To Be Young

Patrick sat at his new desk feeling oh so proud that his parents would buy him such an extravagant piece of furniture for his thirteenth birthday. This desk wasn't your average everyday $69.95 special from Home Depot. This was a fine piece of pine furniture from Ethan Allen. God only knows how much they paid for it. Organizing the desk contents for umpteenth time in the last few hours, his mind wandered.

So many things are changing every day it seems. Even my voice has changed. All the kids and some of the teachers at school say I sound like a man. I guess they're right. I'm getting hair everywhere! And my dick is hard again! Christ! What's with that? I'm just sitting here, feeling happy and stuff and BANGO! My dick gets hard again.

The sun was setting that late April Friday and Patrick stood to turn on his new desk lamp. Leaning over the massive desk his crotch accidentally rubbed against it, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. The phone rang downstairs and in a few moments his mom shouted up the stairs, "Patrick, Matt is on the phone."

"Okay, mom. I'll be right down," He shouted back. Now if only my pecker would go down he thought. Reaching his hand into his pants he searched for some comfortable way to rearrange himself before he went downstairs.

Walking downstairs, Patrick expected that Matt would call. He had known Matt for about four years, ever since my first day at school in third grade after moving from the city. He hated living in the apartment in the city. He was scared to death to start at the new school. All of those eyes watching him. All of those whispers, probably about him. Matt was really nice though. During recess, they stayed together and talked for the whole 40 minutes during kickball. From that day on, they seemed to spend almost every day together.

"Hi, Matt." Patrick said.

"Hey Patrick, whatchya doin?"

"Nothin. Just upstairs sitting at my desk."

"Ya wanna do something tonight?"

"Sure. I don't think I can go very far though. Do you wanna come over here? I'll ask my mom if you can sleepover." Patrick said tapping his mom on the shoulder while she washed the dishes. She nodded and Patrick said, "Yeah, it's cool."

"Okay, I'll meet you by the school in about ten minutes."

"I'll be there."

"Cool. See ya in a few." Matt said.

"Bye." Patrick said hanging up the phone. "Mom I'm gonna ride over to the school and wait for Matt, okay."

"Right there and right back, Patrick." She said. "It's gonna be dark soon. Watch yourself crossing streets."

"Yeah, mom." He said, a bit annoyed at the reminder and headed down the basement to get his bike. In moments he was out the back cellar steps and peddling the back streets towards the school. Where the hell was he gonna go at 13? Rob a bank?

As usual, Matt was a few minutes before he got to the school. Patrick saw him coming up the street and went down to meet him.

"Hey bud. I got some comics and stuff. We can do some drawing tonight." Matt said.

"Cool. I've got some stuff I copied out of MAD magazine. It's pretty funny." Patrick laughed.

"Hehee! The way you draw, I'll bet they're funny."

"Shut up!" Patrick shouted and laughed.

They got back to Patrick's house, put the bikes away in the basement and stayed down there drawing on the floor. When they got bored with drawing they worked on a model car Patrick was building. Patrick's mom came down the basement to finish some laundry and said. "Wrap it up for the night boys, it's bed time."

"Aw mom, what time is it?" Patrick whined.

"It's after ten." She hollered over the sound of the dryer. "You guys will be up half the night anyway. Get washed up and into your PJ's"

"Ok, as soon as Matt finishes painting his fingers we'll be right up." Patrick laughed.

"Very funny." Matt giggled. "Your gonna get it."

"Yeah, right." Patrick said. Matt' at least 25 pounds lighter than I am. I must be at least 3 inches taller.

They finished up the painting and washed their hands off in the kitchen sink. Patrick said goodnight to his parents as he led Matt upstairs past the living room. There was no response from either of them. They're watching some movie on TV. Matt grabbed his bag and followed upstairs.

When they got to the bedroom Patrick turned on the lights and closed the door. Matt put his bag down on the bed and began emptying the contents. Patrick took the spare blankets and pillows out of his closet and tossed them on the floor.

"It's been a while since you spent the night." Patrick said taking his shirt off and walking over to the dresser.

"Yeah. Around Christmas time wasn't it?" Matt asked. Looking at Patrick he barely recognized him. He looked a lot older than 13. More like 15 at least. He took off his shirt and undershirt dropping them to the floor. "I, on the other hand barely look 13." He thought.

Patrick bent over and took his pajama bottoms out of the bottom dresser drawer. "I think so." He said walking over to the bed looking at Matt. Matt was looking so good these days. His hair is long and curly brown and he's got that cute little bit of hair starting to darken on his upper lip. I can barely believe he'd want to be around me sometimes.

For a few moments the two boys stood there looking at each other, as if they hadn't ever gotten changed in front of each other before. They had, of course. Probably dozens of times since they met. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly they saw something more, something desirable. The air got thick and very warm as they watched each other take off their jeans. They had on plain white BVD briefs that did little to hide the erections underneath.

"Err... umm... sorry, dude." Patrick said and turned crimson red.

"Yeah, me too. I wasn't thinking about anything, honest. Just that you look so different lately." Matt said in self-defense slipping on his pajamas.

"You look different too ya know." Patrick said putting on his pajama bottoms. "The mustache, the broad shoulders..."

"No, not me," Matt interrupted, "I still look like a little kid. You look great!"

"Nah! Not me man. I'm just big and fat. I can't get my stomach as flat as yours." Patrick argued spreading open a blanket on the floor and turning on the small TV.

"You're not fat! Nowhere on you is there any fat except maybe between your ears. Your all muscle, buddy." Matt said picking up the other blanket. He watched Patrick walk over to the new desk and get a deck of cards out. He was proceeding as he has every other sleepover. They would watch TV, play cards and talk until they finally fell asleep.

Why then am I so nervous to be near him? Why do I want to touch him and be touched by him?

Patrick sat Indian style on the blankets and shuffled the cards. He looked at Matt and nodded for him to sit down. The pajama top draped off Matt, hiding his best features and he wanted him to take it off. How can I tell him to take it off? How can I tell him I want to touch him? He'd definitely think I'm some kind of fag. Matt sat down and Patrick dealt the first hand of Gin Rummy.

They played the first hand silently, awkwardly glancing at each other from time to time. Matt won the first hand and took off his shirt. Patrick grinned from ear to ear. He didn't have to say a word and he could sneak glances at Matt's gorgeous abs, chest and shoulders.

Matt dealt the cards and asked, "Whatchya grinning at?"

Patrick blushed and had to think fast. "Umm... well, you painting your fingers before. Your finders are still green."

"Yeah, well and maybe soon I'll start growing hair on them like a Werewolf!" Matt laughed.

Patrick couldn't believe what Matt had said. "Oh hairy hands huh? I guess I know what you've been up to!" He laughed.

Matt laughed along, "Like you never! I'll bet your at it ten or twenty times a day!"

"Christ! It would fall off!" Patrick exclaimed through garbled hysterics.

The laughter died down suddenly when Patrick's mom opened the door walked into the room. "Keep it down boys. We're going to bed now." She said and closed the door behind her.

Patrick got up to lock the door and Matt noticed his tented pajamas. "Hey, Patrick?" Matt whispered as much out of fear than the late hour.

"Yeah?"

"How often do you... you know?"

"Honest?" Patrick asked sitting back down on the blanket.

"Yeah. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Kinda like truth or dare without the dare." Matt answered.

Patrick's brain was reeling. What was considered enough? What was too much? "Twice, sometimes 3 times." He said.

"A week?" Matt asked, shocked.

"Umm a day." Patrick said looking down somewhat ashamed of what he had admitted. He didn't see the relief in Matt's face when he said, "Yeah me too."

Patrick's eyes searched Matt's face for some lie or hidden purpose. Matt could see Patrick visibly trembling. Matt was a little bit scared but he wasn't trembling. "You didn't think it was normal or something?" Matt asked.

"Nope. All I know is what I learn from talk at school and with friends." Patrick answered.

"Oh, man." Matt said in disbelief.

"Yeah, there's so many things I don't really understand. Like why I'm hard as a rock almost all day and why I'm hard now? And why when I look at you do I..." Patrick trailed off and looked down again.

"Do you what?" Matt asked.

"I want to touch you, Matt. I guess it's kinda wrong, but I do." Patrick whispered.

Matt moved beside his best friend and hugged him. "It's okay. I want to touch you too. We're touching now." He said squeezing Patrick's large muscular frame.

Patrick felt relieved and looked at his friend grinning. "Yeah we are. It feels nice too."

Matt looked at Patrick. Their eyes met and locked while their arms became intertwined. Patrick traced a finger around Matt's jaw and around his ear. Matt closed his eyes and sighed at the magical feeling his buddy's light touch created within him. When he opened his eyes again Patrick's face was inches from his. Matt tilted his head slightly and leaned forward to press his lips against Patrick's.

It wasn't a long kiss, but it led directly to a second. Patrick opened his mouth slightly and licked around Matt's lower lip. He had no idea why he did it. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted to taste his lips. He tasted good too.

Matt's lips parted and his tongue slipped softly over Patrick's. Matt was so encompassed by the powerful sensations that he became putty in Patrick's strong arms. Leaning back, he lay down and pulled Patrick down over him then on top of him. Matt's hands became a blur of activity across Patrick's back, memorizing every muscle and square inch of skin.

Patrick involuntarily pushed his throbbing groin down onto Matt's. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have Matt's clothed erection slide smoothly next to his own. Breaking the kiss he gasped for air smiling down at Matt. He rolled off of Matt and ran his hand across the smooth, tight abs he had admired.

Matt giggled endlessly at Patrick's touch. He reached over and slowly slid his hand down into Patrick's underwear, marveling at the silky texture of his erection. Matt couldn't wait to see it and started tugging Patrick's pajamas off. Patrick giggled at Matt's sudden aggressiveness while lifting his but and allowing his clothes to be removed. As soon as they where off, he pushed Matt down and pulled his PJ's off. For a short while they compared each other's size and stroked each other lovingly, occasionally grabbing a quick kiss. For hours that night they delighted in the pleasures they could give to one another.