Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 21:00:13 CST From: K Ration Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 19 Family Friends Chapter Nineteen Bob & Steve Try Something New Janet and Ann hadn't really said all that much at the floral shop about what had happened the previous weekend. Janet had started to apologize for the air of sexual tension, but Ann had stopped her by saying that she had noticed it too. She said she noticed Bob was having trouble keeping control and she admitted noticing Steve's semi-erection when he got drink refills. "But I think we were all keyed up. I don't know about you, but the problem the guys were having made me a little wet too. Bob and I talked about it and decided everything was OK. He'd like to talk with Steve alone sometime this weekend, though; about something that happened at our house, nothing upsetting, just man talk." Janet was relieved to hear what Ann was saying. "I'm sure glad to hear you say that. I found myself getting wet too and was worried that something was happening that was going to affect our friendship," she said. Ann's closing remark was, "Any affect will be a positive one, not negative." The rest of the week had gone fine. The couples had talked by themselves about the upcoming weekend and the fact that the kids would be gone all weekend. Bob wanted to spend some time alone with Steve and tell him what he had seen in the sauna and what it had done to him. Janet wanted to talk with Ann alone and share what she had seen in her sauna. Steve wanted an opportunity to talk with Bob about something that had come up in his conversation with Rusty. And Ann just wanted some time with Janet to see what was going on. She had started to fantasize about things she hadn't thought of in many years. While specifics weren't discussed in either household, each spouse knew that the other was hoping that experiences from their past could be repeated. Thursday afternoon Janet suggested that Ann come over for a light dinner and the Miss USA pageant Friday night while Steve went over to watch the basketball game with Bob. That night Bob and Ann talked about it and realized that things were shaping up just the way they wanted. So after work on Friday, Steve went to Bob's house and Ann went to Janet's. When the game was over, Bob suggested that he and Steve sit in the sauna for a while. Since they had not yet undressed, they stripped out of their clothes in the kitchen, grabbed towels from the laundry room and walked naked to the sauna. As the heat was building, they talked of such mundane things as mutual clients and the game they had just watched. But as the room got hotter, conversation dwindled. They sat there next to each other on the bench along the left side of the room, towels at their sides, penises limp between their legs. Leaning back against the wall with their eyes closed, neither said anything for a long time. Then, sensing movement beside him, Steve opened his eyes to see Bob pulling a towel over his lap. "What's with the sudden modesty, Bob?" Steve asked. "I'm sorry," Bob answered. "I was just thinking about something I saw last weekend that reminded me of my own youth and I'm afraid I got a little excited. I didn't want to embarrass either of us, so I covered it up." Moving his hands to his lap, Steve asked, "What did you see?" "Well, the boys were out here in the sauna and Ann and I were about ready to turn in, so I thought I'd come check on the boys and make sure everything was OK. I didn't turn the outside light on, figuring I could make my way across the yard toward the light from the door here. When I got here, I guess my head got to the window about the time my hand touched the door handle. But I never opened the door. When I glanced inside, I saw the boys playing with each other; you know, masturbating. Jack sat right here where we are, Rusty to the left there across from the door, and Rex was standing in the middle of the room in front of the other two. Jack was playing with Rex, Rex had his hand on Rusty and Rusty was playing with Jack. I was so surprised I couldn't move. I mean, it didn't bother me, it wasn't that. I figured Rex and Rusty would have started experimenting by now. But I didn't know they were doing it together and I wasn't expecting them to be doing it in the sauna. I just froze for a minute. It was like looking back in time and seeing myself when I was that age. It gave me an instant erection, but I just kept looking at the boys and their hands moving on each other's penis. The memories were so strong I really wanted to stay, but I forced myself to leave and go inside. I just kept thinking of the fun I had doing the same thing when I was that age." While he was relating this story, Bob's penis had gotten harder and harder. At the end, his towel was a tent in his lap. "I hope you aren't upset, Steve, that I looked in on your son and the other boys." Steve, whose own hardon was wedged tightly between his legs so it wouldn't spring forth and embarrass him, said, "No, Bob. In fact, from a discussion Rusty and I had the other night in our spa, I'm not the least bit surprised by what you saw. Rusty was asking me some questions about masturbating and oral sex that told me he and Rex were doing something already or planning to do something. The boys obviously didn't know what semen is and Rusty seemed honestly worried that he might be doing something that would hurt him. But the questions he was asking reminded me so much of some times I had with some of my friends that by the time we were through talking he and I both had erections. We had the air blower on and he didn't think I could see, but I could tell he was playing with himself just before we got out. I was a little embarrassed to stand up and climb out of the pool with an erection and no way to hide it, but I figured I didn't have a choice if I didn't want to destroy everything I had just said. I have to admit that seeing his hardon was kind of exciting. It reminded me of my own when I was his age. In fact, I sort of envy the experience you had. I don't know if I'd have been able to tear myself away from the window." "Did you have some friends you used to play around with, too?" Bob asked, somewhat surprised and certainly relieved. He had moved his hands to his lap and was trying to squeeze the tension from his hardon without being obvious. But of course, Steve could see what was happening. "Yeah," Steve answered, "there were four or five of us over a period of several years, but just three of us that played with each other all the way from grade school through high school. We all went to different colleges or we might have continued even longer, although none of us was queer." Needing relief and sensing that Bob was ready for some encouragement, Steve said, "Look, Bob, why don't we both admit we have a hardon and forget this false modesty." With that, he opened his legs and allowed his erection to spring forth. Sitting there beside him, Bob breathed a sigh of relief, sat back against the wall and removed his towel. Steve gave his crotch a long look, so long in fact that Bob began to squirm uncomfortably. Bob's penis was about the same thickness and a little shorter than Steve's, but it stuck straight out from his groin with an upward tilt that would have made it a perfect fit for any woman. Bob's seemed harder than Steve's, its shorter length giving it more rigidity. Steve had already moved his hand to his lap and was gently stroking himself, and he watched as Bob followed suit. The two friends were still sitting side by side, their hips only inches apart. "Bob," he said as he watched his friend begin to play with himself, "I have to admit that I have wondered for a long time what you would look like with a hardon. I want to say, I'm not disappointed. I find your dick rather exciting." Looking down at Steve's hand stroking his erection, Bob answered, "I envy you the length of yours." The two just sat there for awhile gently stroking themselves, each with their own thoughts., each wanting to take the next step but afraid of how the other would react. Eventually, Steve said, "Bob, did I understand correctly that you had some friends that you used to play with when you were our boys' age?" "Yeah, those are some of my fondest memories," Bob answered. They grew silent again until Bob asked hesitantly, "How old were you when you finally stopped playing with your friends?" "Oh, I guess about the eleventh grade. Most of the guys I used to do it with moved away, but there was one guy I remember playing around with in Civics class which was ninth grade. And I remember my closest friend and I beat off together a few times after he had a crotch full of hair." "Did you do each other at that age, too, or just do yourselves." "We did each other." Again they fell silent, each gently stroking his cock and trying to work up the courage to say what was on their minds. Each was thinking it would be a lot easier if they he were a mind reader. Finally, Steve worked up the courage to take the next step. With hesitant, halting words, and a lot of hems and haws, he said, "Bob, I hope what I'm about to say doesn't destroy our friendship, but, uh.. would you, uh.. I mean, could I, uh.. Aw forget it." Bob had been holding his breath hoping Steve was going to offer to play with his dick. Trying to restrain the excitement in his voice, he said, "Go ahead, Steve. What were you going to say?" They were each looking at the other's hand stroking up and down on their cocks, avoiding each other's eyes. "Jeez, it's been so long, I'm afraid to say it." Then, taking a deep breath, he forced himself to say, "Could I just touch your dick for a minute? I haven't touched another guy's penis in so long." Bob looked up from Steve's hand sliding up and down on his erection to Steve's face. With a look of understanding and a chuckle, Bob said, "I thought you'd never ask. But you have to let me touch yours, too." With that, Bob moved his hands to his sides, leaned back and closed his eyes. Steve released his own penis and reached over hesitantly and wrapped his fingers tentatively around his friend's hardon. He really did think Bob's hardon was the best looking one he had ever seen. He wished his own stuck out straight without that twist to the left. As he gently slid his hand up and down Bob's penis, Steve thought back to his youth and pictured himself at the age of fourteen, the age of his and Bob's sons. He had long forgotten how it felt to have someone else's penis in his hand and he was glad he was getting this opportunity to experience it again after all these years. He never bothered to look at Bob's face. He just kept staring at the dick in his hand, marveling at the feel of it. It should have felt the same as his own, but somehow it felt different. After just a couple of minutes of slow stroking, he lost all of his initial hesitancy. As he felt those old familiar feelings coming back, he twisted on the bench so that he could use his left hand to stroke Bob's nuts. He used just the finger tips to encircle his friend's scrotum, drawing his fingers lightly up all four sides, just as he liked to do to himself. He was really getting into it and losing all track of time, when suddenly Bob straightened up and said, "Hey, it's my turn." When Steve sat back against the wall, he noticed that Bob's face was really flushed and his breathing was ragged. He realized the color might be due to the heat, but he knew the breathing was a sign of how turned on Bob was getting. Steve's eyes were closed when Bob finally reached over and took hold of his penis. The touch was light and feathery, not so unlike Janet's actually, but very different because it wasn't Janet. Steve sat there enjoying the memories of himself and his friends playing with each other and imagined Bob's hand was one of those from long ago. As Bob continued to stroke him, Steve's thoughts turned to a camping trip he had taken with a friend and his family. His friend's mom, dad and two sisters slept in the big tent while he and his friend shared a small pup tent. After several minutes of real pleasure, Steve opened his eyes and looked at Bob's hand gliding smoothly up and down the length of his penis. He could see that Bob was looking intently at what he was doing, and Steve wondered what he was thinking. It certainly looked like Bob was enjoying the sight as well as the touch. Suddenly Bob asked, "What did you tell Rusty when he asked about oral sex?" "Well, I explained it to him, you know, what husband's and wives do for each other, and then all of a sudden he asks if guys ever did it with other guys." He almost came from the sudden pressure of Bob's hand squeezing his dick. "Whoa!" Bob said. "How did you answer that one?" "I just said that, yeah, lots of guys probably try it a time or two with their friends when they're young, but only gays keep doing it." Looking up at Steve's face, his hand paused at the base of his friend's penis, Bob said, why did you say it that way? Did you ever try it with your friends?" Sitting upright, Steve said, "It's my turn again, Bob. I didn't get enough the first time." Bob sat back on the bench and closed his eyes as his penis was once again wrapped in the fingers of his friend's hand. It was hard to believe the emotions that Bob was experiencing. The pleasure he was getting out of tonight's experience came as much from remembering and fantasizing about past experiences as from the actual stroking he was receiving. He even thought of Rex and Rusty's penises as though they were his and Steve's. As Steve continued to stroke his friend's hardon, he began to explain about the camping trip he had been remembering. He explained that one night he and his friend, Don, had been masturbating in their tent, taking turns stroking each other. He even described the different techniques they used. Steve used a whole hand approach while Don used just his thumb and forefinger. Steve used these techniques on Bob as he described them, finally settling on his own whole hand technique. He kept looking at Bob's penis with its slender pointy head as he continued talking about the camping trip. It was their sophomore year in high school and neither of them had started dating yet. But Steve could remember that he masturbated almost every day at that time. As they played with each other, Steve said, Don had suddenly offered to go down on him if Steve would do the same. "Well, Don's dick was about twice as thick as yours is now, Bob, and mine was still more like Rusty's. At the time, I wasn't at all interested in having oral sex with this guy. But you know, I've wondered ever since what it would have been like, and I've often wished I'd taken him up on his offer. I was thinking of that the other night when Rusty asked me if men ever had oral sex with one another. I think that's what brought on my erection." By this time, Steve had moved so that he was sitting on the bench next to Bob's feet. Bob had spread his legs as he felt Steve move so that Steve could reach his balls more easily. "Have you ever had that kind of experience, Bob?" Steve asked. "Well, sort of. One night a long time ago I went to one of those adult book stores with movies for a quarter?" As he said this, he looked down at Steve whose hand was slowly sliding up and down on his erection. When Steve nodded, an expectant look on his face, Bob continued. "Well, I went into one of the booths and dropped in a quarter. Boy was I surprised when the movie turned out to be about gay guys. Then I notice this hole in the wall. I think I'd heard the term glory hole before, but it didn't really register that this is what that was until the guy in the next booth stuck his dick through it. His was small, like mine, and I was feeling the effects of too much wine for dinner, so I reached up and grabbed his dick gently and stroked it a few times. Then he pulled it back and I stuck mine through the wall. His hands must have been really sweating 'cause it felt real moist, so when he stuck his hardon back through the wall again, I bent over and sniffed it. It didn't smell bad, so I sucked it into my mouth. But I was really scared of getting caught, so after just a couple of sucks, I let it go, beat off like crazy and got out of there. It felt good." After another minute or two of stroking his friend, Steve decided that was the only answer he was needed. Looking to see that Bob's eyes remained closed, Steve slowly positioned himself on his knees between his friend's feet, and very very slowly lowered his head toward Bob's lap. At the last minute, he moved his hand down to the base of Bob's penis and took the erection into his mouth. He was very hesitant at first. He didn't know what it would be like, and he wasn't positive how Bob was going to react. But as he closed his mouth around Bob's penis, Bob gasped and thrust his hips into Steve's face. Looking up, Steve could see that Bob hadn't opened his eyes. He was just sitting there, pelvis thrust forward, back arched, a look of rapturous pleasure on his face. Steve moved his head so that his mouth moved up and down the length of Bob's penis, the head of it gliding over his tongue. He couldn't believe the thrill of it. Bob's penis was just the right size not to feel intrusive in his mouth and he marveled at the feel of it. Not having any taste, the penis was not at all offensive. Steve continued to slide his mouth up and down on Bob's penis for several minutes, frequently letting it come all the way out where he could stroke it and look at it, then sucking it back in. He was amazed at how thrilling it was to feel his friend's penis sliding back and forth along his tongue and in and out of his mouth, against his lips. At the same time, however, he hoped that Bob wouldn't cum in his mouth. He wasn't ready for that. After some time, breathing heavily, Bob sat up a little straighter, drawing his penis from Steve's mouth. "You'd better stop, Steve," he said. "I'm getting awfully close to a climax." Without saying anything, Steve again sat down next to Bob, his erection throbbing almost painfully in his lap. He was grateful that Bob had stopped him when he did. The two friends sat there quietly for a few minutes, trying to calm down. A few minutes later, Steve felt Bob move off of the bench. Without looking, he felt Bob stepping across the lower bench between his feet so he could sit on the lower bench between Steve's feet. I wish I'd thought of that, Steve thought to himself. It's bound to be more comfortable, but the way Bob's penis tilts upward, it might have been uncomfortable for him if I had to pull his penis down to my mouth. I have to find away to get his penis below my face next time. As Bob took hold of his penis, Steve suddenly realized he was already thinking of the next time they would do this. He hoped Bob would want to. After stroking Steve's erection a few times, Bob slowly moved his head forward towards Steve's lap. With some reservations and yet excited by the mere thought of what he was about to do, Bob took Steve's penis into his mouth. With his mouth open wide, he lowered his head until he felt the head touch the back of his tongue. Then he closed his lips around the length of his friend's hardon. He was immediately reminded of that time many years before. Steve's dick didn't gag him and it didn't taste bad. In fact, there was no taste at all. And Steve's erection wasn't much thicker than a popsicle. Bob soon began moving his head slowly up and down in Steve's lap, allowing Steve's penis to slide across his lips and along his tongue. He almost smiled at how enjoyable this was. Just as Steve had done, Bob released his friend's penis once in awhile to stroke it with his hand and stare at it. He was somewhat envious of the length of Steve's penis. It was easily an inch longer than his own when erect. But he was glad that his own stuck out straight with more rigidity and without bending to one side or the other. Bob took his friend's penis back in his mouth and continued to suck on it like a popsicle. As he slid Steve's erection in and out of his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth as he did so, he remembered that Steve had said Rusty had asked about masturbation and oral sex. Wondering if the boys were doing this to each other, he couldn't help but picture the young penises he had seen in this very sauna as he continued to suck on his friend. While he was going down on Steve, Bob had been stroking his own penis. All too soon, Steve pulled back, indicating that he was close to coming. Holding his penis in one hand, Bob moved from between Steve's legs and took a seat on the bench across the room. As he did so, Steve reached down and began stroking himself, looking at Bob through half open eyes. Bob said, "From experience I suspect I'm going to be pretty embarrassed once I climax, but right now I don't care." Steve's only response was, "I feel the same way. Watching you, I just keep thinking of what our boys must have looked like when you saw them last week." With that, the two friends watched each other as they stroked themselves to orgasm, unloading their cum onto the towel which Bob had dropped on the floor as he knelt between Steve's feet. As they expected, the two men were embarrassed once release had come. They silently cleaned themselves up and soon left the sauna to sit in the spa. After some time, however, the post climax let down passed and they were able to talk about their experience. Both agreed that it had been something to remember and even agreed that they might do it again sometime. Neither of them noticed their wives sneaking around the corner of the house as they came out of the sauna.