While the boys continued their sexual relationship, they also spent a great deal of time together which had nothing to do with sex. In addition to art lessons and model-building, they discovered that they both enjoyed movies and spent many Saturday afternoons at the theaters. They also found that neither of them liked the popular music of the day but they both liked jazz and avidly shared their record collections.
There were also occasional sleepovers at both boys’ homes. The first time Matthew invited Stephan for the night, his mother worried about where Stephan would sleep. Stephan told her he would bring his sleeping bag and sleep on the floor, saying that he did a lot of camping and would be perfectly comfortable that way. Of course, in reality, the sleeping bag was laid out on the floor but never used.
During the April school vacation, the Western Easter was on the first weekend while the Orthodox Easter was on the last weekend, so the boys decided to have two sleepovers during the week. On Monday and Tuesday nights they would be at Matthew’s home, while Wednesday and Thursday nights they would be at Stephan’s.
Stephan had made good progress with his art lessons and had begun exercises in drawing trees, animals, and even human figures. He found Matthew to be a patient teacher whose criticisms were just and never biting, and whose suggestions always seemed to work for him. Matthew, meanwhile, had progressed in building models to the point where he could do quite complicated work, and his ceiling was nearly as full as Stephan’s.
During the April sleepover at Matthew’s home, the boys, as usual, enjoyed satisfying one another’s longings in a way only two boys in love could. On the second night, as they lay beside each other having finished happily masturbating each other, Stephan said, “Matthew, I think it’s time we thought about finishing your healing.”
“What do you mean?” Matthew asked.
“Well,” Stephan continued, “I’m kind of reluctant to bring it up, but there’s one thing Sinclair did to you that we haven’t done, and I think we need to do it to get you beyond him altogether.”
Matthew was silent, fearing what Stephan meant. Finally he asked hesitantly, “Do you...do you mean oral sex?”
“Yes. I believe we need to do that, and to be honest I want to.”
“Oh, God, Stephan, I don’t think I could. That was the most horrible night of my life.”
“I know, Matthew, but that was because of the way it was done. You knew Sinclair didn’t love you and you certainly didn’t love him. He forced you to do it, which was really destructive. What we would do would be much different. I think we might find it really great if we did it with our love for each other.”
“I just don’t believe I could do it. Would you be terribly disappointed?”
“No. I don’t want to do it unless you do, but would you think about it? If you promise to think about it, I’ll leave it up to you.” Matthew promised, and they fell asleep, embracing as usual.
In the morning, they showered together before breakfast. Nothing more was said about oral sex.
Later on Wednesday, the two boys walked to Stephan’s house, Stephan carrying his latest art work while Matthew carried the sleeping bag as well as his own clothes. As the boys worked on their models while listening to jazz, Matthew said quietly, “I’ve been thinking about what you said, Stephan.”
“And…?”
“I’m not ready yet to try it, but I think, in time, I might be. You’re right that I need to get past what happened.” His friend nodded as they continued to work. After dinner, they returned to Stephan’s room, where he showed Matthew some of the art work he had been doing on his own. Matthew was quite impressed with the progress his friend had made and told him so in glowing terms.
When it was time for bed, they each undressed the other in what had become their usual ritual. They lay facing each other in silence for a time, until Stephan asked, “Are you ready, Matthew?”
“No. Not yet. Can we just do what we’ve been doing?” Stephan readily agreed, and they enjoyed another wonderful time of mutual sex.
When they finished, Stephan said, “You know, Sinclair’s been in jail for months now and he still affects you doesn’t he? Do you still have bad dreams about him?”
“Not very often, but I have to tell you that last night, after we talked, for the first time in months I dreamt about him blowing me and me doing him.”
In the morning, Matthew woke first. He lay for a long time thinking, then he sighed, reached over, and gently held his friend’s penis, which, of course, quickly awakened Stephan, both boys immediately becoming erect.
“What do you want to do, Matthew?” asked Stephan.
“I think it’s time.”
“Are you sure?” Matthew nodded. Immediately, a tremor went through him.
“You’re really upset, aren’t you?” Stephan asked and Matthew nodded. “That fucking bastard!” exclaimed Stephan. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t think you’re ready.”
“I’m not sure I would ever be ready, so I think we should, but, if I ask you to stop, will you promise you will?”
“Of course,” replied Stephan. He leaned over and kissed Matthew softly on the lips before gently tonguing him. Then, as he had done so many times since Christmas, he worked his way down the boy’s body, licking and kissing all the most sensitive spots. Very slowly and gently he took Matthew’s stiff penis in his hand and touched the tip of it with his tongue. Matthew shuddered, so he waited until the boy relaxed before going on. Then slowly he ran his tongue up the boy’s penis, from the base to the tip and around the tip once more. For a moment, Matthew tensed, but he relaxed more quickly this time. Stephan paused and said, “Matthew, I love you.”
“Oh, God, Stephan, I love you too.”
Stephan opened his mouth and took Matthew’s penis in, moving all the way down to the base. Removing his mouth again he looked at Matthew and asked, “Are you OK?” The boy nodded but he had tears in his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” Matthew shook his head.
Nodding, Stephan returned to Matthew’s penis, once more putting his mouth gently on it and sliding down to the base. Matthew groaned but said nothing, so Stephan slid back up, working with both his mouth and his tongue. He could tell Matthew was getting close to climaxing, so he stopped and waited, before repeating the motion. Feeling the tension course through his body, Matthew’s back began to rise off the bed. He clutched Stephan’s head with both hands, gripping so hard that Stephan nearly cried out, but he continued the motion as Matthew cried out “Oh…oh…oh…oh!” and climaxed in Stephan’s mouth. He continued the motion as Matthew’s penis throbbed repeatedly until it stopped. Matthew’s grip on Stephan’s head relaxed; his entire body relaxed as he sighed contentedly.
Swallowing and moving forward so that he was on top of Matthew, their faces inches apart, he smiled and asked, “How was that?”
“Oh, God, Stephan, it was more wonderful than anything we’ve done so far! I loved being actually inside you, like that!”
“So did I!”
“But now I feel very guilty because I don’t think I can do that for you yet.”
“That’s fine. You can just jerk me off if you want.”
“But that’s not fair. It’s like taking something precious and not giving back. I know I should do it, but I’m not sure I can.”
“That’s OK, Matthew. When you feel you can, I’ll be ready, but until then, don’t worry about it.”
Matthew settled for masturbating his friend, but he did worry about it. He had just experienced something new and wonderful, and he wanted in the worst way to give Stephan the same experience.
Because it was a warm day, after showering they both put on shorts and T-shirts before they went to breakfast. Later in the morning they walked to the model and art shops for more supplies. Stephan had decided he wanted to try oils, so he bought an easel, a palate and the necessary paints and brushes, while Matthew, feeling very ambitious, purchased a model which had a little gasoline engine and would actually fly.
Back in Stephan’s room, Matthew taught his friend how to squeeze out small amounts of the oil pants and how to blend them together to get different shades. Then, while Stephan was painting, he read the directions for his model carefully. Being much more complicated, the plans required him to lay out the pieces on the plans with pins, gluing them while trying not to glue them to the plans. He decided that he really needed to wait until he got home to attempt it, so instead, he borrowed some paper and charcoal from Stephan and did a portrait of him in profile. He finished it after lunch, used some of Stephan’s fixative, and planned to take it home, frame it, and hang it beside the first portrait.
After dinner, they read for a while, sharing passages of Tom Sawyer with each other. The later it got, the more eagerly they anticipated being in bed together, to the point where both boys’ shorts bulged conspicuously. Looking at one another, they stood in unison, removed each other’s T-shirts, and then moved to the sneakers and socks. Finally, after rubbing each other’s backs, they removed the shorts, slid their hands into the undershorts, and grasped the eager penises.
“God, Matthew, I think every time I touch it your cock’s bigger.”
“That’s because of all the exercise it’s been getting. The same thing’s happening with yours.” They moved to the bed and lay facing each other. “Stephan, I think I have to try blowing you, if you want me to.”
Stephan said softly, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I can wait until you feel you’re really ready.”
“That’s just it, how do I know when I’m ready? I know it will freak me out a first, but I really want to try it if you’re willing.”
“Of course,” said Stephan. “But remember that you can stop at any time.” So Matthew began as his friend had, kissing his mouth and face then moving to his ears, chest, nipples, and finally his navel. At last he hesitated, took a deep breath and licked the tip of Stephan’s penis. Then he moved to the scrotum, hesitating again before taking it in his mouth as Stephan moaned softly.
Stephan asked breathlessly, “Are you sure you want to do this, Matthew?” Matthew looked up and nodded, but again hesitated before taking another breath and returning to Stephen’s eager penis, slowly, gently licking it. Again, the boy moaned. Finally, Matthew opened his mouth, surrounding the organ with his lips and tongue and moving slowly up and down. He continued doing this, finding the feeling more enjoyable the longer he continued. Stephan tensed, feeling the wonderful sensation flowing through his body and into his penis. As Matthew had done, he arched his back, raised his pelvis off the bed, groaned, and way too soon exploded into Matthew’s mouth. Like Stephan, Matthew continued the motion as Stephan’s pulsing penis slowly calmed and he lay back flat on the bed. Matthew moved up beside Stephan and they both sighed contentedly and lay back, amiably holding hands. Finally, they turned towards each other, mouths inches apart.
“Did you enjoy that, Stephan?”
“Oh God, yes. You were right, it’s even better than jerking each other off. Do you want me to do you?” Matthew nodded happily, so he did. Afterwards, once more holding hands, Stephan said, “It’s wonderful feeling that I’m actually inside you and you’re inside me.” Matthew agreed. When they had finished and settled in each other’s arms to sleep, they kissed good night gently, grinned at each other and closed their eyes.
In the morning, Matthew again awoke first and lay on his back trying to figure out how they could do each other at the same time. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “I’ve got it!” and Stephan awoke with a start.
“What have you got?” he asked.
“I’ve figured out how we can blow each other at the same time.”
“That sounds great. Tell me what to do.” Soon, they were lying on their sides, each with his face at the other’s groin. (Matthew believed he had invented this position and it wasn’t until several years later that he discovered its name and its frequent use.) Each was handling the penis and scrotum in front of him. The more they did it, the more excited their bodies became, until, without speaking but as if on a signal each took the other in his mouth, and soon they were coming ecstatically. From that point on, their night time fantasies when they were not together became increasingly erotic and pleasurable.