Archive-name: Changes/specfrn1.txt Archive-author: The Armor Plated Wombat Archive-title: Two Special Friends - 1 - In the Beginning =============================================================== Copyright 1992, The Armor Plated Wombat . All rights reserved. License is hereby granted to republish on electronic media for which no fees are charged (except for the media used), so long as the text of this copyright notice and license are attached intact to any and all republished portion or portions. =============================================================== Chapter 1: The Beginning It is said that if fate requires that two people meet, then they will meet, even if a thousand miles of mountains stand between them. This must be true, for as we shall see, even the more impervious barrier of different social classes did not stop Paul and Tim from becoming special friends. Paul was the son of two lawyers (thereby proving that not all lawyers are bastards) and while the family were not millionaires, they lived a very comfortable life. Paul went to the upper class public school in his neighborhood. He did reasonable well at his studies and excelled at wrestling. Being able to overpower much larger opponents by a combination of stealth and grace had earned him the place as team captain and the admiration of the other students in the school. Unfortunately, not everyone can be so lucky. Tim lived on the wrong side of town in a rundown public housing apartment. His mother supported them both by working two office cleaning jobs and so they made enough to get by, but without many luxuries. But Tim was blessed with an extremely quick mind and his mother constantly urged him to develop it as much as he could. When Paul's high school started a program to bring gifted students into the school from the surrounding area, Tim's academic record won him a spot in the program. And thus the saga begins. One of Paul's weakest subjects was chemistry and it was a constant struggle for him to keep his grades up so that he could stay on the wrestling team. Chemistry lab experiments never seemed to go quite right, and if the teacher hadnUt given him a great deal of credit for trying, he would have been in serious trouble. On this day, Paul was running out of time as he struggled to finish the experiment before the period was over. The test tube contents was bubbling furiously over the Bunsen burner, but it refused to change to the proper color. It just sat there, a defiantly boiling brown goo. As Paul turned to the book to see what he had missed, he saw a hand with an eye dropper moving in on his experiment. Before he could turn, the eye dropper reached its mark and deposited its contents in the test tube. The contents immediately turned a vile shade of green, which was exactly the desired result. As Paul completed his turn, he came face to face with a young boy with an slightly worried expression. "I'm sorry", Tim apologized, "you almost had it but if it had boiled for a bit longer it would have been ruined, I hope you don't mind my helping". Paul replied, "Gee thanks, I had no idea how to finish it up and I really need to do better in chemistry." A discussion began about the wrestling team while they cleaned up the benches, removing everything but the test tube with the final results in it, which was saved to be checked later by the teacher. Chapter 2: The Link On their way to their next class, Paul and Tim walked together. The were physically similar, except that wrestling had made Paul a bit stockier and Tim was slightly taller. However, outward appearances made them seem more different than they really were. Paul had an expensive designer flannel shirt on, unbuttoned half way down to expose a heavy silk tee shirt. He also had a matching pair of silk boxer shorts lying hidden under the corduroy button fly pants. A blue Nordic style cardigan with eight metal button resembling coins completed the look. As they strode down the corridor, many girl's heads turned to watch his athletic posterior move supplely under the expensive pants. Unfortunately, while Tim's wardrobe was within the bounds of decency, it lacked any style or grace. A faded set of sweats, consisting of a zippered hooded jacket and pull on sweat pants was combined with a well worn tee shirt. Money had many more important uses at Tim's home then the purchase of expensive clothes. But Tim felt a certain sense of style from being next to Paul. As they got to the point where their paths diverged Tim felt an impending sense of loss. As he turned to Paul to say goodbye, a small misjudgment (or perhaps it was the fulfillment of an unconscious desire) caused Tim's hand to end up inside Paul's shirt at the base of the vee where the shirt opened. His hand felt the expensive silk on one side and the flannel on the other side, both fabrics warmed by Paul's young body. Tim froze, too embarrassed to move, but after a few seconds he struggled to meet Paul's gaze and apologize for the intimate contact. When his eye's met Paul's, what they saw was understanding and a mutual yearning for the kind of physical contact that young men are not supposed to have. "I know", Paul whispered, "it feels good to me too". Just then, the approach of a group of students shattered the moment, but the link between Tim and Paul had been formed. Over the next few months Tim and Paul grew to be real good friends. Paul's grades improved as Tim helped him study and Tim got stronger and filled out a bit as Paul coached him in various physical sports. As Tim filled out, he looked more and more like Paul. They didn't talk about their first moment together, but when it was private they sat more closely together than was usual for two teenage boys, and there was a good deal of casual bodily contact as the moved around. Chapter 3: When the Cat's Away Paul had been raised to be a responsible, self reliant boy, so it was not unheard of for him to be left alone for a few days when his parents had to go out of town together. On this occasion, his parents had to leave for the weekend. Since Paul had been alone a good deal over the past few months, Paul's mother suggested he have a friend over for the weekend. Paul agreed, and immediately made arrangements for Tim to spend the weekend with him. Friday night, Tim got off the bus and walked the last half block to Paul's house, arriving just as Paul's parents were leaving the driveway. They waved to Tim as they drove off. Tim proceeded up the walkway and rang the bell. Paul answered the door, and Tim got a mild shock, for Paul was wearing exactly the same outfit that he had on the first day they met. "Come on in ", Paul said, "there's a great SF movie on and then we can listen to some music and talk a bit". They amused themselves for a few hours and then it began to get late. Paul suggested that they head up to bed. A cot had been prepared for Tim, but Paul shoved it aside, stating that the bed was plenty big enough for two. First Paul kicked his shoes off. Then Paul slowly unbuttoned his sweater and then cast it off, letting it land in a heap on the floor. He then unbuttoned his shirt until he reached his waist, where he stopped to unbuckle his belt. He then unbuttoned his fly and let go of his pants, which allowed them to drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them and pushed them next to his sweater with his foot. Then he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off into the growing pile. Now clad only in the silk underwear, he stopped and stretched a bit. As he leaned backwards, his penis became more sharply defined under the silk boxers. It was somewhat larger than normal, no doubt stimulated by the contact during his undressing and the soft rubbing performed by the silk as he stretched. He lifted the silk undershirt over his head and then unbuttoned the waistband and one button fly of the shorts. Adding both items to the pile, he turned to the dresser and extracted a pair of cranberry silk pajamas. Stepping into the pajama pants, he buttoned the fly and waistband. Then he slipped on the coat and fastened its four buttons. Turning back to the bed he saw that Tim was already in bed. Having removed his sweat outfit and tee shirt, Tim had decided to sleep only in his underpants. The sweat outfit waited neatly folded on a chair, awaiting its owners return. As they both lay in bed, they talked about the movie, school, and other things. Finally, as they both grew tired, Paul announced that he was going to sleep, "Until somebody holds a mirror under my nose to see if I'm still breathing". Further remarking that he was almost impossible to wake up until he was ready, he turned away from Tim and was soon fast asleep. But sleep did not come so easily for Tim, the combination of strange surroundings and Paul's close presence kept him awake. Also, the constricting feeling of his underwear (it was a bit small, since he had filled out a little) irritated him. He used his hands to push his underpants down to his knees and then kicked them free from there. As he lay there and thought about all of luxury Paul enjoyed, he felt a strange yearning grow inside him. He was also a bit cold, since he had only the blanket to keep him warm. Slowly, he slid over to Paul's side of the bed and gradually (so as not to wake Paul) worked his way up against him, so that soon they were like two spoons, side by side, his penis positioned in the crack of Paul's ass. The smooth feeling of the silk against his skin and the extra warmth made Tim comfortable enough to sleep. Draping his free arm over Paul's side, he pulled Paul in toward him. Paul responded by snuggling up against Tim and gradually, Tim fell asleep. Small things can awaken you in the dead of night and so when Tim awakened a while later, he was not immediately aware of what had disturbed him. He felt the touch of warm skin on the hand he had touching Paul and after a bit of gentle exploration he discovered that the top button of Paul's coat was open, and his hand was gently touching his chest. Suddenly, Tim remembered a dream (or was it a dream) where he had been hugging Paul as he slept and playing with the buttons on his pajamas. As Tim lay there and idea began to form, he wanted to try on Paul's sleepwear. He tried to resist the temptation, but it grew and grew until it was too much to resist. He snuggled even closer to Paul and slowly began to unbutton Paul's pajama coat. After each button was unfastened and more of Paul's soft young skin was exposed, Tim caressed it gently. Finally the coat was completely open and Tim lay there for some time, petting Paul's exposed chest and stomach. Then Tim's hand went lower and found the waistband of the pajama bottoms. First the two buttons of the waistband were released and then Tim's hand crept under the silk and timidly touched Paul's penis. Slowly growing bolder, Tim stroked the penis until it was about twice its normal size. Then, getting on with business, he unbuttoned the four buttons of the fly. Then he had to get Paul out of the coat and pants, so he positioned Paul on his stomach, gently rocking him from side to side so that he could ease the two parts of the front of the coat from under Paul's body. Then he placed Paul's hands behind his back and slid the coat off his sleeping form. The pants were a bit harder, but with a little gentle rolling and lifting they were soon off as well. Getting out of bed, he walked to where a mirror was fastened to the wall, next to the half open bathroom door. Light spilled out from the doorway, since the light had been left on to guide him in these unfamiliar surroundings. Bending down, he first lifted one leg and then the other as he slipped the pants on. As he fastened each button of the fly, his hands pressed back against his own penis. It grew bigger and more rigid with each touch and by the time he had fastened the waist band it was fully extended, pressing up against the silk like a caged python. He then slipped on the coat and moved slowly around as he buttoned it up, letting the silk caress his chest and back. Suddenly, realizing he was about to come, he raced for the bathroom and quickly unbuttoned the pajama bottoms. Directing his seed into the toilet, he shuddered with pleasure as he stroked his penis and each new ejaculation sent a wave of sensation through him. Finally, after he had spent his load, he took a washcloth and carefully cleaned his member (after all, the pajamas were not his). The feel of warm wet washcloth was pleasant, and as he moved and the silk and terry both touched his body, he was amazed to see that he was starting to come again. He spent quite a long time in the bathroom, alternately ejaculating and washing, until finally he was spent for the night. He tiptoed back into the bedroom and got back into the bed. Sliding up against Paul's now naked form, he started to cuddle in preparation for sleep. Getting a sudden inspiration, he unbuttoned the pajama coat and opened it so that his chest could press against against Paul's back without the intervening silk. Draping the free half of the open coat over Paul's side and holding it in place by putting his arm around Paul, Tim went back to sleep. Chapter 4: Clothes Make the Man When dawn broke, Tim awoke and lay there for awhile, thinking. He decided to get dressed and take a walk outside while Paul slept until he awakened naturally. Deciding it was too risky to dress Paul, he quickly took off the pajamas and left them folded on the foot of the bed. He stood naked, staring at his clothes lying folded on the chair. Though he had worn similar clothes all his life, his first experience with silk had made him aware that there are better things in life. As his gaze wandered around the room, he noticed the pile of Paul's clothes lying discarded on the floor. Slowly moving over to the pile, he picked up the silk boxer shorts and held them close to his face. Inhaling deeply, all he noticed was a faint musky odor which was not at all unpleasant, in fact it reminded him of Paul. He reached down and picked up the rest of Paul's clothes and carried them over to the chair where his own clothes lay. Contemptuously sweeping his own clothes onto the floor, he sat down to place his legs in the boxer shorts. Then he slowly pulled them up his legs as he stood up, enjoying the slithering sensation as the silk rubbed along his legs. He then buttoned the waistband and fly. Then he picked up the silk tee shirt and holding it over his head, slowly eased it onto his body, shifting slightly from side to side in order to tease every last possible drop of enjoyment from the experience. Next it was time to put the shirt on. He slid it on slowly, enjoying the feel of the slightly fuzzy flannel cloth as it rubber his arms. When it was in place, he buttoned the cuffs and then started buttoning the front, checking the look in the mirror after each button. A little more than half way up, he decided that he had gone too far and unbuttoned the last button, leaving the shirt half way open. Next he slipped on the corduroy pants, and buttoned up the fly, once again pressing against his penis with every movement. When he had finished, he looked in the mirror and then suddenly reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button of the fly. Though this did not show very much on the outside, it gave him an intense momentary thrill as he thought of going outside dressed in this way. Then he quickly dressed in his own socks and sneakers and was almost ready. Lifting the blue Nordic sweater, he eased it on and buttoned it up until the open vee of the sweater matched the open vee of the shirt. Then he backed off one button, so that you could see both the shirt and sweater surrounding a lustrous patch of creamy white silk. Stepping over to where Paul was sleeping, he kneeled down and gently kissed Paul on the lips. Then he slid the blankets down from his shoulder to just below his waist and move down to Paul's midsection. He gently kissed Paul's penis and then held it briefly in his mouth, enjoying the sensation as the soft flesh stiffed against his tongue as he sucked slowly on it for a moment. Then he slowly stood up, placed the blanket back on Paul and left the room. When Tim got outside it was still a bit nippy, since the sun had just come up. The street was deserted, and he walked alone. He felt more at home now, since he was dressed suitably for this part of town. As he walked down the street and his clothes slid gently back and forth along his skin he felt himself to be in a constant state of mild arousal. As he walked and dreamed of the day he would live here because of he had succeeded, he lost track of time. Chapter 5: A Chance Encounter Suddenly, he heard quick steps behind him and before he could turn around he heard someone run up behind. With a cry of "Hi Paul", two hands reached around him from behind and reached under his open shirt. He reached up and disentangled himself and then turned around. It was Cindy, out for her morning jog. When she saw his face she became a little flustered and said, "Oh Tim, I didn't know it was you". She then complimented him on his clothes and gave him a few gentle probes in the chest, as if she was checking the fit of his new wardrobe. As her eyes glanced down for a minute, she saw the bottom button of his pants fly (which he had left undone) peeking out. She said, "Your fly doesn't look quite right". Blushing, Tim reached to fix it but Cindy stopped him and said she would do it. She then reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his fly. "There ", she said, "Now its symmetrical". Tim got into the spirit of things and unbuttoned the next bottom button and then Cindy undid the next top one. Now only the belt, waistband button, and middle fly button were holding Tim's pants closed. Cindy then moved out of turn and unbuttoned the final fly button. As she toyed with the edges of his fly, she said "I win, where's my prize". Tim replied "It's inside". Cindy reached inside and found the single fly button on his silk boxers. She open them and slid her hand inside, following Tim's stiffening cock back to its base, and stroking it a few times with her fingers. Suddenly excited, Tim reached for her and held her close. "Not here", Cindy cried softly, "There's a better place". Chapter 6: The Secret Place She led him across a lawn to where the border of the local woods was located. Plunging in among the trees, they came to a path that soon opened onto a small clearing. In a hollow tree was a plastic bag, from which Cindy extracted a blanket to place upon the ground. Motioning for Tim to get down on it, she straddled him while kneeling. For the first time, Tim paid attention to what she was wearing. It was a grey polarfleece jacket with blue nylon tape running down the front which held the twelve snaps that fastened the jacket. At the top the collar was rolled over on itself to form a kind of turtleneck. She also had pants of the same fabric, but with the tape running down both outside seams and eighteen snaps to hold the leg side seams together. As Cindy bent down to kiss him he reached up and began to unsnap her collar. He continued down the front of the jacket until it was open below her breasts, at which point she stopped him. "Not until I get my prize", she said. She moved around to where she could remove his shoes. Then she moved back up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his waistband. Then she eased his pants down slowly and removed them. Going back up again, she unbuttoned the waist band of his boxers and slipped them off also. Tim didn't feel like he should take all this passively, so when an opportunity presented itself, he used a wrestling hold Paul had showed him to get Cindy pinned under him. She pretended to struggle but was secretly pleased at the turn of events. He now continued to unsnap her jacket, which revealed that there was nothing else underneath it. Once he had the jacket undone, he spread it open and gazed at her young, taunt, runner's body. Wanting to learn more, he placed his hands on each side of her pant's waistband and undid the first snaps holding the seam together. As he undid each successive snap, he rolled the fabric released into a tight roll, in order to keep it out of the way. Once he had revealed all of her panties he stopped to examine them. They were light blue silk and were designed to be snugged up by tightening a cord that ran back and forth across the front. He undid the bow that fastened the cord and was then easily able to slide the pants and panties down over her thighs. They made love for quite some time and after it was over Tim lay on the blanket, completely spent. He heard Cindy say, "Here, help me get you dressed". So as she slid the underwear on he moved around in order to assist her. It felt a bit different than it had that morning, and when he moved his hand down to touch them, he discovered that he was not wearing his underwear, but Cindy's panties. "Something to remember me by", Cindy cooed, as she tied the string. She then helped him into his pants and in no time there was no visible evidence of their morning of adventure. Cindy finished fastening her own clothes and then took a moment to kiss Tim softly. "It was nice", she said, "be sure to call me soon". She then continued her jogging, leaving Tim standing in the clearing. Chapter 7: The Capture The walk back to Paul's house was uneventful, which was just as well, since Tim was in a partial daze. When he returned, he walked quietly back into the room with the intent of undressing and getting back in bed, so that he would not have to explain what he was doing in Paul's clothes. But when he came within sight of the bed, Paul was lying on his side propped up on one elbow, wearing a pair of yellow silk pajamas, with the coat unfastened. Tim noticed the outline of Paul's penis under the silk, stretching it out almost like his had done in the early hours of the morning. Paul said, "You look real good in that outfit, why don't you keep it, I've got lots more stuff". Tim went over to Paul and without saying a word and started to ease his fingers under the waistband of Paul's pants. He then slowly unbuttoned the waistband, which caused the tip of Paul's penis to stick out, as if it was curious about what was going on. Tim then bent down and kissed the tip which made it grow even bigger. Then Tim undid each button of the fly, pausing between buttons to trace patterns on the newly exposed flesh with his finger. Paul had laid back down and was mostly quiet, except for the occasional shudder. When everything was undone, Tim turned away, pretending that he was going to leave. Paul suddenly erupted and and brought Tim down on the bed and then straddled Tim while on his knees, holding Tim's thighs immobile. In this position, Paul's straining cock was almost touching Tim's crotch. Paul started to undress Tim, first unbuttoning the sweater and shirt to expose more of the silk undershirt. Tim would occasionally struggle and each time he did so, Paul would stop undressing him and caress him through the silk until his struggles subsided. Then Paul started to work on the pants, unbuckling the belt and then slowly unbuttoning the waistband and fly. Between each button, he stopped to run his fingers around the outline of the cloth, which clearly showed the size of Tim's straining member. After the pants were unbuttoned, he spread them open as wide as possible. Then he finished unbuttoning Tim's shirt and moved it out of the way. As he was admiring the view, he noticed a small length of blue silk cord running up under the tee shirt. He curiously pulled the tee shirt up to Tim's stomach and revealed Cindy's panties. "What's this", he cried, "these look like Cindy's, what's the story here?". Chapter 8: Mom's Closet After Tim told him Paul spent a moment fingering the light blue woman's silk panties that Tim was wearing. "You know", Paul said, "if you like silk panties, I know of something that you will like even better. Get your clothes off and I'll show you". Paul stood up and as he did so his pajama pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he shrugged the unbuttoned coat off. Meanwhile, Tim was quickly removing his clothes and when he stood up, there was nothing to be seen but smooth soft skin. Paul motioned for Tim to go ahead of him and as Tim passed, Paul got him in a half nelson and used the other hand to cover Tim's eyes. Knowing better that to try and beat Paul at wrestling, Tim went where he was led. The trip was uneventful except for the one time he was led gently up against a wall, with his head and hips pressing against it. For a brief time, Paul's rigid penis probed the crack in Tim's ass and he experienced a number of pleasant sensations as Paul's rod explored his ass gently. Paul was too afraid of hurting Tim to attempt penetration, so after a few more rubs along the crack, their journey continued. It ended when Tim was guided to a bed and told to sit down on it. When Tim was released, he saw that they were in what must be Paul's parents bedroom. As Paul opened his mother's closet, Tim was suddenly reminded of the close resemblance that Paul bore to his mother. She was a compact, athletic woman and at this stage in his growth Paul was very close to her size and general build. Of course, this meant that Tim had the same general build as Paul's mother, since he was so close to Paul. Paul selected several hangers from the familiar contents of the closet, which were obscured by dry cleaning bags. He laid these on the bed next to Tim and then started to rummage through the dresser drawers. Selecting two items, he threw them on the bed. Tim examined them and found them to be two panties of heavy silk, unremarkable in design except for a six button and loop closure running down the front. Paul took one of the panties and with some help from Tim, slid them up over Tim's legs to his waist and then gently fastened them. He then quickly put on the other pair of panties, but only fastened the top button, so that his penis poked out a bit from the opening. He then started to remove the clothing from their plastic wrappings. First he unwrapped a pair of soft tan cashmere pants which had six buttons running down both sides to close them. He next unwrapped a off white sleeveless cashmere sweater which has a twenty button and loop closure running down the front. Finally, a red cashmere sweater with eight pairs of buttons arranged down the front opening was revealed. Paul left all these on the bed for Tim to examine while he returned to the closet and pulled out a three quarter length mink coat. Since he knew from previous experience that the lining was tough enough to stand it, he turned the sleeves inside out and put on the coat with the fur side inward. Returning to the bed he found Tim touching the sweaters and wondering at their marvelous softness. Instructing Tim to lay back, he then rubbed one of the red sweater sleeves along the insides of Tim's thighs, while Tim rocked and moaned softly in response to the sensation. After some time had passed, Paul coaxed Tim back into an upright position and then moved behind him. He slipped the sleeveless sweater over Tim's arms and onto his shoulders. Moving back around front, he slowly buttoned the sweater, stopping every few buttons to either nuzzle the bare skin still exposed or run his hands under the open edges so that he felt the cashmere on one side of his hand and Tim on the other. When the sweater was finally closed, he kissed Tim tenderly on the lips as Tim sat with his eyes closed, awash in pleasurable sensations. Paul then picked up the cashmere pants and bending down, placed Tim's legs in the waist opening. He moved them up the legs slowly, gently pressing them against the flesh. After a minute or so, he had reached the point where Tim had to rise up slightly while Paul coaxed the pants over Tim's buttocks. He then tucked in the sweater and buttoned the pants. Finally he eased the red sweater over Tim's arms and then started to button the sweater. As he watched the red sweater cover up the white cashmere he decided to stop about one third up. He also unbuttoned the white cashmere sweater until it was about one third open. This made a compelling fashion statement, as the colors progressed from red to white to flesh. Tim then stood up and grasped Paul around the waist under the mink coat. While he hugged Paul his head nestled in the mink collar and his pelvis rubbed up against Paul. The cashmere rubbed against Paul's penis through the panty opening and his member quickly swelled greatly. Feeling this, Tim dropped one hand to Paul's buttocks and slipped it under the panties, gently fingered the crack in his ass, going so far at to gently press against the rim of Paul's anus. He continued this until Paul shouted, "Enough". They broke apart just before Paul climaxed, sending a shower of his juice onto the tile floor. While Paul lay back down on the bed to recover, Tim went to get a wet rag from the bathroom and returned to clean up the mess. When he was finished he went back to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth which he used to clean Paul. Now it was his turn, so Tim went to the closet and tried to find something suitable for Paul to wear. A shimmer of grey caught his eye and he selected a silk blouse which was fairly conservative in cut with a few feminine touches. It had seven sets of four buttons arranged in little squares and an attached strip of material designed to be tied in a bow around the collar. Searching further, he found a soft dark grey jumper which started buttoning around midstomach and finished at the hem about six inches from the ground. There was a matching waist length jacket which was somewhat military in appearance. Tim returned to the bed with his booty and coaxed Paul to a sitting position. He slipped the blouse on Paul and started to fasten the buttons. As each square was completed he made sure to stroke Paul along the back and front in order to heighten his pleasure. As he finished buttoning the collar he grasped the ends of the strip of fabric and tried to tie a bow. After several attempts he succeeded in tying it correctly. As he looked at Paul, he began to see a softer, more feminine person than he had before. In order to keep his concentration, he told Paul to get up. He reached down and fastened the opening of Paul's panties and then slipped the jumper on Paul. Starting at the top, he buttoned the jumper and finished eight buttons later at the bottom. He then slipped the jacket on Paul and buttoned the two button waistband tab and three of the four buttons up the jacket's front. Chapter 9: The Journey Once they were dressed, the question was what to do next. Since they had been in the house all day, Paul suggested they go for a drive. His car had tinted windows and so no one would be able to see them. He was sure that once out in the country they could find a place to enjoy themselves in the fresh air without being bothered. They packed a picnic basket with various goodies, including a couple of bottles of a sweet desert wine. They then loaded up the car and set out on the road. The car had cruise control and held the road well, so that once they were on the interstate the drive did not occupy much of Paul's attention. He asked Tim to remove his seatbelt and come over next to him. At the same time he unbuckled his seatbelt. Tim laid down across the seat, with his head in Paul's lap. In this position Paul could easily reach Tim's stomach with his right hand, and if he leaned over a bit he could reach Tim's crotch. Keeping his eyes on the road, his right hand explored the warm soft territory of Tim. Coming to the point where the red sweater was buttoned, he slowly released each button he came to, with a long , slow caress between the red and white sweaters between each unbuttoning. When he got to the last button, he flicked the sweater open and leaning over a little, proceeded to work on one of the side fastenings of Tim's slacks. He opened three buttons to loosen them and then slid his hand under the waistband, hiking up the white sweater's tails so that he could unbutton the silk panties. He then removed his hand and gave Tim's a quick pat, pushing it up against the cashmere. He then said, "the rest is up to you, Tim", and placed his hand in his lap. Tim lay there in a half doze and intermittently stroked his penis in order to rub it against the soft cloth. Eventually, he fell asleep. Paul drove on for another hour until he reached a turnoff for a secluded spot he really liked. Engaging the four wheel drive, he drove down the rough dirt road until it ended in a secluded clearing. He pulled off the road and shut off the car's engine. They had arrived. Chapter 10: The Picnic Looking at Tim, peacefully dozing in his lap, Paul mused on how to wake him. First he leaned over and slipped a hand into Tim's slacks in order to refasten the panties. Then he closed the slacks. Bringing his hand up, he placed it directly over Tim's heart, rubbing the soft cloth against Tim and gradually increasing the pressure until Tim opened his eyes. "Going to let me do all the work", Paul teased, "Get your butt out of the car and help me unload". Quick to spot a pun, Tim replied, "I thought you had unloaded enough for one day already". Moving quickly up and out of the car he easily avoided Paul's half hearted swing at him. They set up their picnic under a tree with blankets and the basket, and were soon consuming the goodies they had brought. It was not what you would call a balanced diet, for Paul had chosen food to compliment the sweet desert wine, so there was a good deal of cheese, including an entire cheese cake. There was also some fruit and some cold cuts. The boys ate with gusto, alternating bites of food with large sips of the rich red wine. They were well into their repast when they were suddenly surprised. Chapter 11: The Young Warriors The two young warriors, dressed in pseudo combat fatigues and carrying replica M-16s burst from the underbrush into the picnic site that Paul and Tim had chosen. For a moment, the two young warriors were confused, because with the combination of the longish hair and clothes it was difficult for a stranger to tell either Tim's or Paul's sex. Thinking quickly, Paul used a rather high pitched voice to invite them over. After a short conversation he invited the boys to have a snack and since they were hungry from playing all day, they quickly agreed. He poured each of them a large glass of the desert wine and each of then took a small sip. They stood there with quizzical expressions on their faces, but in a bit their boyish love of sweets overcame their caution and they finished the wine. To keep them there longer, Tim offered them some cheesecake and as they started to eat, he suggested that they take small bites to make it last longer. When they were about half way finished, both their forks and plates started to waver. Paul and Tim lunged for the plates and got them just as the boys collapsed, overcome by the potent wine. Their heads hung forward as they sat cross legged on the picnic blanket. Tim and Paul each took a boy and a blanket and arranged themselves, sitting up with their back against the tree and the boy in their lap. For some time they just sat there, listening to the boys breath and enjoying the warmth from their bodies. Then Tim became bolder and lowered his arms to his sides. Unbuttoning the cashmere pants slowly on each side, he then slid the boy forward for a moment so he could fold the front of the pants down and unbutton his panties. He then put the boy back in his lap, so that the boy's crotch was an inch or so above his penis. He then pushed the boy's legs together with his hands so that his stiffened penis was clamped between the boy's legs. By increasing and decreasing the pressure on the boy's legs he found that he had a gentle but effective means of masturbating. As he masturbated, he removed a neckerchief from around they boy's neck, in preparation for his impending climax. At the last instant he opened the boy's legs wide and shot his load into the waiting cloth. He then rested while he waited for his strength to return. As Tim rested he started wondering if "his" boy had reached puberty yet. He started by pushing the big plastic buttons through their buttonholes. After opening four of them he had exposed the boy down to the belt line. He stroked the boy inside his shirt, but could feel only a trace of downy hair on the soft skin on the boy's chest and stomach. Going further, he unbuckled the military web belt and started to unbutton the fatigue pants. In doing so he exposed the final button of the fatigue shirt and unfastened it also. Now the boy's torso lay exposed, with only a pair of white cotton briefs covering his goal. He gently grasped each side of them and folded them down, exposing the boy's private parts. A gentle physical examination determined that yes indeed the boy's testicles had dropped and there was definitely some hair forming in the pubic region. But, wanting final confirmation, he took the boy's penis in his hand and gently began to manipulate it. Stopping every so often to moisten his hand, he massaged the boy's penis until first it was stiff and hard and then it started to ooze some pre-cum from the tip. He then kept the kerchief at the ready and as the first spurt appeared he covered the head of the penis, to prevent the soiling of either of their garments. Though the boy had been relaxed during most of the process, he now started to squirm around a bit and it was necessary for Tim to hold him in place with one arm while his other hand teased the last drops from the boy's throbbing organ. Then Tim rolled a bit to one side, easing the boy to the blanket beside him. He then buttoned up his panties and refastened both sides of the cashmere pants. He then kneeled over the boy and buttoned his fatigues back up to protect him from the chill. He did the shirt first and then tucked it in and buttoned the boy's fly. A spirit of mischievousness came over him and he unbuttoned the bottom button of the boy's fly, wondering as he did so if this would result in the boy having a similar adventure to his with Cindy in the woods. He looked over at Paul, who was lying motionless with his boy on top of him just as Tim had been a moment ago. Paul had drank a bit more wine than Tim had so that when he saw Tim undressing his boy (and guessed correctly why), he had only gotten as far as opening the boy's clothes and inserting his hand under the boy's jockey shorts before deciding to have a nap. Tim decided to wake Paul in an interesting way, so he moved the boy to one side and closed the boy's fatigues but did not fasten them. He then started opening Paul's clothes, starting with the jacket. Next he unbuttoned Paul's jumper from the bottom up, caressing Paul's legs on the way up. Then he untied the bow on Paul's blouse. "Just like Christmas", he thought as he gently unbuttoned the blouse, enjoying the show as more of Paul's flesh came into view. Finally, only the panties remained. He unbuttoned them quickly and then bending closer, took Paul's penis in his mouth. As he massaged and sucked it, it became large and rigid in his mouth. Taking as much of it into his mouth as he could he continued to stimulate it until he felt the first shot of Paul's juice slide down his throat. He heard a low moan and then suddenly Paul was awake. He grabbed Paul's hips to keep him from moving around too much and then waited a few seconds for Paul to get his bearings. When he heard a sigh of content, he continued until the last drop was gone. Then, while Paul basked in the afterglow Tim wondered, "I wonder what it tastes like when it's fresh?". So he slid over to Paul's young boy and opened his clothes and pulled his underpants away from his cock. He performed the same service on the boy that he did on Paul, but a bit more gently in order to lessen the chance of waking him up. The boy did move and moan a bit during his climax, but the wine was sufficient to keep him asleep through the experience. Tim then tenderly redressed the boy and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. During Tim's desert, Paul had made himself presentable again and they tried to decide what to do next. Looking at the two young boys they thought, if we knew what we know now when we were their age, think what we would know NOW. Simultaneously, they said, "Let's take them back to the house and educate them". This ends the first part of the series "Special Friends, in the beginning", the next part of the series will start with "The Apprentices". --