From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Beginning
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 22:26:28 GMT

Lanny looked at me expenctantly. I guess I did the same to him. I was waiting
for some kind of response ranging from "fuk now..to I knew it..or get the hell
out". He said none of these things. In fact, he said nothing at all.
"Sorry" I said for no reason at all.
"For what?" he asked beginning to show a smile. 
I was trying not to look up his towel...for that's all he was wearing at the
time. It was hard..meaning not looking. Actually I was a bit hard but
thankfully I was wearing boxers.
"uh I guess I should have said something when we talked about getting this
place" I said putting my eyes straight forward onto his big grey eyes.
His smile was back now.
"hey no problem. I don't care if you screw sheep."
Lanny was from farm country in Indiana so his contstant references to sheep
kissing, cow tipping and horse hung farmboys were normal. Although at first I
suspected there were other meanings.
"At least it tells me one thing" 
"What's that?" I assumed it was time for the other shoe to drop.
Lanny stood up and whipped his towel off and threw it across the room.
"I don't have to worry about doing this anymore"
I didn't have to avert my eyes..his cock and balls were at eye level. Either
he was going to stick it in my face or was playing around..I didn't know
which.
"Hell, I used to walk around bare ass all the time. But I didn't do it here
because I was afraid you'd think I was coming on to you."
He bent over to pick up the towel. One of the many things I liked about Lanny
was he liked to keep the apartment neat.
The full view of his buttocks wasn't bad either. And the thought of him
walking around our place naked was a wonderful idea I thought.
"That's cool" I said..or rather admitted.
"But you got to do the same. I don't want to put on a show for you all the
time"
He laughed and attacked me...pullin on my clothing. We rolled around the
living room as we had done many times before....wrestling like little kids. My
pants would contain my erection that resulted from our horsing around..and
that time, it poked out of my boxer fly.
He was on top of me, keeping my arms pinned..he always won our wrestling
matches anyway.
The sight of his naked body above me, his heaving chest and his male genitals
dangling over me was in a word, WONDERFUL.
He could have me..my ass, my mouth whatever he wanted at that moment.
"I see part of you wants out...." he said and grabbed the cloth of my boxers
and stood lifting me as he pulled until my boxers ripped off.
The phone rang and he ran to get it. As he talked sweetly to whoever was on
the phone, his hand went to his cock and played with it.
Normally, I'd have left the room to give him privacy, but that day I sat there
and watched and played with my own erection. 
Lanny glanced at me a few times and smiled.
"Christ if you're gonna jack off all the time, maybe we shouldn't do this" he
said as he hung up the phone.
After classes, studying and whatever our evenings' activities contained, we
both end up in the living room watching late night movies, talk shows or cable
programs. From that wonderful coming out day on, we usually were far more
casual about what, if anything, we wore.
In fact, our lives around each other got better and better.....it wasn't rare
for Lanny to come into the kitchen naked to get breakfast or for me to jump as
he opened the shower curtain to talk to me as as I was soaping and rinsing.
As time wore on it got frustrating to. It was like having a lover who I
couldn't have sex with. We were already soul mates and became closer after I
came out.
I would talk to him about my dates and he about his. We gave each other room
to screw our dates in the living room...and it wasn't rare to come home late
to find the other buck naked having sex.
Dana stayed over a few times. He was one of my classmates with whom I was
having a wonderful time learning the joys of being versatile. I remember
hugging a naked Dana while we were in the kitchen one morning. We had just
spent the night sleeping very little and cumming loads and loads. I was
kissing, fondling his firm butt and feeling his hands playing with my nipples.
"Good morning boys" Lanny's voice interupted us. Dana jumped and I just looked
up while continuing to toungue Dana's tonsils.
Lanny, wearing only his jockey shorts went to the refrigerator, got milk,
poured it over a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat.
"Lanny" I said pulling my mouth off Dana's.
He laughed....and left the room adding his comment "Nice butt".
Dana was starteled but muttered a "thanks" before I put my tongue back in his
mouth.
"You two have a weird friendship" he said to me once.
Then another time I was in the living room wearing only my robe and eating my
own cereal while watching cartoons. Here I was 24 and still loved Saturday
morning cartoons....oh well, nobody's perfect.
Charlotte appeared wearing the smallest teddy I had ever seen...and besides
its size it was so thin, I could see her body through it.
"Good morning stud" she smiled at me as she made coffee. 
I wasn't surprized when Lanny walked out of his bedroom buck naked to accept
his cup of coffee. Nor was I surprised when both of them sat down in the
living room with me.
If anyone had watched or heard us, they would have shaken their heads. We sat
and talked for the longest time.
"You two ever do it?" Charlotte asked. I started to laugh and dispell the
thought but Lanny spoke first.
Lanny's response perked my attention "not yet".
I've never been a nudist. Even in school locker rooms, I was more then just
modest. It took me years to get comfortable about pissing around other guys. I
never knew if it was because I was gay or just shy.
But Lanny cured me of that. And beside the delightful view of his naked body
casually walking, sitting, moving around me....it was a new freedom for me to
be able to do the same.
And then I thought it had ended one afternoon/evening.
It was in the fall. The Indian Summer had made it a shorts and no shirt kind
of day on campus..and the bike ride home was even hotter. I showered and tried
to think about hitting the books.
As I walked past Lanny's bedroom door, I saw him laying on his bed naked as
usual.
For some reason I walked in and stood there looking at him. He never cared if
I looked at him, but for some reason it seemed sensual to do that while he
slept unsuspecting.
My fingers shook as I lifted his meaty cock and I looked it over. I kissed the
tip and licked it. It grew hard. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it awhile.
I licked his ballsac.
I threw caution to the wind knowing that what we had was a unique friendship
but for some reason I needed to end my frustration.
I was sucking with regular movements when I looked up at him. He had awakened
and was looking down at me.
He didn't move his hands to stop or encourage me. He just watched,
occasionally flinching when I hit a sensative spot. I kept watching as I
tongued..learning what spots were special to him. 
As if he realized I had learned everything he lay back and breathed deep and
moaned as I brought him to orgasm....letting his sperm pour over my lips and
drop back on his bare stomach.
I got a towel and wiped him dry. I didn't know what to say.
So I went to my room to study and ignoring my hunger for food and late night
television, went to bed.
I awoke seeing his silouhette standing there. He didn't say anything. I could
tell he was still naked.
Without either of us speaking one word, he got into my bed and we moved close
and touched.
I awoke with my head on his chest and his arms around me.
"Haven't you two slept together yet?" Charlotte asked.
I didn't answer the next time she asked.
"Of course" Lanny said and went back to watching boring golf on tv.
"Finally" she said and sighed.
Dana and I had moved on to other people. Mark was my latest boyfriend and he
loved coming over to watch Lanny walk around bare assed. I think he came over
more for that then having sex with me. But at least he came over.
He suggested we have a threeway..but that never happened.
Lanny got me to learn how to play golf....and we got into trouble on several
golf courses since we usually played wearing our cutoffs and no shirt..not the
usual sort of "official golf wear".
And those nights when Mark or Charlotte weren't around, or we felt the need,
one of us would crawl into the other's bed and express our unique need for
each other.
Long after Lanny married Hildy (he and Charlotte broke up in college) I would
visit and we'd go to my hotel or motel to relive the freedom we had shared,
the friendship that endured and the closeness that both of us needed.
I suspect that someday Lanny and I will be together again. I'd even be happy
to help him raise his two kids.
But until then, I walk around my own apartment totally bareass making whoever
is there amazed at my confidence and desire to do so.
And I wait for Lanny to use the key I gave him and join me. As sure as
farmboys tip over cows, screw sheep, play with their horses dicks, I'm sure he
will...someday.