Castle Roland

Unfinished Symphony

by Alan Dwight


Chapter 3

Posted: 30 Mar 15

Unfinished Symphony

Alan Dwight

The following day, I returned to Mark's house. This time I brought my bathing suit instead of wearing it, which had two advantages. First, I wouldn't have to ride home in a wet bathing suit. Second, I would have to change in Mark's room, which would give us ample opportunity to continue what we had begun yesterday.

Mark and I went up to his room and undressed. By the time we were naked our dicks were fully ready. In the bathroom we faced each other. Gently, I took hold of Mark's dick while he took mine. I couldn't believe how much better that felt than holding my own! Slowly we began to slide our hands back and forth. Again, it didn't take long before we came, simultaneously.

"Oh Richard," Mark said, "that was heaven. I never believed it could be that good!"

"Neither did I!"

Wiping one another off, we donned our bathing suits and went to the pool. Each time I was at Mark's house he gave me another swimming lesson, and I was beginning to improve. He constantly encouraged me and gave me little pointers. He was a great teacher.

After swimming, we sat, as usual, on the patio enjoying the lunch his mother had brought out.

"Richard," Mark asked. "What do you call a gay bar with no bar stools?"

I sighed and told him I didn't know.

"A fruit stand." He grinned as I groaned.

"Richard, why do you suppose it feels better when you jerk me off than when I jerk myself off?"

"Is this another joke?" He shook his head. "I have no idea, but I'm certainly not complaining!"

Finishing our lunch we returned to the pool until mid-afternoon. Then we went upstairs once again. This time we stripped and got into the shower together. When we were ready, we each took hold of each other's boners again and, at first, just held them. With my other hand I began to explore his balls.

"Oooh. Keep that up." He reached with his other hand and did the same for me. Finally, we began to massage each other's dicks. We took it very slowly, not wanting to come too soon. When we got close, we stopped for a minute and just held each other. In a few moments, Mark reached down and took hold of me again. I did the same for him. This time we kept going until we came. Big globs of my cum splashed on his stomach as his splashed on mine. We looked at each other and smiled.

"Do you know what Tim calls me?" I asked.

"No, what?"

"Little Dick," I responded.

"Well, it's not little," he said. "I guess Tim hasn't looked lately. You know, this is going to be one hell of a summer!"

I agreed, wholeheartedly. In fact, it already was. We cleaned each other off, got out of the shower, and toweled off. Then we went over to Mark's bed, where he laid out a towel to cover the crucial part of the sheet. Lying down face to face and dick to dick, we held each other, gently rubbing one another's backs. It didn't take long until we were really horny again. This time we continued to lie there, massaging each other, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until, with an explosion, we both came.

I looked at Mark and he looked at me. Then I leaned over and licked my cum from his stomach. He did the same to me.

"What does it taste like to you?" he asked.

"A little salty," I replied.

"Yeah, I think it's a little sweet too."

We rolled onto our backs, holding hands. I think we dozed for awhile. When I opened my eyes, I looked at my watch. "Mark," I said quietly.

He opened his eyes, looked up, and smiled.

"Grandma will be here soon," I said. "I think we have time to do it once more before she comes, if you want to."

Smiling, he rolled on top of me. We immediately became hard again. He began to rub back and forth gently and then harder. This was new. When we were close to coming, he stopped and sat up, grabbing my cock as I grabbed his. This time, when we finished, all of the cum was on my stomach. Mark leaned toward me and began licking. When he licked the last of it, instead of swallowing, he put his mouth on mine and, as I opened up, squirted the cum into my mouth. This was truly sharing!

We quickly showered again, dressed, and went downstairs just as Grandma was pulling up. I had told Grandma that Mark was giving me swimming lessons. When we went out to the car, Joey was with her. I introduced Mark to Joey. Then Grandma dropped a small bombshell. She wondered if Mark would be willing to give Joey a swimming lesson one day a week, and she added that she would be happy to pay him.

Oh, no. This will certainly inhibit our other activities, I thought.

But before I could object, Mark said, "I don't want any pay, but I'd be happy to teach Joey. Why don't you bring him over on Thursday morning?"

Sunk, I thought, but at least it's only one day. As I opened the car door I said to Mark, "See you Monday." I grinned and Mark gave me the sly smile again. Mark's right, I thought. This is going to be one hell of a summer.

For the next week or so, we took care of each other's needs as often as possible. Then one day, as we were drying off in his bathroom, Mark said, "I want to try something."

"OK. What?"

He led me into the bedroom and over to the bed. Sitting on his bed facing me, so that my erect cock was right in his face, he looked up at me with that smile, then opened his mouth and took in my cock.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed. "Everything we try just gets better and better."

He moved his mouth up and down. Then, releasing me and holding my cock up, he began licking my balls.

"Oooooh! Keep doing that!"

He did for a few minutes and then took my cock back in his mouth.

When I was close I said, "I'm about to come."

He took his mouth off, looked up, and smiled.

"Do you really want me to come in your mouth?"

'Yeah," he said, wickedly. Then he moved his mouth back to my ready cock. Almost immediately I came. I could feel spurts of cum going into his mouth as I throbbed and throbbed. When I was done, he licked off the tip of my cock and smiled up at me again.

"Do you want me to do that for you?" I asked.

He nodded, still smiling. So we reversed positions and I did. That was our "new way" which we did most of the rest of the summer.

Meanwhile, Joey was making great progress in swimming. I decided he must be part fish, for soon he was swimming better than I was. At the outset, I was a little jealous, both because he was doing so well and because I had to share Mark, who had really bonded with Joey. But I quickly realized that it was only one day a week, and that Joey was like the little brother Mark had never had, so I accepted it. Grandma picked him up at noon, so his lessons didn't really interfere with our extra-curricular activities. Sometimes on Sunday afternoons I took Joey to the condo pool so he could practice. It was a good time for the two of us, as I got to be the older brother without Tim around.

One day, Mark and I were sitting on the patio when I asked, "Mark, why do you think we're gay?"

"I've been doing some reading on the internet about that. You know, there are still people who believe that homosexuals choose to be this way? How stupid can they be? With all the social stigma there still is, who would choose it? Then there are those who say it's against their religion. I suppose that's fine, if that's what they want to believe, but what gives them the right to judge the rest of us?"

"So, did you find out what actually causes gayness?"

"Well, there are a lot of scientists working on that. At first they thought it might have something to do with our genes, and it still may. There's a more recent theory around that it's caused by less testosterone getting to pre-natal male brains. They're not sure yet why that should happen, but they do know that there's a little region in the part of the brain called the hypothalamus. That little region is known to be involved in sexual behavior. Inside that area, some scientists found a cluster of cells that was much larger in male mammals than in female ones. In the human hypothalamus that cluster of cells is called the INAH3, and it's about two-thirds larger in men than in women. So, if they should find that the INAH3 were to be smaller in gay men than in straight men, they might have found a reason. What's really cool is that the INAH3 forms in the fetus, before birth. That would mean that we are truly born gay. Of course now, it's only a theory, and there are a lot of other parts of the brain to explore, but I like the theory a lot better than thinking that we just chose to be the way we are."

"That's really interesting. Thanks for telling me." We sat thinking for awhile before going upstairs.

The next week, as we were driving home, Grandma said, "I need to talk with you about your relationship with Mark. It seems to be very exclusive and I'm not sure that's a good idea at your age. You should be meeting and spending time with more kids, and so should he."

Uh-oh. How do I get out of this one? I wondered. Thinking a minute I said, "Well, Mark's really special, and he's helping me with my swimming. You know that this fall, when I go to high school, I'll meet a lot of new kids and probably won't have much time to see Mark."

"True," she said, "but I have a feeling that there's more to this. Is there anything more than friendship in what you're doing?"

Oh God, she's getting too close! I thought. "What do you mean?" I asked as innocently as I could.

She looked over at me with a little smile, as though she could see right through me. "All right," she said, "let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Are you and Mark doing anything sexual?"

Ouch! Bullseye!

When I was about Joey's age, Grandma and I had had a couple of discussions about sex. Rather, she had discussed while I, for the most part, listened. She covered everything: body changes at puberty, masturbation, ejaculation, wet dreams, the plumbing, intercourse, and even human sexuality. So I knew that sex was something I could talk about with her, and I knew that she was very non-judgmental. Nevertheless, the prospect of talking about what Mark and I were doing, was scary.

Finally, I said very quietly, "Yes, Ma'am."

"You sound like you're ashamed of it."

"Never when we're doing it; sometimes afterwards. I mean, a lot of people think it's morally wrong. I don't believe I do, but I have no idea how you think about it, so I didn't feel I could talk with you."

"Do you believe you're gay?"


"I don't have any problems with gay people. I don't see it as a moral issue. I think we should let people be whatever they are. However, I'm a little surprised that you started so young."

"I don't know how to answer that," I said. "We just started. First we talked about Peter and Christian, wondering what they do. Then we thought it would be fun to try some things together. It was exciting and it felt good. Do you…do you think that's bad?" I asked hesitantly.

"No. It's not bad and you're not bad, Richard. I just don't know what to think about your age."

"PLEASE don't tell us to stop," I begged. "I think the only way we could stop would be if we never saw each other, and I don't want to do that."

"Nor do I want you to. Tell me, Richard, do you think this is love we're talking about or just lust?"

I had never thought about that question before. I was silent for a few minutes, and she didn't rush me. "Well," I finally answered, "I hadn't thought about it that way but I'm sure that when we began, it was lust, pure and simple. It just felt so damned good. However, I think things are changing. Recently I find myself thinking more about Mark as a person to care about than as an available cock. Oops. Sorry Grandma, I should have said, 'penis'."

This time she really smiled. "As far as I'm concerned, Richard, you can call it whatever you want." She was silent for a few minutes then, and I tried not to rush her. "I'm thinking aloud here," she went on. "Do you think Mark's feelings about you are changing?"

"I have no idea. We've never talked about it."

"Maybe it's time you did. I do believe that if we're just talking about lust that's one thing; if we're talking about incipient love, that's something different. However, either way, what I want for you is that you be safe and careful. Safe means emotionally safe as well as physically safe. How would you feel if you felt in love with Mark and then discovered he wasn't at all interested in love—he just wanted sex?"

"Probably pretty sad," I said.

"Right. So to keep each of you safe, you need to communicate and, as things go on, if they do, you need to keep communicating. In addition to that, you need to be very careful. I know we're living in one of the most liberal states in the country, but there are still homophobes out there, people who would be happy to beat up both of you if they saw signs of a loving relationship. No kissing in public; no hand-holding in public; no looking at each other with moony eyes in public. Whatever you do, you need to keep the relationship private."

"That sounds OK," I said. "So you're not against the two of us continuing to do things with each other?"

"No, I don't think I am. But I will worry for you."

"Thanks, Grandma. You don't need to worry. We'll be very careful."

"One last thing. Do you think Mark's parents are aware of what's going on?"

"I don't know. I do know they're aware that he's gay and they accept it. We'll talk about all this tomorrow and I'll ask him."

"Fine," she said. "I want you to know that you can talk with me anytime and that nothing you say is going to shock me or make me think less of you."

"Thanks, Grandma."

But that was the only time Grandma and I ever talked about sex.

"Mark," I said the next afternoon as we sat on the edge of the pool, "Grandma and I had a long talk yesterday."

"Oh? What about?"

"She asked about our relationship. What she finally got around to asking was whether it was sexual or not."

"Oh ho! How did you answer?"

"Well, I couldn't just lie."

"No, I don't suppose you could. So you told her?"


"How much did you tell her?"

"I didn't tell her all the things we've been doing, but I did tell her how it began, and I think she's got a pretty good imagination. What she asked me, though, was something we need to talk about. She asked whether our relationship was love or just lust."

"What did you say?"

"I said I was pretty sure that it began as lust, but that recently I think I've been having more caring feelings for you as a person."

"Are you saying that you love me?"

"I think I'm beginning to, yes. At the start of the summer, when I thought about you it was all about sex. Now I'm more likely to think about how kind you are, and how funny you are, and how smart you are. To be honest, I don't know what would happen if the sex suddenly disappeared but I think I would still be beginning to love you."

"That's very interesting," he said.

I waited for him to go on, wondering if he was just going to blow me off (Oops. That could be taken two ways, couldn't it?) and tell me that for him it was nothing but sex.

"One of the reasons the question's interesting is because I very recently had the same discussion with my parents. It's difficult, isn't it, talking about private things like sex with adults?"

"It sure is!" I agreed.

"But they were really very receptive. First they said they thought we were awfully young."

"So did Grandma."

"They never did ask for details of what we were doing, but they did ask the same love-lust question. I wonder if that was just coincidence. Anyway, I answered them very much the way you did. I do have feelings for you. They are strong and growing stronger. I believe sex is becoming a way to show our love rather than being just sex for sex' sake. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes," I said.

"Let's go upstairs. I want to try something."

So up we went. First, of course, we showered to get the chlorine off. I washed Mark all over and he washed me. Then Mark dried me and I dried him. We had found that that was much sexier than washing and drying ourselves. Mark took me to his bed, put his arms around me, and kissed me, for the first time! At first it was just on the lips, but then he opened his mouth and his tongue began to explore my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue went in, almost to the back, exploring my tongue and my mouth in every area. When he withdrew his tongue, I did the same for him. Of course, by then we were extremely hard.

Without speaking, we lay down on the bed and sixty-nined. After coming gloriously, we shared the cum in our mouths before lying back on the bed.

"I've never been kissed like that before," I said.

"Neither have I. It was remarkable, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yes. Let's do it again!" We deep-kissed again. Then Mark pulled a little apart from me, moved more on top of me, and began nibbling and kissing my ear. It sent a shiver through my whole body. Before I knew it, his tongue was in my ear. Then he moved it down to my neck and under my chin. I felt him move down toward my chest. The tension mounted in my groin again. For a few moments he nibbled my nipples before moving down to my belly button, where he tongued all around and inside it. I tingled all over. From there he went towards my groin, first licking my cock, then down under my cock, taking my balls in his mouth. Then, as he raised my hips, he moved below my scrotum and licked towards my ass.

By that time I thought I would come without him ever sucking me. I tried to think of something else for a moment, which helped. Eventually he came back to my cock and began to suck. The tension mounted once more. I arched my back and finally exploded in his mouth. He shared my cum with me before I began on him.

"How did you like that?" he asked when we finished.

"Where did you learn that!" I exclaimed.

"I've found some porn sites on line. Nothing illegal except that I'm under age and not supposed to be on them until I'm eighteen. But I did get some ideas from them."

"You certainly did! Did you find any other ideas?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure I'm ready to try them yet."

"Oh." I guess I sounded a little let down.

"Don't worry. We will in time, but we need to just enjoy where we are for right now."

The next day, when we were by Mark's pool, I leaned over, kissed him, and said, "Mark, I do love you. Promise me you'll stay with me."

"I love you too, Richard, and I promise," he said, kissing me back, "but we really shouldn't do this out here." Laughing, we both jumped into the pool.

From that point on, our love grew, as did our passion. How could the summer get any better?

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