Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 15:27:26 +1100 (EST) From: george Subject: Pro Bono 5 Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male/female sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Accolades, encouragement, suggestions, comments, and corrections are welcome and gladly accepted. Flames will be utterly ignored. dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au Chapter 5. It was a warm night, I left open the balcony door for some breezes. I was in bed, lying on my side, thinking about what happened earlier on in the bathroom, and something else, a night of my high school years which I'd stored in my memory archive until now. It was the day my parents and grand parents organised a party to celebrate my excellent High School Certificate results, which allowed me to enter The Law Faculty in the University of Sydney. I wanted to go to the Schoolie Parties in Gold Coast, but my over protective parents did not like the easy availibility of drugs at the Schoolie Parties, so, I stayed behind. The only other classmate didn't get to go was my best friend Benjamin Miller, the goal keeper of our soccer team. His reason for staying behind was twofold, the lack of money, and, his HSC results were not high enough for admission into The Law Faculty. He was a scholarship student in my school, one of those high fees snobbish private schools that your required parents to fork out several thousands of dollars each term. It was a great disappointment to him and his single parent mother. Our teachers and I were all surprised at his below par results, as he had been the high achiever during all the years. He told me going to University and study Arts wasn't an option for him, the only choice would be joining the workforce, to ease the financial burden of his mother. We invited him to my party. My parents and grand parents felt sorry for Ben, we went out of our way to keep the celebration low key. We booked a private room in one of the Chinese restaurant in China Town, all in all eight of us. When we finished our dinner, Ben and I decided we should go to some discos for a boys' night out. I remembered we ended up in Kings Cross, we were dragged into a couple of sleazy strip joints, then the mandatory adult bookshops, some prostitutes tried unsuccesfully offering special rates to get rid of our virginity. Before we knew, it was three in the morning, even Kings Cross was getting ready to call it a night. I was down to my last twenty bucks, so we bought a bottle of rum and a six pack, decided to drink and walk our way to my place. We stopped at the Rushcutter's Bay Park, had to empty our bladder. We sat on the lawn and Ben lit a joint. It was a moonless night, only light came from the boats mooring nearby, and the amber tip of the joint. Sipping the rum out of the bottle, we lay side by side in silence. When the joint kicked in, we started giggling a bit, talking about our soccer success, our losses, our injuries, who's getting laid, who's not, our conversation taken up with reminiscences of our years of high school life. Then I asked Ben what happened during the exam? Why such poor show? Because he was one of the top students in our class. "Personal stuffs". I didn't know he had any, I was curious. "Tell me, I'm your good friend, remember?". Ben cleared his throat. "Well?" "Jamie, I think I'm gay" "Yeah, I'm Mahatma Gandhi" "No, I'm not joking, I should know about myself" "You had too much to drink, what about Christina? You've been screwing her since last year" "Yes, I slept with her, but everytime I imagined I was screwing someone else, and as a matter of fact, that person is right next to me" "Ben, you are giving me the creep, this conversation is getting too fucking weird" "Jamie, hear me out, I might not have another chance to tell you this, I've joined up the army and I'm flying out to the Darwin training camp next week. I always get turn on by watching guys, especially you, that's why, if you ever noticed, I was always the last one to get in the shower after each soccer match, to avoid exposing my excitement in front of team mates. I tried hard to control my urge, but I just couldn't stop it. I started dating Christina, hoping it would help, but it didn't, you are still my object of desire" Now that he mentioned it, I couldn't remember the last time he joined me in the shower. "Jamie, I have no control over this feeling for you, all I know is that I want to be near you, perhaps that's love? I wish I know, and it just got worst the last six months, I couldn't concentrate on my study, and the rest is history. To proof my point, I'm getting a hard on right now" He took my hand and placed it on top of his fly, I felt the lump, I jerked my hand away as if branded by a hot iron. I took a huge gulp of the rum, and another drag of the joint. I didn't know what to say, my best friend a queer? We went slient. All I could hear was the beating of my heart, my ear drums were hitting by the dull sounds of thump thump thump, fucking hell, too much alcohol and grass. Then I felt his hand rested on my chest, moving up and down ever so slowly, after some minutes, it rested on my hard on. I couldn't remember when did I get hard, his hand started kneading it, I wanted him to stop, but I was paralyzed. I felt the dews on the grass, the cool lawn under me. I smelled his warm breath, a mixture of rum and joint. My cock hit by the cool air, then it was trapped in his hot palm, there was no escape. The manipulation, the feeling of rough skin against my smooth one, the sensation of my cock engulfed by a hot and moist cavity. Then the orgasm, ripples in the pond, undulations of waves, one after the other, I lost count, I didn't want it to stop. The sound of distant traffic woke me out of my dream, what followed was a cocktail of feelings, nausea, guilt, shame, betrayal. My best friend took advantage of me, my manhood under threat. I was blinded with anger, I hated this person who just gave me my first ever blow job, the best orgasm in my life, I jumped up and heaped obscenity on Ben "you fucking queer, I don't want to see your poofy face ever again, I should tell Christina about you little cock sucking shit, and the army will never accept your kind of arsehole as soldier" and started kicking Ben while he was still lying on the lawn. He could've fought back, and had me beaten, as a goalie, he was 6 inches taller and 20 pounds heavier. He just lay there and took the strikes, looked up with deep despairs in his eyes, pleading with me silently. I walked off in my righteous strides without looking back. Last year I heard from my old soccer mates that Ben became a member the Special Force and being posted to East Timor on some reconnaissance mission. Wished I had acted differently, I was a young fool then, sorry Ben. "Mr. James, a towel and tooth brush please?" "Sure, I'll get you one" I passed one of Marrion's pink towel and gave him my own tooth brush, no spare one, Tomas was not in my original living arrangement. Tomas stood there naked, the dim bedside lamp illuminating his strong body, the muscles generating moving shadows on him, small nipples dotted on the chests with fine brown fuzz, thick pubic bush forming at the base of his genital, low hanging cock swung while he was drying himself. Then he turned around and brushed his teeth, those strong columns of thighs supported those solid rounds of buttocks. He was humming some unfamiliar tune while he was coming out of the bathroom. Tomas chucked the towel on one of the chair, walked towards the vacant side of the bed, no underpants, troublesome night ahead. The mattress sank when he plunked himself in bed, our bodies touching. It felt so different from Marrion's soft body, his furry, solid, bigger, heavier. Marrion generated light sweet enticing fragrance, Tomas's smell was musky, animal like, dangerous, challenging. My hard on tented the boxer shorts, no hiding anymore. Tomas rolled onto his side, facing me, watching me, reaching out for me. I felt his hand rubbing my nipples, pulling them, rolling them between his fingers, I thought only women liked to have their nipples played. Making downward circles, filling my belly button hole with his little finger, burying his fingers into my pubic hairs, tingling my cock with the back of his hand, our eyes met, we were trying to work out what the other was thinking. He grabbed my cock, masturbating it slowly, I closed my eyes, I was too ashame to let anyone know that I could accept pleasure from another guy. His lips brushed mine, gently at first, licking me with the tip of his tongue, probing, I opened my mouth slightly, he took the hint, pushed his tongue passed my teeth, with him in charge. the masturbation stopped, I let out a groan, he rolled on top of me, his hard cock pressed down onto my belly, trying to poke a hole there. He grabbed my head with both of his hands, kissing me in earnest, I was in good hands, I could only respond, I followed the leader. I pushed my cock upward, side by side with his, hairs mingled, cocks sliding against each other, the coarse hairs on his thighs scratching me, his weight crushing me, he was my gladiator, I was no match for this brute, I was the under dog, ready to be slaughtered. He rested on his elbows, licked my throat, my nipples, bit them, he pushed his nose into my pubs, took in the smell of my crotch, I jumped when he used his stubbles to brushed the tip of my cock, I pushed upward, asking for more. He grabbed hold of it, used it like a brush, rubbed the tip against his chin, gently at first, then harder and harder, I cried for mercy, I cried for relieve. He took no notice. He licked its underside, took the head into his mouth, sucked on the crown with glove like tightness, then he let it slipped out of his mouth, continued his attention downwards, took one of my balls into his mouth, then two, then came the suction, it was almost painful. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, continued his journey. Found the small opening, licked the hairs surrounding it, pulled at them playfully, then came the hot tip of his tongue, licking, probing, wetting the ring. I had to bite my lips hard in order not to scream out loud, the pleasure was too much to bear. He let my legs down, swallowed my cock until his lips touched the base, until I could offer no more, and, and, I felt the invasion of his finger, forcing its way into the very core of my manhood, trying to demolish the barrier of all my taboo, I was penetrated. I came instanly, remembering that dark and moonless night, the morning dews, the smell of grass, the sound of waves, Ben's hot mouth over my cock, my anger, his despairs. But this time the pleasure was void of any feelings of guilt or shame, pulse after pulse, it took over me. Yes, I understood, a man could give another man pleasure, as natural as sun rise and sun set, as natural as waves hitting the shore, as natural as life and death, without guilt or remorse. Tomas straddled my chest, I was looking up to the column of marble, the huge red knob, lubricated by his pre-cum, glistering, displaying the glory of manhood, pumped by those strong hair knuckles, a growl escaped him, like the sound of a wounded giant, the hot come rained onto my face. Without thinking, I licked the drop off my lips, acrid, but not unpleasant. Wished I had acted differently, I was a young fool, sorry Ben. (To be continued.......)