GAY
STORIES: AMAZING FRIEND
Kyle
was amazing. He was tall, freckled head to toe, football
type build but fit, short blonde to white hair and
had a boyish face that took over my imagination during
those late night sessions with my hands. Thanks to
his image in my brain, I learned to torture myself
manipulating until I was almost ready to explode then
stopped before it was too late. I heard my own voice
begging him to let me do just that. And with my other
hand, as if it were another person, I'd start again
until I couldn't stand it.
Then
Kyle relented and let me ejaculate like a shower into
the air....my sperm landing wherever it wanted to...as
if Kyle was standing over me. His thick legs spread
and his freckled smiling face looking down on me,
his best buddy, giving me what I needed to grow into
a full man, his sperm all over me. But alas, that
never happened for real. Kyle and I were kids together,
we shared gossip, learned to ride our bikes, complained
about teachers, endured report card days, summer camps,
parental punishments, going to church, holidays and
wrestling naked in the YMCA pool. I was pissed off
when the YMCA went co-ed. But I couldn't complain
about it out loud. Kyle like most of the other kids
our age at the time, loved the idea of girls in revealing
bathing suits parading around, let alone sharing the
water that had nurtured our blossoming puberty.
I
assumed he masturbated at night thinking of naked
girls frolicking in that swimming pool as we had done
for years. Hell, we did more then frolic. We grabbed
butt, balls and cocks too! We laughed at others when
they got erections in the pool and hid our own so
we wouldn't be embarrassed. We walked to the locker
rooms with our towels bunched up to hide the erections
our fun with the other guys had created.
I
remember one day in the shower, just standing there
mesmerized by Kyle's tall, full size naked body in
the next shower. His buttocks were smooth with huge
dimples on either side with cute little dimples above.
I actually felt my own as if I were touching his.
Kyle asked me if I was ok and why I was staring at
him. I told him I wasn't I was just lost in thought.
He bought that answer. Another friend, not as close
to me as Kyle, once asked me if I had a thing for
Kyle. It was just a casual question, but I was astounded
by the him questioning. I remarked that Kyle was going
to be one hot looking man when he grew up. Mark, the
guys name, said I wasn't going to be bad myself. I
blushed and he laughed.
I
realized years later he was revealing a bit of himself
to me and if I had been bright enough at the time,
I would have had my first experience with another
guy years before I actually did. My first experience
of any kind was eventually with Kyle. But my first
mutual, lovemaking was years later in college and
not with Kyle. By that time Mark had transferred to
another college with a football scholarship and left
me behind studying my computer science and psychology
courses. Mark never came into my life again after
we left high school. But I clearly think about that
conversation often these days.
Kyle
was oblivious to my lust. I knew that because he had
me massage him now and then. He peeled off his shirt
and shorts and lay on his stomach asking me to use
some baby oil all over him. The first time, I was
nervous as hell. But when I realized he wasn't going
to turn over and see the tent my shorts had become,
it was ok. In fact, I looked forward to each and every
time. He did too, saying I had strong hands and that
he trusted me. OUCH...that alone kept me from daring
to do anything he might think was sexual. How I wanted
to reach under him. Once, I even suggested he turn
over but he just said "nah" that his back
was enough. By the time we were graduating, my massaging
expanded beyond his back...I was working on his neck,
arms, back, thighs, calves, feet and yes, his butt.
Once
I even poured oil down his crack and he giggled...I
actually wiped it out. He arched his back as if to
say or do something but then relaxed as I proceeded.
It was our freshman year in college when I finally
got bold. I had gotten one blowjob in the bathroom
in the Arts Building and thought I was OUT now. But
I was just as scared. We had pizza and a few beers
and Kyle came to my room and, seeing my roomies were
gone for the weekend, he asked if I could massage
him like I used to. He didn't wait for an answer but
stripped naked...and I tried not to stare. But I told
him he had gotten hunkier he smiled and said all the
weight work and the season of freshman football did
it. I worked on his back as usual...feet too and once
again poured the oil in his crack. He didn't say or
move as I wiped it with my finger. I thought I heard
him sigh though. My cock was hard as usual and I decided
to tell him to roll over. Usually he would say "nah"
but that time he did it. As he did, he apologized
for his hard on but said my hands were so good he
couldn't help it.
When
I said that was probably why he never turned over
in high school, he blushed a bit and said yaw commenting
that it looked like I had my own problem. I said the
maybe he should massage me when I got through. He
actually said "maybe so". My precum was
pouring out my slit as I worked him over felt him
and worked him feet to head and back down again. I
worked his chest and nipples. I moved his hands overhead
so I could work his armpits. Then I did another impromptu
spread finger move down his chest to his crotch as
if it were some exotic move. He asked me where I learned
that I tried to sound non-challant as I said "here
and there".
My
fingers surrounded the ball sack I had often grabbed
during our YMCA pool play years ago. He didn't object.
I spread oil all over them, under them and up the
thick penis that I had never touched, at least not
like this. He sighed and spread his legs a bit more.
I knew he had given me permission to continue and
I played with him the way I imagined he had played
with me. Working his cock until he was gasping then
slowing down till he was relaxed. "Christ go
ahead and do it" he once said and I answered
with a chuckle "when I'm ready just lay there".
I was in control of the man who had tortured me so
many nights, I couldn't estimate the total.
I
found places on his thighs that made him whimper...I
reached under and poked my finger tip into his butt
hole and was pleased to hear him gasp...but not complain.
I worked on him until he was uttering little words
like "please" and "do it" and
"I need it" and calling my name, he wasn't
fantasizing he was with one of those bimbos he had
been dating. He knew where he was and with whom and
what he wanted me to do.
Somehow
I had found the time to yank off my own shirt and
shorts. Naked hard I was working on my buddy until
his sperm shot high into the air. It splattered all
over me and him and he lay there as if dead for quite
awhile. I said I'd get a towel but he moved quick
saying he'd do it. He returned still naked wiping
himself. Then, instead of giving the towel to me,
he wiped me without a word.....like a lover taking
care of his mate. Well, that's the way I wanted to
think of it.
His
next two words made my stomach knot. "lay down"
he said and returned the favor for all the years of
massaging, the years of friendship and the most recent
hour of physical pleasure I had given him. He told
me to close my eyes or he couldn't do it. But I would
peek just to see the naked hunk of my masturbation
dreams above me, using his hands on me. I realized
he had never even rubbed my shoulders and perhaps
he was reliving some pre-pubescent fantasy he had
had about me too because he was really working on
me. Exploring and doing more the just imitating my
massage moves. His finger dove in to me as I lay on
my stomach and he laughed at my groaning. There was
no hiding my pleasure and I didn't want to. "Maybe
I should use you like a girl" he said and I wanted
to beg him to do just that, even though he'd be the
first. But I remained quiet. I was his and he jacked
me until I was begging him as he had begged me.
He
stopped once to play with me but continued before
I had calmed down. I ejaculated all over us both.
Kyle pushed me back when I sat up to get the towel
and wiped me as he had done before. We didn't talk
about it. But he didn't go to his own room with the
other jocks that night. He said he wanted to crash
there because I had wiped him out. I didn't object
and I didn't say anything when he got into my bed
totally naked. I joined him and we talked awhile about
things we did as kids and places we did. He made my
eyes water saying that tonight was the best time of
all. And we held each other as we slept.
The
following week was when he told me he had gotten a
scholarship at another college and seemed thrilled
so what else could I do, I was thrilled for him. And
I cried that night because my hopes that our friendship
was about to become something more dashed by the news.
We wrote over the years and I joined him and his family
for holidays now and then in the years to come. He
visited me and met Darren, my lover. They got into
a long argument about basketball so Kyle liked him.
On the phone last week, Kyle asked me a question that
made me hurt. "Do you guys ever do the massage
thing like we used to?" I hoped he was asking
the question I wanted him to. I lied when I answered
saying "no". Of course I had done it often
with Darren sometimes thinking of Kyle and eventually
enjoyed it because it was Kyle. So often in life,
we think about what might have happened, if we did
or said something different or at a different time.
One of these days, I'll ask Kyle about that..."what
might have happened if..." But for now, that's
only a fantasy....my love for Darren is reality. Still,
Kyle and I remain friends...maybe more.
THE
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