff alone anyway. This time he wanted to let the new kid know how attractive he felt Jeff was. They arranged that Jeff would meet him at the town diner in about half an hour, giving him time to prepare everything they’d need, dress, and bike into the spot from the suburb where they lived.

Somewhat nervous about meeting his friend given Drew’s lout of a stepfather Gus, Jeff looked responsible if not deferential at his dad. He turned away from the book he’d been reading and assured Jeff that he was not opposed with him going (the tragic death of his mother and the sudden move more than a terrible pain to bear) and that he was not to feel guilty on his account. He slightly smirked and bid his dad goodbye and promised to return in a few hours. Smiling, he waved goodbye as he picked up the telephone to make a call. On the bike ride to the spot, Jeff contemplated the evening to come and wondered how he would manage to entertain his friend alone since Ludlow paled to the city life, he’d been more than bound to. Arriving at the diner, he saw Drew through the front window, reading some sort of comic book. Jeff locked his bike and entered the diner, walking quickly and directly to the booth his friend sat at. Drew heard the click of Jeff’s boots on the wooden floor as he approached and lowered his comic. Laying it aside, he rose and clasped arms together with Jeff, though he privately wished for a hug and quick kiss. Then they turned and exited the diner.

As they left the diner, Jeff asked what his preference would be for alcohol and whether he might like to walk by the pet cemetery first. Drew quickly opted for the cemetery, saying he had been imprisoned indoors for eight days because of Gus bullshit rules and would really enjoy some liberty in the cool thought deathly air. Jeff turned his bike toward the pathway leading to where there was a walking track. They chatted as they slowly rode along, talking about ordinary things—their families, the weirdness of this town, recent events, etc. Jeff extended his dad's regards and again for being a much-needed friend in an otherwise cruel turn of events, but he told him he completely understood, wondering to himself if his dad had planned it this way on purpose to allow them time alone together. Jeff had been the first person apart from the other assholes in Ludlow who Drew didn’t feel like a dorky freak in another’s eyes.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Jeff quietly sat on his bike and briefly spaced out relieved he settled on his boots instead of tennis shoes, setting the bike by the nearest tree and checking his backpack was secure round his shoulders. Mentally marking the spot, they locked their bikes were out of view and they started toward the track. Coming to a hill, Drew held out his hand and he placed Jeff’s in it. Hand in hand they started to walk around the area. The surface was uneven and with shrubbery around somewhat treacherous in the dark, yet Jeff was thankful for his steadying hand as they walked. When he missed a step because of the unevenness of the walk Drew’s body brushed against his arm, causing a swift thrill to fire off inside him. Did that happen because he planned for it to? Jeff wondered while wanting to shake it off. As they walked, they chatted more about the events of their lives since last, they had met... how city life differed from a not-so-normal small town and the mutual ambition of leaving shit-filled lives behind; the movies and books they both enjoyed; and the places they hoped someday to see. Theirs were ordinary yet crappy lives of American teenagers, born so far apart and yet wrestling with the same demons.

In no time, Jeff was tiring and there was a tree stump just ahead sheltered among the trees beside the path. They decided to rest a moment there before continuing their walk. Jeff sat down and Drew joined him, sliding his arm around the back of the slender who seemed deplete of affection. When he leaned back, Jeff was surprised to find his head resting against Drew’s shoulder. He turned his head toward his friend just as Jeff looked up at him and suddenly their lips met, as if by accident. Drew’s arm tightened around him, and his other hand rose to Jeff’s neck as their kiss lasted longer than realized. The bulky boy whispered the other’s name softly against his short black hair as their mouths separated and Drew pressed him in closer for a moment. Then, with a slight catch of his breath, echoed a moment later by Jeff’s startled soft gasp of awestruck joy, Drew slid his free hand down to Jeff’s hip and caressed his thigh through his jean jacket. Then, as he kissed Jeff again, deeper this time, he slid his hand inside Jeff’s black pants and stroked his cotton clad thigh boldly. He moaned softly as the pleasurable torrent raced through him from his crotch right on up his body and he leaned closer, and Drew tightened his arm around Jeff once more. Jeff’s free hand crept upward and caressed the nape of the stocky teen’s neck now as their kiss continued. The big hand inside his pants was wandering even more now, caressing the curve of his hip, and slipping inside the loose-fitting cotton briefs Jeff had worn. Their warm lips and tongues were performing a slow and exciting dance as they kissed, and their wanting bodies strained to press closer to each other.

Suddenly, they noticed that the sounds of the night were beginning to increase past their isolated hideaway as voices were seeming to come from the cemetery. They knew that the spot was a favorite among the local shitheads such as Clyde Parker and his cronies to hang around and soon the area wouldn’t be deserted for long. Meanwhile there were those faint sounds of what sounded like dogs, cats and even eagles resonating from the fog around them.

Drew whispered against Jeff’s mouth that they should perhaps go to his house for some privacy, and Jeff agreed after a moment's hesitation. When they stood to leave, the city boy’s knees refused to function, and he swayed as if they were jelly. Drew caught Jeff against him and kissed the outspoken teen once more as they stood still, steadying themselves for the walk back to their bikes. Then slowly with his arm around Jeff’s waist, they turned and proceeded toward the way out, lest the land not want them to leave. Back near the tree, the more idealistic of the two suggested that he’d pedal since Jeff still seemed a bit unstable. Jeff agreed and slid across the seat. As they returned to the house, Drew flushed as his friend accidentally rubbed his upper thighs lightly, trailing to their seam and growing hardness and with some hesitance Jeff let his hand touch Drew’s crotch where he could feel the aroused interest growing by each pedal. At last, they arrived and walked, arm in arm again, up to Jeff’s room on the second floor.

Once inside, Drew locked the door and turning from it gathered Jeff to himself once more. Leaning against him as he pressed Jeff’s body against his, they kissed deeply and slowly. His chubby hands roamed over Jeff’s back and held the reserved yet cool kid ever tighter to him. Jeff felt the outcast’s arousal against him. Then he released Jeff reluctantly and bent to clear a space on the king-size bed. Drew excused himself for a moment and his host lay back against the pillows and waiting for his return, not allowing himself to think about what would happen next. Jeff’s body was spread about him, contemplating what he wished and wanted to tell his mother as he laid back against the pillows and waited for Drew’s return. He didn't have long to wait. Still fully clothed, he came back into the room and lay down beside Jeff and reached for him. Quietly Jeff came into his big arms willingly and his hands again began caressing Jeff all over through his soft jacket as he claimed that hot mouth once more. Throwing worries aside, Jeff sighed into his pal’s mouth and arched his back, pressing his torso against Drew’s chest. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he broke the kiss and briefly released Jeff as he repositioned himself between those slim legs and slowly, almost reverently, pushed his pants downward until he had revealed Jeff’s private area, covered by cotton, loose-fitting green briefs. Pushing these down gently, he lowered his mouth and began to lick and suck Jeff’s warm, moist prick. More pre-cum flowed, filling his mouth, and tasting Jeff’s wet, hot juices, Drew began to slide his briefs down further until he could remove them and toss them at a corner of the bed.

Next, Drew pushed Jeff’s black shirt still higher until his fine chest was revealed in all its bare glory to his blue eyes. Almost before Jeff realized what he had done, his mouth was encompassing first one nipple and then the other as he suckled them to excited hardness. Breathing his pleasure at this reaction against his friend’s chest, Drew stopped, pulled Jeff up to a sitting position and lifted the shirt to slide it over his head, not bothering to fold it and cast it aside with the forgotten briefs. Now the host laid naked before his guest’s eyes except for those sexy black covering Jeff’s feet.

Drew lay down beside him but rose again as Jeff begged him to remove his shirt too. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and laid down beside Jeff, taking the assertive of the two into his arms and letting Jeff’s chest rub against his bare, hefty, and smooth chest. Jeff slowly, yet hesitantly slid his hand inside the waistband of Drew’s jeans and touched his rock-hard cock waiting for him. Quickly Drew lifted his hips and in only one smooth motion freed himself of the confining jeans and underwear, his cock springing forth to meet Jeff’s intrigued hand. Jeff stroked the entire length of it and cupped those sweaty balls in his hand. Leaning down he kissed his friend’s manhood and then slipped it inside his hot lustful mouth. Licking with his tongue even as Jeff took Drew all the way into his mouth and partially down his throat, he extracted a prolonged groan of pleasure, undoubtedly the first one ever, from the cute overweight boy’s lips.

"Aah, shit that feels so good," Drew breathed as Jeff intensified his licking and sucking on his friend’s now extremely hard meat. A few moments later, Jeff laid back in his arms as Drew’s hands explored his body and found his hard burning crotch.

Against Jeff’s mouth Drew begged softly that he let him enter the virgin cave. After a moment more of kissing, smiling, the forthright kid nodded his assent. Drew rose and positioned himself over the welcoming teen, entering with one swift stroke. Jeff gasped in pain mixed pleasure and lifted his hips to meet Drew’s next thrust and the next and the next, each one increasing in intensity and speed.

"Slowly, be gentle man, don’t rush…" Jeff breathed, and Drew lowered his body to touch every inch of Jeff’s beneath him and lay still.

For the next nine minutes, they laid joined and still with only Jeff’s inner muscles contracting and relaxing as he squeezed Drew. Then he suddenly withdrew from Jeff and positioned himself once more with his head between Jeff’s thighs. Jeff moaned in pleasure and gave himself up to the thrill of his friend’s tongue on his cock. Faster and faster, he flicked it back and forth, sucking Jeff’s juices and flaying the anus with his tongue. Just as he almost rose to orgasm, the sensitive boy stopped once more and positioned himself astride the half-conscious one. Drew pressed his cock between Jeff’s cheeks and lifted his head as he squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip for him to lick. Drew pulled a pillow over and under Jeff’s head so he could comfortably take Drew into his mouth. Jeff opened to him and licked the pre-cum from his head and then took his whole cock into his mouth and down his throat. Shit, this was hot. For nine minutes, Jeff sucked and licked Drew, flicking the underside with his tongue up and down the length of his shaft as Drew sat poised above him.

Drew lowered himself again and plunged his cock deep into Jeff’s warm encompassing ass. Lowering his body on top of Jeff, Drew began to stroke in and out slowly, letting him feel the entire length of him going in, filling Jeff, and then withdrawing almost completely and thrusting in again. Increasingly, the speed of his strokes increased as he felt the tension mounting within him. Jeff was moving his hips in rhythm with his strokes as if they had been making love for years and knew each other’s timing perfectly. Once more, forcefully, almost urgently, Drew claimed his friend’s mouth in a passionate kiss, letting his tongue explore, meeting the defiance of Jeff’s tongue as Drew invaded his mouth. They were building ever higher toward that ultimate climax.

"Oohh mmm," Drew moaned in Jeff’s ear, "Fuck! I'm gonna CUM!" as his balls erupted shooting hot cum up inside his friend just as Jeff felt his body burst into a spasm that brought about his own orgasm. They laid together, drained for about eleven minutes and then he rolled onto his back, pulling Jeff onto his side against him.

They lay there in blissful unity with Jeff’s head on Drew’s shoulder and his arm holding Jeff tightly against his body for what must have been only a few minutes but seemed like an eternal spell to Jeff.

Then Drew turned, kissed Jeff gently and asked, "Hey man, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Jeff replied. "Are you? You okay with this?"

"Beats everyday shit in Ludlow," Drew assured Jeff, kissing him again.

Then they laid quietly together side by side, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Softly they whispered to each other, speaking of the wonder at their union and how it came to be. Never had they expected that they would go so far together. Each of them, in fact, had promised the other that they wouldn't go so far (wanting to save themselves for girls worth their first time). Now they had. What were they to do about it? Drew said it would be okay and Jeff believed him. Gradually, they became aware of the hour. Each had an early morning to face the next day. Jeff sat up on the bed and began to sort out his clothes and pants. Drew did the same on the other side of the bed, then, walked around as Jeff stood up and adjusted his pants and took him in Drew’s arms gently, tenderly, once more. Drew finished dressing and said he would see his pal back to where he left his bike. Arm in arm they descended the stairs and rode back to the woods and walked to the spot, luckily his bike laid undisturbed. Drew checked it out and all seemed fine with it. Jeff mounted it, unable to suppress the wide grin emerging on his face.

"Stop by my house tomorrow," Drew whispered as he leaned in the door and kissed Jeff one more time.

"I will." Jeff said. Then Drew closed the door, and Jeff took hold of his bike, descended the hill, and rode away.

Five miles later, he entered the driveway of his home and took his bike into the garage. As he left the garage, Jeff was still bemused by what had just happened. Was I really into Drew like that? he thought. As he approached the door, his dad opened it and greeted him with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile. Insisting that he and Drew did nothing but watch TV and read comics, Jeff walked up to his bedroom, and he set his backpack down and then turned to face his dad who had stomached so much yet failed he hadn’t done enough right by his son to heal the mutual pain.

"How was your evening with Drew?" he asked.

"It was cool," and Jeff’s eyes darted away. Chase’s hands rested on his son’s left shoulder; Jeff turned to meet his concerned eyes again. "We were making," the teen said to him even if an admonished rant were to follow.

"I know son," Chase responded with a collected air Jeff was at a loss to react to. Then he hugged his son again. "It's OK, sport."

Chase excused himself and in two minutes returned and handed his son a fresh hot mug of coffee. It tasted so good. Jeff’s mouth was dry and being out in the life-sapping cold weather he was beyond thirsty. When he had finished the coffee, he undressed and stepped into the shower. His father prepared a second cup of joe and handed it to Jeff when he came out and got dressed for the night. The teen stretched out on the king-size bed while he drank it and told his dad about the evening (though excluding the dirty details). Chase reached out and clasped Jeff’s shoulder as he regarded his dad with a trustworthy shine, and they talked. When the coffee was finished, the mild-mannered vet reached out and pulled Jeff into his arms, whispering words of prideful love, and hugging him deep. Jeff responded to the embrace warmly as he used to before the move, loving the feel of his father’s comforting and familiar hands on his body, arching against him, reclaiming something of the happiness he thought was lost.

After they parted their “good nights” Jeff settled into bed, still unable to force what had happened between him and Drew out of mind. He grinned recounting how Drew’s touches became more insistent, and he turned onto his back and opened his legs, inviting in fantasy for Drew to take him again. The stocky boy was positioning himself above Jeff as he entered him with one clean stroke and buried himself in the lanky one. They made love as if it were the first time, hot and rebellious, rekindling their love as they rose to the most incredible of heights together. Finally, spent, Jeff laid flat panting while envisioning their arms still around each other and they fell asleep intertwined. Just before his eyes closed in sleep, he noticed the clock. Midnight ... while it had been something of a creepy night…it was one he had no regrets over