GAY
STORIES: When
Friends Become Lovers
Chris
was my best buddy back in the spring of 1992. We spent
almost all of our free time together, at his house
or mine, or just hanging around anywhere. I was new
to his school and somehow we just hit it off together
right away. Back in those days we did everything together.
We were in class together, did our homework
together, chummed with the same friends together,
played video games together, you name it. Now I think
about it, I realize we saw each other almost every
waking minute of each day. Those were wonderful times.
The
day I "came out" was a typical Saturday
afternoon, like so many Saturday afternoons before
it, and I am sure like so many Saturday afternoons
not just in Germany, but in every country in this
world. Chris and I had taken in a movie at the theatre,
and then had gone back to his home. We were just sitting
on the sofa and enjoying the two-day break from school
like all young teenage boys. We talked about various
things, sports, the word on the latest video games
out, school, the typical boyish things, and of course
sex. "Do you think about sex much?" Christian
asked. "Sure," I replied honestly. "All
the time." "Do you, well, you know, get
horny when you think about it?" he asked. Chris
was far more outgoing than I. I'd never have the courage
to just come out and ask something like that back
then. I wouldn't even have the courage now. "Sure,"
I said with a grin, thinking immediately of how great
being horny felt.
With
Chris I could be open about anything. He was my best
bud. Being the shy type, making friends was of top
importance to me, and I valued his friendship. I did
not make friends easily then, and still don't today.
"You ever jack off?" "Yeah," I
admitted. "You?" "Yeah," Chris
said with a smile. "You do it very often?"
"As often as I can get my hands on it without
anyone seeing," Chris said with a wide grin.
Chris was always clowning around and making jokes,
something that made him quite popular with the girls
and the guys. Knowing that we were best buddies made
me feel special. "Yeah, me too, especially when
I'm really feeling horny," I said, wondering
if my once a day habit was more or less than the average
but too shy to ask. "You think other guys do
it?" "I guess so," I said with a shrug.
"Some anyway. Maybe not those that are real nerds."
"What
does yours feel like when you play with it?"
"I dunno, sort of strange. It gets all tingly,
and the top really begins to itch, and then it sort
of goes numb. Mostly it just feels super good."
"Yeah, mine too. I love how it feels when it's
growing. You know, getting hard. It makes my whole
body ache to have it touched." "Yeah, I
know what you mean," I replied. Mine was starting
to feel that way right at that moment. Normally I
would fight to prevent that condition from happening
in the presence of another boy, but it felt so good
I just let nature take its course. "Sort of hard
to describe how it feels after rubbing it for a while,"
Christian observed. "Yeah. You go all the way
all the time?" "Sure. You?" "Yeah,
coming is the best part." "Oh yeah,"
Chris said with a sigh, and you could tell he was
thinking of that feeling at that very moment. I know
I certainly was. "How long does it take you to
come?" "I dunno, sometimes it's real fast,
like in a couple minutes, other times it's maybe five
or ten minutes or longer, if I go real slow and have
stops." Chris stared off into space, thinking
about something.
I
had really become aware of my sexuality over the past
year and I wanted to continue talking, but I was feeling
uncomfortable at the same time. This was territory
I really knew very little about, and one in which
I was hiding a major secret, a secret that I was aching
to tell someone, but which at the same time I was
afraid to reveal. On the one had I wanted someone
to know, but at the same time I was worried what their
reaction might be. "You ever taste your cum?"
Chris finally asked. "Yeah, I have." "Me
too," he said, grinning again. I loved the way
his lips curled and his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
"You like it?" "Yeah, I do. Sort of
salty, and slimy, but in a good way." "Yeah.
You ever look at other boy's tools in the showers?"
"Sure. All the time. I think mostly everyone
does that." "Yeah," he agreed, "I
guess so. What do you think about when you jerk?"
"Boys." I just came right out and said it,
just like that. I didn't even think ahead of time
if I should tell the truth, or what the consequences
might be. That was what I thought about.
I'm
gay. I knew back then, and had known for a while before
Chris and I had that conversation that afternoon.
When it came to sex, all I ever really thought about
was boys, boys I knew and good- looking boys from
television and teen celebrities. When I jacked off
it was always some guy that I imagined I was jerking,
or that was jerking me, never me and a girl doing
something. It's funny in a way, but never in any of
those fantasies had I thought about Chris. He was
my best friend, my confidant, my buddy for life. I
just never imagined him and me in a sexual way.
Even
that afternoon and despite the conversation we were
having, I was not thinking about him. When Chris didn't
comment, I looked up at him. "Just boys?"
he finally asked looking at me blankly. "I like
boys better than girls," I observed. "I'm
. . . well. . . ." I looked down at the floor
and studied the pattern. "Well . . . I'm gay,
Chris." It's funny. We were just talking about
sex in general and at the moment it just seemed so
natural to reveal my secret. After all, he was my
best buddy. Who better to share such a secret with?
Of course the moment I had said it I had become scared,
and as I looked up at him my heart stopped as I waited
for his reply. I was curious what his reaction would
be, on the one side hopeful, on the other fearful.
It was only a matter of seconds, but it seemed like
an hour to me and I began to wonder if I had made
a mistake. Suppose he hated me? Suppose he found gays
disgusting? I knew there were a lot of people who
did. For many of my classmates that was the ultimate
insult, calling someone a fag. Suppose he told everyone?
My young mind imagined every horror that it could,
and fortunately for me there were several I had no
idea of yet at that tender age. Chris was my best
friend and I found it difficult to believe he would
have any negative reactions, but then he was only
thirteen, and even boys at that age have a very definite
view about homosexuals. Boys of our age could also
be very cruel.
As
I waited I realized I had no idea what he might think.
I've always been very sensitive and self-conscious,
and in those few seconds I'd gotten myself so worried
and so upset I was about to break out in tears. Chris
slid closer to me on the sofa, and at first I thought
he was going to punch or kick me. I tensed, ready
to duck, ready to flee as a sinking feeling developed
in the middle of my chest. Then he took my hand in
his and squeezing it gently, he said, "Gert,
it doesn't matter to me how you are. I like you no
matter what. We're buddies, best buddies." I
was so relieved, and so happy to hear those words,
that my eyes clouded over and I had to blink before
my lower eyelids overflowed. I guess Chris noticed
I was about to cry because he wrapped his arm about
me and squeezed me tight. I immediately put my arms
about him and managed to blink away my tears, except
for one that overflowed my lower lid and trickled
down my right cheek.
Although
deliriously happy at Chris's reaction, I was still
feeling as tense as a wound up spring about to uncoil.
As we separated, our lips touched, a feather touch,
and desire swept through me from my lips to my groin
and on to my toes, not sexual desire, but a desire
to be held and loved. Like a fever it raced through
my young body. Wrapping my arms about Chris, I drew
him to me, our lips still together. I slid down on
my back and Chris followed on top of me, and our lips
pressed more tightly together. It felt so good having
his body so close to mine. I wanted to just lay like
that forever, arms about each other and our lips locked.
We at last broke the kiss, and quickly started another.
It was so sweet kissing another boy, feeling his warm,
moist lips pressed against mine, feeling his warm
boy breath blowing across my face. As we continued
kissing I slowly opened my mouth and Chris slipped
his tongue inside. I closed my eyes and quivered with
the sensation of his tongue inside my mouth, of his
tongue sliding against mine. I was in heaven with
this boy in my arms and me kissing him, something
I'd dreamed of but thought would never happen. He
looked so good. Michelangelo's sculpture of David
came to my mind.
Chris
was my blond-haired, blue-eyed
David. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his
warm body and wonderful skin, so smooth and soft,
like silk I ran my fingertips over his hairless chest,
over his ribs and the fleshy mound of his young boy's
breast. Slowly pulling his pullover shirt up and over
his head, I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and sweatshirt.
He stared down at me intently and unbuttoned the top
of my jeans. I was so surprised I just lay there as
he pulled down my fly. I had thought we would just
caress and kiss, nothing more. Just doing that had
already made me the happiest boy on the planet. Standing
up and pushing down my jeans, I looked over at him
as he did the same. We stepped out of them together
and I smiled over at him. We did everything together.
It was rather obvious from the way my underwear was
sticking out that I had a bone.
He
took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was hot
but still soft. I pulled down his underwear, and then
as I stood he pulled down my boxers. It was the first
time we had seen each other naked, and for the first
time I noticed just how beautiful Christian was. We
hugged again and our naked bodies pressed against
each other. I started kissing his chest. It was so
smooth and so warm. I worked across from right to
left and back again. I kissed his soft little nipple.
By the time I made my way to the second one it was
hard. I'd never realized a boy's nipples could get
hard before. I looked down at it, a little rosebud
only slightly pinker in colour than his chest. I bent
my head and placing my lips about it, I sucked on
it gently. Chris evidently liked what I was doing.
He ran his fingers through my short, brown hair, and
then put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage
them, at the same time pushing down on them. I went
down still kissing every inch of his beautiful chest,
following its smooth, boyish contours. Reaching his
waist, I kissed and licked his bellybutton.
Slowly
I continued on down over his flat stomach. Soon I
was close to his dick. He had no pubic hair yet, just
like me. I hesitated, wondering if I should. Eager
to do so, I hesitated only for a moment, and then
I kissed his dick and it stared to grow. I knelt down
in front of him and took it in my mouth. I closed
my eyes and placed my hands on his naked hips for
balance, dizzy with the sensation as I felt his young
dick swelling between my lips, slowly filling my mouth.
His dick was the best thing I had ever tasted, and
the best thing I ever would taste. Clean, natural,
just as a boy should taste.
It
felt so warm and nice in my mouth, as if it was meant
to be there. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and
he squirmed with the arousal, so I did it again, driving
him crazy. I loved the taste and smell of his raw
dick, but even more, I loved being able to make Chris
feel good. I finally stood up and smiled at him, my
lips moist and the taste of him in my mouth. He grabbed
my stiff tool and pulled me toward the sofa. He lay
down and I lay down next to him.
We
lay there for some minutes playing with each other's
dicks, caressing them with tenderness and love, stroking
them to satisfy the itch that was developing in our
cockheads. I had imagined that scene with so many
different boys over the past year or two, but none
of those dreams came near the joy and arousal of doing
it for real with Chris. Our dicks were slender and
of average size for boys just entering their adolescence,
ripe and eager to be touched and pleasured. Having
someone else's fingers tugging and stroking my cock
was so different from stroking it myself, and although
Chris was doing the same thing as I did daily, it
was like a totally new experience. Similarly, easing
his foreskin up and down over his knob and squeezing
and fingering his hard, hot dick felt so very different
from having my own cock in my hand. We lay like that
for the longest time, arousing each other as we had
so often aroused ourselves.
Receiving
such pleasure from your very best friend, and returning
the pleasure is something that could never be adequately
described. We reversed positions. I don't remember
now which one of us made the first move, and suspect
that we just did it together, our two young minds
linked somehow in thought. I looked at Chris's stiff
cock jutting up along his stomach, the skin pulled
back to form a collar about his mushroom cap knob.
It looked so beautiful. As I slipped my fingers about
the base and drew it away from his body, I felt Chris's
fingers do the same with mine. As I slowly bent my
head, I felt Chris's hot breath against my bared knob,
and as I slipped my lips over his dick once more,
I felt his hot, moist lips slip over mine.
I
eased my lips down, wanting to take all of him in
my mouth, and I felt his lips easing farther down
my shaft also. Soon my nose was pressed against the
smooth pubes above his dick, and his nose was pressed
against mine. We slowly eased our lips back up, our
stiff little boy cocks pulsating wildly. Pausing half
way up the shaft, I began to suck on Chris's tool
as he began to suck on mine. At the time I did not
know there was a name for such a thing as we were
doing. I just knew it was the greatest thing I had
ever experienced, sucking a boy's dick and getting
my own sucked too. Feeling Chris's hot, moist mouth
enveloping my cock, and feeling his lips tighten as
he sucked on it, sent ripples of pleasure through
my cockhead, and having his organ in my mouth was
equally fantastic. It was more than the physical pleasure
though. My best buddy loved me so much that he would
take my dick in his mouth. That he would suck on that
most private and special organ sent ripples of pleasure
through my mind that were far more intense than any
ripple of physical pleasure. And, of course, that
he would allow me to do the same thing to him gave
me just as much, if not more pleasure.
Although
what we were doing was more than I had ever dreamed
of doing at the age of fourteen, and although what
we were doing was more pleasant and more rewarding
than I had ever imagined, after a while I wanted something
else. Easing my lips off his stiff, throbbing dick,
I ran my tongue down over his hairless sack, on down
between his legs and along the cord to the bottom
of his butt. "What are you doing?" he panted,
having taken his mouth off my dick. "I want to
put my cock up your butt," I replied simply.
To my delight, Christian turned around and lay on
his stomach on the sofa, offering me his buttocks.
I pulled his soft ass cheeks apart and saw his small
hole for the first time.
It
was the first time I'd ever seen anyone's asshole.
His ass cheeks were a light pink, and as they approached
his asshole they grew lighter to almost white, then
formed a darker, brown-coloured areola around his
hole. His hole itself was a beautiful pink little
pucker. It seemed like it smiled at me, and I smiled
back. I bent closer and I thought it was going to
taste disgusting, but as my lips met his pucker and
kissed it, I was surprised and delighted to find it
was sweet and warm. I kissed it several times and
then slid my tongue over it again and again, but I
still wanted more than this. I wanted to have this
sweet butt hole around my dick. "Can I do it?"
I asked, my voice a weak whisper I was so nervous.
I wanted to be certain. "Yes," he replied,
his own voice quivering.
He
spread his legs apart. We were the best of friends.
I realized then that I hadn't had to ask and a warm
feeling passed over me. I moved up into position,
and then moved in closer. The tip of my hard, hot
dick touched his butt. We were both shivering with
excitement. This afternoon was the first time either
of us had ever done anything sexual with another person.
I could not stop trembling I was so anxious, on the
one hand so eager to unite with him, on the other
so worried that in my ignorance and innocence I might
do something wrong, or that this might not be as perfect
as I wanted it to be. Overlying all of it, was fear,
fear of the unknown, and a desire that made my heart
ache.
When
I talked to Chris later about what we had done, he
said he was feeling the same things. Chris reached
behind and pulled his asscheeks apart to help me.
Taking my dick in one hand, I placed the tip of my
cockhead right on his hole. Then, with that mixture
of conflicting emotions and thoughts, I slowly pressed
forward. Panting in short gasps with the arousal and
the effort, I felt my dickhead slowly wedging open
his saliva-slick anus. Encouraged, I eased forward
a bit more, and was rewarded with his anus stretching
even wider and my saliva-coated dickhead easing in
further.
I
inhaled deeply and pushed my hips forward. What with
our desire, his saliva coating my dick from the sucking
it had received, and the fact that at fourteen I had
a rock-hard and slender cock, I managed to penetrate
him. As I slowly but determinedly eased my dick on
up into him, I trembled, but this time with the wonderful
sensation of having my bone being enveloped by a hot,
moist tunnel. It felt so good as I lay there on top
of his warm naked body, my hard cock deep inside him
and his hot, moist hole pulsating all around it. He
was so hot and so tight, tighter than my fist had
ever squeezed my dick. As I lay there enjoying the
remarkable sensation, Chris started to move his butt
back and forth. I raised up slightly to allow him
to slide his butt up and down my cock.
The
worry and anxiety had totally dampened my arousal,
so that it was like starting all over, which was certainly
fine with me, and seemed to be fine with Chris. It
was wonderful, feeling his hot, moist chute squeezing
around my dick and working up and down it. I do not
know how long we kept on going like that. It seemed
like a long time and I wanted it to last forever,
but then he asked if he could try doing it to me.
Eager to allow him the same delightful pleasure as
he had allowed me, I slowly pulled my dick out of
his butt. I slipped down and kissed his hole again,
thanking it for the pleasure it had brought me. As
Chris got up, I lay down on the sofa to offer my butt
to him as he had done for me. "Not that way,"
Chris said, "I want to play with your dick while
I do it to you, and I want to be able to watch your
face." I rolled over on my back and looked up
at Chris standing beside me. He was my David, a youth
with marble-smooth skin, a delightful hairless chest
and narrow waist widening again into graceful hips
and splitting into beautiful, slender, hairless legs.
His young boycock was stiff and jutted up at an angle
from his hairless pubes, and his balls hung loosely
below it.
He
was thirteen and the most beautiful boy in the world,
his naked body glowing with a sheen of sexual sweat
and arousal. Chris knelt down on the floor beside
the sofa and he kissed me, a sweet, tender kiss, the
type of kiss that one boy gives another when they
are in love. We were in love. Sometime in the past
hour we had gone from best buddies to lovers. I knew
it in his eyes, and in the way that he touched me.
This was not just teenage hormones and a need to get
off a load. This was not just puppy boy exploration
and experimentation. This went way beyond just being
horny and wanting sex. The sweetness of that kiss,
the tenderness with which his fingertips caressed
my chest, and the look of passion and affection in
those blue eyes could leave no doubt that this was
love. I suspect my own green eyes were telling Chris
the same thing.
I
loved Chris too, more than anyone I had ever loved
before, more than the love I had imagined in countless
jack off sessions. As I looked into his eyes I would
have done anything that he would have asked, not out
of gratitude for the way he had accepted my coming
out, not because of any hormonal lust, but because
he cared for me. He had not said if he was gay too,
but at that moment it did not matter. Like he had
said, it does not matter how two people are if they
are really buddies, if they really care for each other.
I cared for him too, with all my heart, with all my
being, and not because of the sex, although that had
been great and certainly was part of it. I cared for
him because of his acceptance of me, and his unconditional
offer of himself.
Chris
moved down to the end of the sofa and spread my legs.
He spit on one finger and then gently and carefully
eased it into my hole. It felt strange but also good,
and I sighed as he slowly began to finger fuck my
ass. "Yes," I sighed when he did not appear
to be planning on stopping what he was doing. "That
is so good, but use your dick." Chris removed
his finger and I expected him to mount me, but instead
he crouched down and I felt his tongue press against
my hole. He was licking my asshole, just as I had
licked his, and his love was confirmed.
A
person who was concerned only for his own pleasure,
his own ejaculation, would never do that. He forced
his hot, moist tongue into my hole and it was so great,
both the sensation of having my asshole tongued and
the idea of my best buddy, of my lover, performing
that perverted but wonderfully erotic act. His tongue
darted in and out of my opening, preparing it for
his cock, and at the same time lubricating it with
his spittle. After what seemed like the longest time,
Chris got up and moved in closer between my legs.
I raised my buttocks and pulled my buttcheeks apart
to make it easier for him to enter me. As I felt the
hot tip of his dick at my crack, I thought I was going
to die of pleasure.
I
could not wait to feel him inside me. As he began
to push his hips forward and I felt his cockhead stretching
apart my anus, I relaxed and tried my best to open
up to him. Although my anus was moist with his spittle,
and although his young boycock was slender, it began
to hurt. I relaxed more and he continued to push down,
his cockhead forcing open my anus. It was beginning
to hurt like hell, and the fear that I would not be
able to accept him flashed though my mind. The pain
was excruciating, worse than anything I had ever felt.
I began to panic, seriously worried now that I would
not be able to give Chris the same wonderful pleasure
as he had given me, worried that I would not be able
to experience the pleasure of him inside of me. I
wanted Chris inside me, I wanted to unite with him
in what had to be the most wonderful act that two
boys could ever engage in. I wanted to feel his hot,
hard cock deep in my body, I wanted to give him the
same pleasure as he had given me. I wanted to enjoy
that pleasure together, as two lovers.
In
my desperation and eagerness, I closed my eyes and
strained to accept him, and I was rewarded by the
unique sensation of being penetrated. His slender
boycock slowly but surely forced open my anus and
began to slide into my body. It still hurt like hell,
but it felt good at the same time. As I kept my hips
raised and as he grasped my straining body tightly,
he eased his dick up my hole until his warm, smooth
thighs were pressing against my buttcheeks. He then
bent down and as our lips met I felt his tongue pressing
against my lips. I parted them and his tongue slipped
inside my mouth. It was so fantastic, his dick deep
up my butt, his tongue in my mouth. He gave me a long,
hot French kiss. I relaxed then as he started slowly
driving his dick in and out of my butt while at the
same time slowly stroking my dick.
Never
in my wildest dreams could I ever have imagined the
physical and mental pleasure I was feeling at that
moment, and no words can truly describe the experience.
Feeling Chris's hard, hot cock deep inside my body
and feeling it working in and out of my hole sent
ripples of pleasure through my asshole and radiating
out through my butt. Having him working his fist slowly
up and down my stiff, aching dick was sending ripples
of pleasure through it and radiating out through my
pubes. I lay there with my eyes closed and my lips
slightly parted, my mind spinning with the pleasure
and my entire body feeling like it was pulsating.
Then I opened my eyes a crack and looked up at his
face, at the glow in his cheeks and his rose-red lips
parted and moist with his spittle, and at those deep
blue eyes half closed and glazed with the arousal
and pleasure passing through his own body.
Our
eyes met and his lips curled into a slight grin, as
did mine. He continued to stare down into my face
and I continued to stare up into his as he worked
his dick in and out of my hot, moist hole, and as
he continued to pump my rock-hard, aching cock. The
look on his face was the greatest thing I had ever
seen. You could see the pleasure he was feeling, and
the joy he was having in giving me pleasure and knowing
that he was doing so. The delight he was giving me
was more than I had imagined possible. I had willingly
and eagerly accepted him into my body, and my hot,
moist chute was now pulsating hotly and pleasantly,
all pain long forgotten. My hot hole sheathed my best
friend's cock, surrounding it with warmth and eagerly
awaiting his hot, delightful offering.
We
were both close to climax. I could tell that in his
eyes, and I knew he could tell the same in mine. His
grin grew wider, and so did mine. This was so fantastic
watching each other's faces as our dicks ached and
strained with the same itch, as he began to work his
hips to and fro faster and faster and to beat my irritated
cock more and more rapidly. It was so fantastic watching
each other's expressions as our nuts contracted and
drew up to the base of our cocks, as our young boy
cum raced up the core of our dicks and shot out of
our burning knobs at the same time. His face contorted
with that sweet pleasure as he shot his load up my
butt and at the same time I threw my head back and
inhaled sharply as I shot mine over my chest.
I
could feel his dick throbbing deep inside me, squirting
his cum deep into my rectum, filling me with his sweet
cream. He thrust his cock in and out of me and gasped
for breath, and he smiled down at me with pure ecstasy.
At the same time my cum flew through the air in an
arch and struck me in the middle of the chest. Being
fourteen, I had a copious load every time I climaxed,
and this afternoon was no exception. Shot after shot
erupted from my pulsating organ, which Chris was still
gripping tightly in his fist. It landed in thick globs
on my heaving chest, striking my nipples, spattering
over my fleshy boy breasts and oozing down my sides.
It was one of the most violent ejaculations I had
ever had, and later Chris confessed the same about
his.
We
lay united and motionless after those violent waves
of ejaculation for a long time, and then Chris bent
lower and licked the highest shot of cum on my chest.
As he worked his way down to the next shot, his dick
began to ease out of my ass. It was so hot watching
him licking up my cum and feeling him still inside
me. He finally slipped out of my hole, but he still
lay there between my legs licking the cum off my chest.
His tongue lapped up each creamy puddle, and then
followed the streaks where they had dribbled down
along my ribs. As he got closer to my dick, I told
him to lie down beside me because I wanted to suck
on his so I could taste his cum too.
He
did and I slipped his damp, softening tool in my mouth
and started sucking. Pressing my lips tightly about
his warm, rubbery cock and working my mouth up and
down as I sucked, I milked the remainder of his cum
out of it. His final drops were thick and stuck to
my tongue. They were sweet and salty at the same time
and tasted delicious to me. At the same time Chris
took my dick in his mouth and sucked out the last
of my boy cream. When we finished, we kissed each
other, and I could taste my cum on Chris's lips and
smell my cum on his breath, and he said he could taste
and smell his too. We lay there naked on the sofa
kissing and cuddling for a long time. It was wonderful
just being held, just having another boy's warm, naked
body against mine. My first coming out could not have
been better, and the first sexual experience either
of us had ever had could not have been more perfect.
I had no idea how long our relationship was going
to last, or what the future was going to bring the
two of us, but I knew at that moment, my best buddy
had become my first lover, and I was on top of the
world.
THE
END
