EARTHQUAKE HEAVEN
Prologue
Walking down the road was like moving in a different universe. The tree lined avenue wasn't unusual, except that the trees were all semi tropical and the houses alongside the road were well spread and just small cottages. The whole aspect was like something out of Judy Garland and the Wizard of Oz. Ahead of me I could see the sand and beyond that the ocean. I looked up and marvelled at how blue was the sky, the few fluffy white clouds were such an amazing contrast. I ended my walk at the beach. An almost limitless expanse of golden almost white sand sloping gently to the most incredible turquoise sea lapping gently at the beach. I looked up at my mother, holding my hand.
"Please Mama, may I go and play?"
She smiled down at me and said, "Of course my Darling, you know where to find me?"
She pointed to a beach bed under a large sunshade. Alongside the bed was a table and I could see Mama's book lying on the top. I nodded and ran off, heading for the sea. It looked so amazing and I wanted nothing more than to be wallowing in it. I think it must have been hours before I tired enough to want to rest. Most of the time I had played with a little local boy. He was a delight to be with and he spoke some English. He had swum out far enough on several occasions and dived deep to surface what seemed much later clutching wonderful shells and grinning at me as he offered them like a gift. He was probably only two or three years younger than my ten years but this was his hunting ground. We sat on the beach with each new find as he explained to me what the shells were. I don't think I had been this happy since my father had died.
Papa had died in an accident almost a year ago. My mother had retreated into a shell, grieving in a way that I guess I was too young to understand. After what seemed forever she had realised that I was still here and needed her. I had been lost and grieved as well, but I had no outlet for my grief. Mother was unapproachable in her own grief. I retreated to my bedroom where I remained for most of that year except to go to school.
When mother came out of her grief and realised that I had retreated into my own dark world, she overpowered me with her love and could not do enough to show her regret at ignoring my own emotional needs. This holiday was her final present to me. This first day was worth the whole package. Hashi was my new friend, he was fun and so happy just being allowed to play on the beach. We became firm friends on that first day, and by the end of the holiday were almost inseparable.
The day we left I was inconsolable, I couldn't leave this new friend, he was like no one else I had ever met.
"I promise we will come back again my Darling."
I believed mother, why would I not, she was the only adult I knew and loved, she wouldn't possibly lie to me, would she?
Hashi and I said our goodbyes on the beach, where else, our life had been together there. We both cried and hugged each other.
"I'll come back, I promise."
"I'll wait for you Marco, forever."
At ten and seven years old, forever was an incredible commitment that I was sure neither of us meant. How wrong was I?
Chapter 1
The summer wound down and Marco prepared to go back to school. His mind was still full of his amazing holiday in Japan, and his little friend. Of course he went to the beach and played with school friends, but Hashi was never far from his thoughts. He realised that the games he played now weren't as much fun, nor as interesting as they had been on the beach of the little Japanese island.
Now nearly eleven and it was time to move into Junior High. The new school, and now he was a little fish in a big pond instead of the big fish in a little pond, Marco's life soon filled with all the new experiences, the first of those was a new friend. John Paul came from a wealthy family and his room was like an Aladdin's Cave to Marco the first time John invited him to tea. Thoughts of a Japanese beach and the pretty and unusual shells and sea creatures that Hashi brought to him soon faded as John Paul produced huge Conch Shells collected on his last holiday, and the toys that Marco could only drool over in the shop windows. John Paul was fun as well, he was quite outrageous and sealed the bond with Marco when he showed him how to masturbate and get that funny, exciting feeling in his weenie. Then came puberty and the ability to fire liquid from the end of his now rapidly growing penis.
"If we do it to each other Marco it will be even more exciting"
So, at thirteen years old Marco received his first hand job. The amount of cum he produced from that orgasm was testament to the enjoyment he received from it.
"If we go head to tail we can do it to each other at the same time."
That was the next development, wow, how thrilling was that.
"How come you know so much about sex John?"
John giggled and went to his computer.
"My parents tried puting limits on what I could look at on the web, but busting their password and altering child limits was easy to overcome. Now I surf all of the gay sites finding out what boys can do to get a thrill out of their cocks."
"Are you a faggot then?"
John Paul blushed, "I don't know, the sites I look at think that at our age we just like to experiment, but I do think your cock is exciting. I guess I am going to have to wait another few years before I know whether I am going to like boys or girls the most."
That set Marco thinking as well. He realised that he never thought about girls and the talk among his friends and schoolmates on the subject interested him not at all. Of course he knew how girls were built from his biology lessons and he had to admit to himself that he thought they looked incomplete in the groin area. A cock and balls were so much more interesting, so the locker room after sport or phys. ed. was like a present every time he entered. Controlling his erection in the showers as he scoped out his classmates became a problem until it reached the proportions whereby he kept his eyes away from the array of cocks. Some of them got hard as well and he hated the comments made about the owners. They were always accused of being fags, and as they got older the comments became nastier and the class bullies emerged.
Always horny, Marco spent more and more time with John Paul. His bedroom became a place of excitement, with John leading the way. The 69 position led to the first attempt at blowjobs. Marco was shocked almost rigid the first time.
"I've found a new way to get you excited, Marco. I want to try it. You tell me what you think."
Marco lay back on John Paul's bed arms behind his head. At fourteen he had become a very self assured young man so his comment was, "Dig out, you can do anything you like as long as I cum at the end."
Both boys laughed and John started. He played with Marco for a little while, just jacking him slowly and playing with his balls.
"That feels really exciting, John, particularly when you stretch my balls in their sac."
John leant in then and licked Marco's balls making them quite slick before letting his hand take over again. Marco gasped, he had never felt anything so exciting in his life, that is until John did the same thing to his cock. He licked up and down it while still playing with Marco's balls. Then the big one. He lifted Marco's cock from his tummy and engulfed the head in his mouth using his tongue to lick all round it.
"Oh my God," was as far as Marco got before blasting the inside of John's mouth with an orgasm to beat anything he had ever previously experienced. He looked down at John who was grinning like an idiot as he licked his lips.
"Golly, Marco, you do cum a lot, and that tasted really good."
Marco's look turned to shock when he realised he had no cum on his body.
"You swallowed all my cum!"
Still grinning John Paul nodded, "Yeah, it tasted good. The stories I read say that it is very nutritious and your partner loves it much more than finishing him off with your hand."
Sinking back into the bed, Marco thought about it and then he too grinned.
"Mmm, you're right. It was very exciting, like me to do you now?"
"Yes please."
Not quite fourteen years old and the two boys experienced their first 69 blowjobs later that afternoon.
By the time they were sixteen both boys realised they were gay. Girls were ok to have as friends, but neither of them dated. The talk started then about how close they were and were they little faggots. John Paul scotched that one by being outrageous.
"Yeah, of course we are, we can't get each other pregnant so we are practising safe sex all the time."
The whole locker room dissolved in laughter because John Paul had said it in such a way that nobody believed he was serious.
The relationship continued into senior high school and they at last decided to try the big one.
"I have the smallest cock, Marco, so I think I should fuck you first to make sure we have it right. I know I will hurt you the first time, but you tell me if you can put up with it, and then the second time it should be easier. If that works ok, you can fuck me twice as well. We'll decide then if we want to carry on doing it."
John Paul was being outrageous again and making a joke of it so it was easy to go along with him. He produced a bottle of Wet Light and waggled it at Marco.
"Get your clothes off and get on the bed, on your knees, legs wide open, I'm going to open you up with my fingers before giving you my cock."
Marco laughed, "I suppose you have learnt all about it from the web?"
"Of course, I bet I am the most experienced and knowledgeable theorist in the world on butt fucking."
Stripped naked, John grabbed him. "Stay still for a minute."
He then did something neither had thought about before. He stepped in close and kissed Marco on the lips. Marco tensed up, then relaxed when he realised he liked it. John did it again.
"If I am going to take your virginity I ought to make love to you properly. I don't know that I'm going to but the kisses were just to let you know that I think you are a pretty special friend to let me do this."
"Wow, thank you, John, that was pretty exciting, you aren't falling in love with me are you?"
John blushed, "Nah, well maybe just a little. You are, after all my best bud."
Marco loved it. His mother still gave him kisses on the cheek and hugs when he needed them, but this was different, doing these things with his best friend was very exciting. So, Marco did as he was told, still giggling, John Paul was so funny, sex with him would never be serious.
The first shock was the feeling of a finger sliding up and down his crack, just worrying his anal entry. Then the finger, liberally coated with spit eased into him to the first knuckle.
"Mm, that feels very sensitive, John, try some more."
More laughter, "Of course I'm going to try some more, my cock isn't that small."
Marco thought about it, `his cock isn't small at all, it's just a little smaller than mine.'
The one finger was all the way in now moving around inside him and it felt marvellous.
"That feels so good, I could easily cum if you keep doing that."
John was pleased with that comment and the very relaxed sphincter that didn't offer any resistance, the second and third fingers went in easily as well. He started rotating them and moving them in and out. He leant in then and started licking Marco's cheeks and using his second hand to play with a very hard boy cock and a neat set of balls
"Oh God, John, that feels amazing, put your cock in there now."
John lubed his cock and lined Marco's anus with some as well.
"Here we go buddy."
Marco felt the head of John's cock at his anal entry and the pressure as he tried to get it over his sphincter. Entry achieved and Marco gasped.
"Fuck, that hurts. Hold still, John, give me a moment."
The pain was intense, but didn't last, it eased quite quickly and disappeared completely after John pushed in another couple of inches and then retracted them again just leaving his head there as before.
"Ah, that's much better you can carry on now."
It felt marvellous. So exciting, Marco could feel every inch as it slid into him. On top of that every entry gave him a jolt and made his cock get even harder.
"Oh Jesus, John what are you doing. You're hitting something every entry that is sensitising every nerve in my body."
John laughed, the most joyous laugh Marco had ever heard.
"I've found your prostate. I'm so pleased, I want to give you so much pleasure and that is the centre of your pleasure senses."
Proof of how good that was came quickly. Marco had his first orgasm, followed almost instantly by two more as John sped up to have his own incredible one.
Panting like a steam train John managed to tell Marco what he thought, but not for five minutes or so.
"That was the most exciting experience of my life Marco, you have to do it to me as well to find out, besides," he said with a huge grin on his face, "I want to have three orgasms to your one as well."
So they did. Marco took even longer to open up John, playing with him all the time as well. He took him doggy fashion but before he came he wanted to watch his eyes, so he turned John over and entered him again, falling forward to give him a very passionate kiss.
"You're right Lover, this is incredible. I don't think I'll go soft after I come so that I can fuck you again."
"Ooh, yes please."
Marco surprised both of them. He came three times without going soft, but six orgasms was his limit in the one session.
"Oh man, I'm sorry we waited so long Marco. We only have two more years of this unless we get the same college."
Marco nodded. He knew they wouldn't get the same college already. He would get a full scholarship but not an ivy league college, but John would, his father would buy him into Stanford or somewhere like that. He didn't mind, he wasn't in love with John, he knew in the back of his mind that his soul mate wouldn't come from here in this city.
What a glorious two years they had. Marco worked hard at his academics to get a full scholarship. He didn't want to bleed his mother's funds even though he knew the money was there. John Paul coasted, as long as he got passing grades he would go to Stanford. He was a little in love with Marco, but most of that love was as a friend and fuck buddy. Parting would not be traumatic for either of them making their friendship that much more enjoyable, no angst on the part of either boy.
That was how it worked. They said good bye at the end of the summer of their final year, celebrating with an all day love in that was full of good sex, loving sex, and loads of laughter.
"I'm going to miss you best friend, but unless either of us find a soul mate we can still do this when we're on vacation can't we?"
Marco looked at his best friend and just creased up.
"Are you kidding, how would a fuck slut like you manage without oodles of sex?"
More laughter as John Paul replied, "Huh, listen to the pot calling the kettle black."
Grinning like an idiot Marco held up his hands and replied, "Ok, true, now how about fucking me again."
Somehow or other through their laughter they did manage to fuck each other again.
`Ah, sex with this best friend is so good.' That was a mutual unexpressed thought.
Through two years of college the two friends had great sex between semesters, never tiring of being with each other.
"You know John. We should get married and live happily ever after, but much as I love you, it isn't a romantic love and I'm sure, somewhere out there my soul mate is waiting."
John Paul looked a little disappointed when he replied.
"Yeah, funny isn't it. I love you so much, I `m sure you are always going to be my best friend, but I feel the same. There isn't that spark between us is there?"
"I bet we never find anyone for better sex though."
That was just the comment needed to break the mood. These two couldn't remain serious with each other for long.