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Subject: {ASSM} Valentine Story: My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day (solo oral rom teen caution) - by Jeff Zephyr
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
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Valentine Story: My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day 
 - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  All Commercial Rights
Reserved.

(solo oral rom teen caution)


CAUTION:  This story contains a surprise plot twist that, in most
cases, would require some additional codes in the subject line.  I
didn't code them because I don't want to spoil the surprise.  Now I
don't think the surprise is going to squick a lot of people, but
that's just me.  I hope you'll read the story to its conclusion, and
then let me know how you feel about it.


Valentine Story: My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day


Tobie, my very best friend, kissed me on Valentine's Day.  A real
kiss, the kind with the tongue and all that.  It was the first time
anyone kissed me like that.

After that, he said he loved me.

OK, we've been best friends for a long time.  Friends love each other,
as friends.  I never thought of him in any other way.  But when he
said, "Sam, I love you.  I really love you," I knew.  I mean, it
wasn't like saying "I love you, man," or anything like that.

This isn't supposed to happen.  But he is my best friend.  You know
how that is?  Well, maybe you don't, not if your best friend didn't do
it to you. 

So now what?

Well, I think I'd better explain what happened.  Otherwise, we'll
never figure out what to do next.

8th graders don't give out valentines to everyone.  Not like the
little kids.  But our homeroom teacher decided it would be fun to do
it anyway.  Of course, there is more to it now.  At 14, we're old
enough to actually ask someone out on a date.

Neither Tobie nor I have done that yet.  We hang around, boys and
girls together, but not like a real date, just a girl and a boy
together.  So far, not even a double date with both of us.  That could
work, 'cause we're best friends.  I mean, we wouldn't get jealous or
in each others way or whatever.

So anyway, this is like a cool way to actually say something to
someone we really like.  I did that.  Well, it wasn't so cool because
it was all like "That was a really nice card, Sam."  It wasn't just
nice!  It was really special. I mean, I said . . .  Well, that's
another thing. 

Tobie had made a card for me.  I didn't expect that.  OK, I did, but
it was supposed to a "Best Friends" card, not a "True Love" note, with
his scribbly writing saying, "I really love you, Sam.  Love, Tobie."

He gave it to me after school.  We were talking about what happened,
and how maybe we might get someone to go out with on a real date.  Me,
mostly, because I didn't keep my crushes  secret from him.  Just from
everyone else.  Which is stupid, because I'll never get a date if I
don't at least say something.  Well, something better than "I like
you.  You are really cool."

It seemed good to me.  I was afraid to say more.  But Tobie, he wasn't
afraid.  He should have been, because we're always just friends.  I'd
never even thought about him like that at all.

In fact, I'd never even thought about him as anything other than just
my friend.  Best buds, nothing else. 

OK, I suppose I should get to the kissing thing.  I've never been
kissed, not really.  Neither has Tobie.  So Tobie was all hugging me
and happy like he always is, and then he said, "You know, we should
try out kissing.  Just for practice."

I wasn't up for that.  I mean, not with him.  But no one else could
see us, and he seemed so interested in doing it.  Really, what could
it hurt to try it out for a second or two?  It wasn't like it would
mean anything.  Neither of us would tell anyone about doing it.

He was already hugging me close, his face  next to mine.  So we didn't
have far to go in order to start kissing.  Do you know what kissing
feels like?

I'd imagined it often, alone in my room, dreaming of love and touching
myself.  Not just kissing, but I'd wet my lips and run my finger
across them, imagining that someone I cared for, and who cared for me,
was kissing me.

His lips on mine, his tongue pushing against my tongue and teeth, it
was like a real Fourth of July super fireworks show.  I felt so alive,
and...  you know, in my private parts (Yeah, yeah, I know what they
are called.  But I couldn't think that while getting my first real
tongue and lips kiss).  It was as if he was touching me there, and
everywhere.  But anyway, I didn't try to stop it.

I meant to only just try this out, for just a second or two to see how
it felt.  But it was the most amazing thing, and I just didn't want to
stop it.  Not ever.  Even though I started to worry that someone might
see us, or that maybe he'd think I was kissing back too much.  I was,
I moved my tongue against his and it felt all hot and yummy.  I didn't
even think about it, I just let it happen.

Did you know that it isn't easy to breathe while doing it?  Kissing, I
mean.  I'm sure there is some trick to it, because I see older kids
and people doing it all the time.  But we stopped, gasping for breath.
Both of us, standing there still holding onto each other.

I let go of him.  I didn't know what to say, or even what to think. I
mean, a kiss like that, it wasn't just practice.  His Valentine Card
message was all too clear now.

Then, he said it.

Oh, I suppose I should say it again:

"Sam, I love you.  I really love you."

That is what Tobie said to me, after he got his breath back.  It was
pretty much the same as on the card, but I could feel what it meant
now.  The kiss was part of the message.

Well, that is the sort of thing which I hoped would go along with my
first serious kiss.  Love.  To have someone to love me, that was a
grand thing, wasn't it?  I mean, the romantic, sexy -- that is what
grown-ups do when they get romantic. They have sex. Uh.  You aren't
really supposed to stick the "Uh" in there, but sometimes you just
need some space.  I don't know a word for writing which means the same
thing, so "Uh."  I say it, so I can write it.  So there.

Anyway, that is what I was feeling.  Very confused.  Because if it had
been my Valentine giving me a kiss, I'd have been super-happy.  But it
was Tobie.

Not that I don't love Tobie.  He's my best friend and all, so of
course I do.

I've been putting this off, because I don't want to sound all stupid
thinking about this.  But I really do need to explain it.

I'm a boy, and so is Tobie.  My Valentine pick was a nice girl named
Sara.  I think she might have liked me more if I hadn't tossed a
snowball at her before school . . . Though I do stuff like that with
Tobie, and he still likes me.

But I know that I've only mostly thought about girls for romance
stuff.  Sure, I know that some boys like other boys, that way.  And
lots of grown-up men do also.  But isn't like anyone really talks
about that at school.  I mean, not anything like "I'd really like to
go out with him" from a boy.  You just can't say that!

But Tobie is my best friend, really.  So I have to say something about
this situation.  Something cool, and sensitive, and smart.  To make it
all make sense, and not confuse things.

I didn't do that though.  I have to admit that kissing confused me a
whole lot.  I could still feel the tingles, even though it had been a
minute or two just waiting to breathe.  And then, him waiting for my
answer.

"Why did you do that, Tobie?" I asked.  I think I sounded really
weird, my voice all screechy and high.  That embarrassed me, too. I
should sound like a tough boy, not a girl.  It just sometimes slips
that way when I get excited.

I didn't want to sound excited by this.  I was.  Excited, or something
like it.

I guess the closest word is 'aroused'.  I could see Tobie's boner in
his jeans, and I just knew he could see mine.  Maybe girls can hide
that reaction, but I'd felt it when we were touching.  It just didn't
seem to matter as long as we were kissing.

Now, it meant something.  I didn't like it.  I wanted to just like
Tobie as a friend, not have the hots for him or anything like that.  I
figured he must have something like that feeling for me.  Heck . . . 
No, Hell!  I knew for sure that he did because he said he really loved
me.

"Because I love you, Sam," Tobie told me, again. Like, that was
obvious.  Except I wasn't  certain sure what he really meant.

"Love?  Tobie, we're boys.  I like Sara.  I know you like some girls. 
You don't mean love, like you'd love a girl, do you?"

I really think that is what he meant.  I was afraid to find out for
sure, but I had to ask it anyway.  He's my best friend.  If he really
was in love with me or something like that, I'd . . .  well, I'd
figure it out once I knew.

"Yes."

OK, now I knew.  Or did I?

"Love, as in maybe wanting to date and kiss, and maybe even, you know,
do it?"

I almost said "have sex."  I figured that Tobie would know what I
meant anyway.

"Sam, yes, yeah.  That is what I mean.  I've been thinking about it
for while."

Then, he came up and hugged me again.  I turned my head away, because
I was afraid he'd try to kiss me again.

"I found some books which showed naked men together.  Touching each
other, you know?  Having sex!"

"OK, but you've looked at girls too like that."

Well, not having sex.  But we shared Playboy and Penthouse and some
other magazines and stuff.  I knew what I looked at those for, and
we'd more or less admitted that we played with ourselves looking at
them.  It wasn't like most boys wouldn't do it.  It is just hard to
talk about.

Tobie said, "Yeah, Sam.  But I like the men better.  I imagined doing
that with you.  Then I realized that I loved you.  Being friends is
part of being in love.  But when I kept thinking about it, I knew. 
I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I was afraid."

"Uh huh."  I waited for him to go on.  I didn't know what to say. 
Except that sort of thinking was what I'd thought I was thinking about
Sara.  But that was only for the last couple of weeks, and Sara and I
were never even third best friends.  She's just a girl in my class.

"Then this Valentine's Day thing came up.  So I thought, I could just
write it out and let you know.  But I wanted to kiss you, so I did.  I
really liked kissing you.  I hope you're not mad."

I wasn't mad.  But I didn't say that.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, Tobie.  I'm going home."

Then I left.  I didn't look back, because I thought I could hear Tobie
sobbing a little.  Then, I ran home fast. 

I felt awful.

Not about getting kissed.  No, Tobie wouldn't tell anyone about that. 
I even really did like it.  It wasn't like what I expected.  It was
way better!

But I should have said something more to Tobie.  He is my best friend.
At least I hope he is still, after today.

I tried calling his house, but he wasn't home.  I worried about this
until I went to sleep.

Except that I didn't exactly go to sleep.  I got naked in bed.  I
often do that, you know?  OK, maybe you don't, but I like to play with
myself, and it is just easier when I'm naked.

I tried to imagine Sara kissing me like Tobie.  Even tried to imagine
what she was like naked.  That was OK, and it felt really nice to
think that.  Especially while I was rubbing one hand up and down on my
little dick, making it turn not so little, and nice and hard.  I wet
my lips and rubbed my fingers on them, then sucked on every finger on
both hands.

I imagined having someone kiss me, then suck on my hard dick.

I remembered how nice Tobie's kiss felt.  I could see him kissing my
dick, licking it and sucking on it.  I felt it again.  The nice
magical tingling that I felt when he kissed me.  It ran all through my
body, and made my dick get even harder and hotter.  I stroked rapidly.
I used my wet fingers to softly rub on my ball sack.  I thought 'Tobie
would really lick and suck me there, if I let him.'

It was as if he was there, sucking on my dick.  And my come shot out,
into my hand. I imagined him sucking it up and swallowing it.  That
would feel so great.  I could almost see him here with me.  I came
really hard, and it felt way better than usual.  I took a little
taste.  I'd done that before, but now I was thinking about . . . 
well, I'm not ready to say it yet.  You can guess what I was thinking,
maybe.


Always be honest with yourself, Dad says.  Well, Tobie got me a lot
hotter than Sara.  I didn't think I was really going to give up on
girls.  But if Tobie would give me a second chance, I think I might
find out if it is OK to love boys.               

......


Another story with somewhat tricky coding:

I used (solo oral rom teen caution).  The caution stands for (m-solo,
mm oral-1st).  The actual events, if you've read to the end, you know
now.  It isn't about sex nearly as much as romance, and dealing with a
friend wanting to be a romantic partner.

If Tobie and Sam were girls, I still might have used caution in order
to leave the twist in, even though fewer readers may be upset by girls
getting it on than boys.  It is like reading Sam's diary, without
knowing who he (or she) is.  Once you discover the secret, do you
stick around to find out what happened next?


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