From: an497751@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an497751@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 12:19:46 UTC Subject: REPOST: OLD TIMES, NEW TIMES 1/3 (m/m cons; reawakenings These were posted just a day or two ago, but the formatting was so "glommuxed" up (I hate that, and I'm sure everyone else does to) that I decided to repost. Hope these are more readable! **************************************************************************** ********************************************* If male/male sexual or "romantic" relationships are offensive to you,=20 you should leave this story and this whole newsgroup, for that matter. =20 Why in the world would anyone to subject themselves to something they find= =20 offensive? If you stay, "methinks the gentleman doth protest too much!" If you're age 18, you should leave because no one who posts here would=20 want to influence your sexual orientation and chosen direction by anything= =20 that's posted here. I certainly don't. In that case, come back later after age 18=20 if you find that this is what you want to read about. **************************************************************************** ********************************************* OLD TIMES, NEW TIMES (Pt 1 of 3) by Pen Nomen [In which Robert, a lawyer on a business trip, remembers past ] [experiences and old urges are reawakened and acted upon. = ] [Not first time, but first time in a long, long time....... ] =20 Chapter One - THE TRIP AND THE MEETING The man, Robert, suddenly jerked awake, looking around in confusion. He was, as he remembered now, flying to Chicago for the week long professional seminar. He looked around in mixed confusion and guilt, as if the other passengers had viewed his dream as he had dreamed it. "That's the second time this week," he thought. It had been a dream of memory rather than fantasy or symbolism. It was of one of those times when he was fifteen years old or so and he had been with his best friend, Bobby. "Why now after all these years?" But he thought he knew why. Linda. His wife. Since their two children had been born, she seemed to have little interest in him other than as the father of her children, the family bread-winner, head of household, decision maker, handy man and family pet. He considered these developments over the passed three or four years with a mixture of regret and resentment. They'd had sex no more than twenty-five times over the last couple of years. He remembered when they'd had it three or four times a week, experimenting and passionate. "I thought she enjoyed it, but maybe she was always faking." The dreams had started two or three months ago. At first, his memory of the events of the dream had been only vaguely recalled when he'd awakened, but the first time that it had become a "wet" dream, he remembered enough to identify it with the adolescent experiences - long suppressed - with Bobby. Since then, the dreams had become more frequent and he'd begun to have waking memories of the many of those experiences as well.He shook his head as if to dislodge it from his mind as the pilot announced imminent landing at O'Hare. Later, after checking in and unpacking, he decided to explore the amenities of the hotel - a rite he still practiced at every "luxury" hotel. It was Sunday afternoon, and the conference did not start until nine o'clock on Monday morning. He slipped on his new "contoured, bikini style swim trunks" and looked in the mirror. He'd bought them from a mail order catalogue a month or so ago and had kept them a secret from Linda for reasons that somewhat confused him. "Still in pretty good shape," he thought. "At least, I have that as a release." He still worked out vigorously three or four times a week and his body showed the results. At thirty-three, his body showed little of the effects of a sedentary profession - no discernible body fat, narrow waist and hips, very good muscle definition in torso and limbs, deep, wide chest and shoulders flairing from his flat muscular waist. "Good butt, too," he thought as turned slightly examining himself in the floor length mirror. He turned sideways to admire the profile made by the "contour" construction of the genital pouch which lifted and slightly thrust his testicles and penis forward. The shape was not well-concealed by the thin fabric, and he both felt and observed the slight lengthening and swelling of his cock as he admired the view of his own body. He turned full frontal to the mirror and examined the thin trail of dark hair emerging from the low slung waist of the trunks and running to his navel. There was not much other body hair - a light brush of manly hair on his arms, also relatively sparse but slightly more curling on his legs. He pulled on a loose tee shirt that hung low enough to cover most of the effect and slipped on a pair of sweats over the bottom layer before leaving the room for the second floor pool and workout room. He was impressed the exercise facilities: three nautilus machines, free weights, a running track around workout area and pool, step machines, stationary bikes. He saw signs on the side of the room pointing down a hallway to a steam room, sauna and masseur. The pool was olympic sized, about three and half feet deep all over as was common for such facilities, discouraging small children's use and sufficient for serious, aerobic swimming. He warmed up on the bike and step machine for ten minutes each before removing his sweats and hitting one of the nautiluses for his usual exercise set of three repetions of fifteen at increasing weights on each of the stations. As he completed his last repetition he became aware that he was being observed and looked around. The guy sitting on the bike was looking openly but impersonally at him. He'd been on the nautilus earlier and was sweating profusely. He was about his own age and built more along lean, running or tennis playing lines. Robert finished his repetitions and looked around. Most of the men were in their forties. A couple of women, somewhat younger, were also exercising diligently. "They seem to be more diligent and to enjoy it less," he thought. The guy on the stationary bike had turned his attention away and was pedaling steadily at a highly resistant setting, and he took note of the muscles bunching and cording as he pedaled. Robert ran a half mile slowly to cool down from his weight repetitions. He stripped out of his tee shirt and stepped under the shower near the pool to rinse the sweat from his body and cool down before entering the water. One of the young women was openly admiring him, and her eyes widened slightly as the water from the shower made his suit more sheer and revealed the dark thatch and bunched pink protrusion of "contoured" flesh through the wet, white material of the bikini. There were only two or three people in the pool, and he swam a free-style mile at a steady, unvarying pace before emerging. He lay on his back on a pool chaise while his pulse and breathing slowed to normal rates. Without intending to do so, he dozed briefly and had his dream again. When he sat up to go to the steam room, he realized that he had developed a half erection and again felt that he was being watched and looked around. The women were nearby chatting idly and the guy from the stationary bike was sitting quietly against the wall, his head propped against the wall and his eyes closed. There was no one in the steam room when he arrived, and he took a seat on the top row of the slatted benches. He'd worked up a good sweat when the door opened and one of the young women came in. She sat on the bottom level of the tiered benches opposite him and at first was unaware of his presence obscured by the heavy steam. She was wearing one of the single piece white bathing suits that the hotel had on hand for its guests. It clung to her shapely form, and he could see the dark shadow in the area where her thighs met in a vee. After a moment she looked up and, catching sight of his dim form, peered closer. "Hi," she smiled. "Hi." "Noticed you working out and swimming. Are you some kind of professional athlete or something?" "Nah. But I'm flattered." "Well, you're so really good! And I thought maybe that other guy was your trainer or coach or something." "What guy?" "You know. The guy about your age who kept watching you." When he looked puzzled, she blushed. "Uh oh. Well . . . there was guy about your age out there. You saw him. Looked sort of like Tony Perkins when he was your age, but blond? . . . You don't know him?" It was more of a statement than a question. The guy on the stationary bike. Hmmmm. "Oh, yeah, I know him. I just lost you for a minute." "Well, I thought he was your trainer. He kept watching you while you working out and swimming and all." "No. He's just a friend," he lied. "We help each other work out and critique technique." She stood and stretched. Her erect nipples were prominent through the sheer fabric of her suit. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Smiling she faced him and leaned her arms against his knees.=7F "Are you staying here very long?" "All week." "I'm here for three days. Maybe we'll run into each other down here again." "Yeah. Maybe." He knew she was coming on to him, but he decided to play it aloof - at least, for the time being. She heard his aloofness and leaned back. "Well. See you around." A few minutes after she left, the door to the steam room opened again. It was the guy on the stationary bike! He climbed to the top tier of the benches opposite and sat in his old-fashioned loose legged gym shorts, resting his elbows on his knees. "H'lo," he said. "Hi," Robert replied. "Nice hotel." "Yeah." "You here long?" "A week. Conference here." "Me, too. Which one?" "ABA Section of Banking, Corporation Law and Securities." "Me, too. Where do you practice?" "Nashville." "Thought you were from the South, but wasn't sure. I'm in Jacksonville. Couple of us from our firm are up here." "I came up alone," Robert responded. "I'm Richard Brookstone," the guy said. "Robert Dunbar." Conversation lapsed, but Robert took every opportunity to examine the young man. He also noticed that he was being surreptitiously inspected. "What the hell? Let's just see what'll happen." He lay on the bench on his back, his genitals pushed upward by the contoured bikini. He cut his glance through the slit of what appeared to be closed lids. The guy was openly looking now, thinking that Robert was unaware. Robert lay his arms back on the bench stretching. The motion stretched his stomach into a concave curve, setting off his bunched genitals, and then, to put even more pressure on the guy, he tightened the muscles of his buttocks, pushing the bulge of his genitals and testicles up. Glancing at the guy through hooded lids, Robert saw that his eyes had grown heavy and his mouth was slightly open. "Well, let's see what we have here." Robert sat up and carried on a trivial converstational exchange with him while he took stock. He did look sort like a young, blond Tony Perkins. Tall, lean and well-muscled with the long muscles of a runner, Richard was rather well "set-up." Robert decided to concentrate on conversation and see what kind of guy he was. After five minutes or so, Robert concluded that he was interesting and intelligent. Robert concluded that he'd had enough steam, and left for a quick shower. He was in the men's shower, thoroughly lathering his body, when Richard came in a few minutes later. Robert was usually oblivious to naked male bodies in locker rooms, but he had been sensitized by the consciousness of being examined by Richard so he watched as Richard began to soap and talked to him about a corporate law matter he was working on. Richard had a slightly longer than average cock but also slightly more slender, matching his physique. He was circumcised so that the head of his cock was fully visible. "Good looking guy," Robert thought. He didn't quite put those words to Richard's cock, but he was thinking that as well as the more generalized comment. As he pulled and lathered his genitals, his thoughts caused him to swell and slightly harden. He turned his back to Richard and rinsed thoroughly and left the shower, noticing that Richard had also turned to face the wall of the shower stall. As they dried off and Robert slipped his sweats back on, bare skinned beneath, they made arrangements to eat dinner together. Over the next couple of days, they sat together at the conference, ate their meals together and went to a movie together. As a result they got to know each other well, and their friendship became more real as they talked more about their lives, thoughts, opinions and ambitions. Richard, it developed, was recently divorced. He had one child, living with her mother in Atlanta. "We just got to the point where we had nothing to say to each other." "Yeah," Robert acknowledged. "Linda and I have the same problem . . . among others." Richard raised his eyebrows, receptive without being inquisitive. "We don't have a particularly good sex life these days." Robert blushed. "How did I get into this?" Robert wondered. "I don't know. Kids, other interests. I'm not even sure that she enjoys it anymore, if she ever did." He trailed off, embarrassed at the revelation. "I know what you mean. JoAnna and I had something of the same problems develop. . . . Have you ever thought about, you know, 'stepping out'?" "Well, yeah. But I haven't done anything about it." "I did," Richard said quietly, remembering. "And JoAnna found out about it. I guess that was the nail in coffin." They were in Robert's room having some drinks after going to a movie. Richard got up to mix another drink and looked questioningly at Robert who nodded, handing him his glass. Robert got up to go into the bathroom. Leaving the door open as he urinated, he said, "Well, something's going to have to give. I've gotten too horny to keep on this way. I've started having these weird dreams and thoughts. . .," he trailed off, walking back into the bedroom. "Dreams?" inquired Richard. "Uh. Yeah. Well . . ." "What?" Robert was little high and the liquor had removed some, if not all, of his inhibitions. "Well, when I was about fifteen, this friend of mine and I, we . . . we did some things." he trailed off vaguely. "Did some things? You mean jerked each other off?" Robert blushed. "Yeah . . .that. . . . And some other things." "Other things. You mean oral or anal sex? And you've been thinking and dreaming about that?" Richard asked quietly, moving over to sit beside him on the couch. Robert nodded miserably and remained silent, blushing and looking at the coffee table. "Because," continued Richard, "how wonderful that would be for me if it were so." Richard turned to Robert put his arm around his shoulders and reaching across placed his other hand on Robert's groin. "The affair that my wife found out about was with another guy." Robert looked up, startled. He felt his loins stir and Richard's hand felt hot through his trousers. To his embarassment, his cock began to harden. Richard continued to look him in the eye as he undid the tab at the waist of Roberts trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. He slipped his hand into the waistband of Roberts silk bikini briefs and, sliding his palm across the abrasive pubic hair, cupped his hand over the soft, smooth skin of the shaft of Robert's half-erect cock and hairless balls and squeezed gently. As he felt Robert's cock lengthen, he removed his hand and stood in front of Robert, bending to remove his loafers and pull at the legs of his tousers. He tossed the trousers aside and lifting each leg pulled the socks from Robert's feet, then leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders and arms. Robert remained quietly pliant as Richard disrobed him. When he was clad only in his white silk bikini briefs, Richard pulled him to his feet and looked him up and down. The briefs were of the same "contoured" construction as his swimming trunks, and Robert's genitals were slightly lifted and thrust forward. By now, Robert was fully erect, and the erect shaft of his cock pushed at his undergarment. Richard hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled them down, Roberts erection springing up as it was released from the confinement. Richard inhaled sharply, making a hissing noise. As he reached to grasp it, Robert grasped his arm. "Wait!" He reached out and unbuckled Richard's belt and began to disrobe him curiously. When Richard's clothing had been removed except for his boxers, Robert knelt to pull them down and stared, heavy lidded, at Richard's erect penis. Slightly longer than his own and more slender, it was straight and without any sort of curve or hook. Robert was captivated and eager. Taking him by the hand, he led Richard to the king-sized bed which had been turned by the maids while they were at the movie. He lay down and pulled Richard down beside him. Richard grasped Robert's shaft and began to move his hand up and down upon it. Robert eagerly grasped Richard's cock and stroked it with his fingers, learning its size, shape and contours. When Richard moved his lips toward his own, he began to shiver and stiffened as soft male lips pressed upon him. After a moment, however, his tension eased and he returned the pressure, opening his lips to Richard's invading tongue. Robert had fleeting collage of memory images of his only other sexual encounters with a male when he and Bobby were growing up and pulled away from Robert's lips to get to his hands and knees and crawl between Richard's open thighs. Grasping the base of Richard's shaft, he lowered his lips to its tip and parted them, slipping them over the head of his cock and swirling his tongue around the smooth surface before he lowered himself on the throbbing shaft. Its slenderness made entry easy and it slid down the center groove of his tongue until his lips were pressed against the raspy pubis. Richard had grasped his head on either side and began to thrust in and out as Robert sucked avidly. Richard sat up and, grasping Robert by the waist turned and pulled until Robert was straddling his head. Robert felt the warm wetness of Richard's mouth upon his hard, throbbing sex as he half raised his head and half pulled him into its recesses. They continued soixante-neuf until Robert felt Richard thrust once and stiffen as his cock began to throb and jerk spasmodically and his mouth was filled with spurting jets of hot come. He swallowed rapidly as he emptied his own pint-up seed into Richard's mouth in copious amounts. Afterward, as they lay side by side, Richard asked, "Earlier you said something about something you and a friend did when you were fifteen. Will you tell me about it?" Robert was silent for a couple of minutes. "Yeah. Okay. It really began earlier than fifteen and lasted longer, its just that fifteen stands out in my mind as the critical period. OLD TIMES, NEW TIMES (Pt 2 of 3) by Pen Nomen [In which Robert, a lawyer on a business trip, remembers past ] [experiences and acts upon them. He tells his new friend and ] [lover about a long ago relationship with his best friend........ ] Chapter Two - ROBERT'S STORY I think a lot of this makes more sense to me now than it did then. I'm older and a lot of what didn't know and understand then, I know and understand now. My best friend was named Robert, too. But he was Bobby and I was Rob. We had been born within a couple of months of each other and our parents were close friends so it was inevitable that we would be together alot. I have these snapshot memories of him and me and a little neighbor girl playing in her basement when we were seven or eight and taking off our clothes and examining each other's genitals. Of course, we were more interested in hers than each other's because of the pronounced difference, but we also were fascinated by each other and the new perspective that such an examination gave us. I remember that Bobby's penis was about two or two and a half inches long and very white and hairless and his testicles were pulled up tight to his crotch, and I guess that mine looked about the same to him. The little girl wanted to touch and did - both of us - and we touched her and each other. I think we did that on more than one occasion. Also, Bobby and I would examine each other when we'd spend the night together, which was at least once a week. Later - I think we were about twelve - we got to the point of "playing" with each other's penis. We didn't exactly get erections, although they would get hard and knobby, and I think both of us got kind of excited without the satisfaction of orgasm. We didn't even know about that concept, of course. We were just, you know, "fooling around." The summer after the sixth grade we were feeling very grown up. The grammar school was having a new wing constructed, and we used to play on the construction site on the weekends and late afternoons after the workers had left, but there was still alot of daylight. It was fascinating to us. We'd climb on the scaffolding and explore uncovered nooks and crannies. One day after the workers had quit, we were playing, climbing on the scaffolding and swinging around in ways that could probably have killed us, but we were too young and daring to know any better. Besides we were the best athletes in our class - fastest, strongest, best co-ordinated - and we thought that our prowess made us invulnerable. Anyhow, my hand slipped and I fell a floor's height down an elevator shaft. I thought I was going to be killed, but I landed at the bottom on a stack of disassembled cardboard boxes. They were very springy and I wasn't hurt at all, so Bobby and I started dropping off the scaffolding down the shaft on purpose. We did all this climbing up the scaffolding and dropping until we were tired and breathless, so we lay on the boxes at the bottom of the shaft resting. After a while, I saw Bobby looking around and I did, too. It was a shady dark at the bottom of the shaft but the reflected daylight gave good visibility. Bobby sat up and pulled of his tee shirt and started taking off his shoes. "Let's take our clothes off," he said. I didn't know why we should but, as always, was agreeable to anything that he suggested that didn't run directly contrary to my wishes of the moment and began disrobing. When we were completely naked, we innocently and without pretense examined each other's nakedness. We were both very active and physically well-developed twelve year olds, but still twelve year olds. We didn't have much muscle definition but were firm, neither fat nor skinny. Both our cocks had grown a little - three or three and a half inches long - but were still little boys' penises, hairless and immature. We played with each other's for a while and both got preadolescent erections. It was pleasurable but we'd never had a sexual orgasm so didn't know the possibilities or attach that much importance to the erections. Bobby's erect cock was maybe a half inch longer and little bigger around than in its flaccid state, but not hugely so, and I guess mine was much the same. I did notice that when Bobby touched the head of my circumcised cock, it sent a little shiver through me and caused me to tighten the muscles of my groin and my cock jump and flex. After a few minutes of this, Bobby said eagerly, "Listen, Rob, if you'll but your mouth on mine, I'll put my mouth on yours." I thought about this judiciously for a few seconds and found no reason to object. "Okay," I answered without guilt or consciousness that we may be doing something unacceptable. "Who's first, you or me?" "Paper, rock, scissors - winner's peter in loser's mouth," Bobby replied, relying on our standby solution for arriving at indifferent choices between equal possibilities. I won, so as we sat on the bed of flattened cardboard boxes, I leaned back against the wall of the elevator shaft, and Bobby, propped on one elbow, slid down beside my legs and leaned over my lap. He manipulated my cock with his hand for a minute or so without embarrassment - we'd done that to each other often. My cock stiffened and hardened a little with the pleasurable excitement it always experienced at such handling. Bobby looked up at me and smiled confidently and, turning his attention back to my cock, lowered his head and touched the bear head of my cock with his tongue before licking it experimentally. Then opening his lips, he took the entire length of four inches into his mouth. I was watching what he did with close curiosity and examining my own reactions no less closely. I knew we'd trade information later. I felt a somewhat more intense pleasure than I'd ever experienced through self or mutual masturbation. His mouth was wet and warm and he closed his eyes when it was fully in him. He began to apply an alternating mild sucking and release movement to the shaft of my cock and after a minute or so his tongue became involved - accidentally, I think, at first; then with deliberation - and he stroked and licked it wetly. Almost instinctively, he raised his mouth almost to the head of my cock and then lowered his lips again. After he'd done that a few times, I began to involuntarily tighten and release the muscles of my buttocks, thrusting slightly back and forth to meet the movements of his mouth. I continued to watch closely as the pale flesh of my hardened and veinous cock alternately appeared and disappeared into his mouth. I'd never experienced such intense sexual pleasure before and began to breath heavier. Finally, after a few minutes, I felt a sort of stabbing ache in my testicles and stiffened. I felt tingly throughout my genitals and a sensation of intense, ecstatic pleasure washed over me, making me almost black out. I felt that my cock had become like iron and had grown longer and larger. It was throbbing achingly. The intensity peaked and simultaneously I felt that I was being emptied of something stored-up under pressure. The feeling passed in a few moments and my cock began to soften. Bobby raised his head, looking a little puzzled, stuck out his tongue a few times to lick his lips, and then sat back against the wall of the shaft. I sat for a minute, regaining my breath, pulse and equilibrium, and then looked at him sitting opposite me. His cock had grown erect, and I immediately switched to my hands and knees between his spread thighs, lowered my head and licked the end of his cock where the pouting, moist miniature lips of his urethra enticed my kiss. Then I lowered my mouth, taking in the entire length. I'd been - and secretly still was - a thumb sucker, and his penis, while somewhat larger, presented no mechanical difficulties. In fact it was pleasurable to me and orally satisfying in the same way that thumb sucking was, and I began to apply similar techniques, sucking and licking in a feeding rhythm. After doing this for a while, I moved my mouth up, and, as my mouth partially emptied, I felt a deprivation that compelled me to fill it with his penis again. I liked the way it felt and began to lick faster and suck with greater force, and, like me before him, he began to thrust in and out a little bit. I felt him stiffen and his penis grew harder, throbbed and jerked a couple of times. I felt a small amount of something warm and sticky enter my mouth from his cock. I wasn't sure what it was, but only a second assured me that it wasn't thin and liquidy and like urine, so I assessed its taste. It didn't have all that much taste - a little salty and kind of sweet - but not at all unpleasant and, in fact, kind of good. Afterward, we sat silently, still naked, as Bobby recovered his equilibrium. "Gosh!" he said when he'd recovered a little. "I like that!" "Me, too." He made a little frown of puzzlement. "Did your peter spit something into my mouth? There was something warm and sort of sticky." "I don't know. It may have when that real good feeling came over me. I think yours did, too." "Hmmmm!" After we'd rested a few minutes, we got dressed and left. We didn't talk about it much afterwards, but a couple of weeks later, Bobby telephoned me urgently one morning and asked me to come to his house. When I arrived, we went immediately to his room where he locked the door. He'd gotten hold of some medical books and had been reading about male sex organs. He'd discovered how they functioned and had learned about ejaculation and semen and sexual arousal and was eager to share this information. He even showed me some drawings and pictures. "And sometime soon, our peters will get bigger and longer and there will be a lot more semen whenever we have an, an . . . organism." He looked at the book again. "I mean, uh, orgasm. And we'll start to grow hair around our crotch!" I was profoundly impressed by these insights. But that wasn't the only reason Bobby had called me over. He wanted to see it better and suggested we disrobe. When we were disrobed, he sat facing me between my knees and reaching out began to manipulate my cock by grasping the little hard shaft between his thumb and three fingers and moving the loose skin up and down. It got hard and somewhat bigger as we both watched intently. As he continued, I began to experience a similar excitement and pleasure as I'd felt before and it became more intense as he continued. While the tactile stimulation was not as wonderful, it was good, and this time we had the visual observations to evoke erotic stimulation as well. I looked and saw that he had also become hard. After a few minutes, I could feel something building and felt that something was coming. Suddenly, that feeling washed over me, and we could both see my cock stiffen, grow slightly larger and more erect and begin to jerk. A teaspoon or so of some white, cloudy substance oozed from the opening in the tip and ran onto Bobby's hand. Without embarrassment or hesitiation, he lifted it to his mouth and touched it with his tongue. "Yeah. It's the same stuff," he said casually licking it from his fingers. Then holding his hand to my mouth, "Here! Taste it!" I touched my tongue to it and tasted experimentally. It was the same kind of stuff, but a little different tasting from Bobby's. I found the whole experience very exciting and said, "Lean back." As Bobby complied, I switched to my stomach between his legs and, leaning on my elbows, manipulated his cock with my fingers as he'd manipulated mine. When he had gotten thoroughly aroused and excited, I lowered my head, still holding his little hard shaft, and licked the head of his circumcized cock. Then removing my hand, I covered his length with my mouth and began to suck in the same motions as a couple of weeks before. I cut my eyes toward his face and saw him intently watching what was happening. I moved my hand to his small nut sized testicles and touched, stroked and squeezed them and then began to stroke his hips and lower stomach. It came as a pleasant surprise when I felt his hands on my head and he began to stroke it and the sides and cheeks of my face. Then he stiffened and his cock throbbed and jerked as he instinctively thrust forward deeper into my mouth. This time, though, I knew what to expect and when his semen spurted into my mouth, I rolled it around on my tongue and around the shaft and head of his cock, tasting it thoroughly before swallowing. The taste, no longer strange, was good - salty-sweet, protein flavored. After that, we hardly ever spent the night together without performing mutual masturbation and sucking each other's cock. A couple years later, though, something else happened. My parents and I went to visit my mother's family in Canada for the summer - or at least my mother, sister and I were there for the summer. When we returned in late August, I was suffering what my mother called a "Big Bobby Attack," and I immediately called Bobby to receive his invitation to spend the night. We watched television until after his parents had gone to bed and then went to his room. Both of us got undressed for bed down to our briefs. Somewhat shyly, I got into bed beside him. We lay silently for a few minutes, and then I reached to put my hand on his genitals. It felt different somehow. He, meanwhile, reached for me and began to stroke and squeeze. He stopped suddenly a few seconds later, got out of bed, locked the door, turned on the light and threw the covers off of me. He looked at the bunched pouch of my briefs and, grasping them, pulled them off and threw them aside. He looked and grinned at me before pushing his own briefs down. Over the summer, both our cocks had grown about two inches and gotten fatter and larger. Our testicles now hung in their scrotums. AND each of us now had a sparse growth of hair above our genitals on that part of the pelvic bone just above where the shaft of the penis emerges. Moving my eyes over Bobby's body I noticed that his muscles had more definition and turned my eyes to my own body. I hadn't even noticed until I saw Bobby. We sat on the bed facing each other about two feet apart with our legs spread and straddling the other. Bobby leaned slightly forward and placed his hands under my scrotum and then lifted the genital package, bouncing it slightly as if to estimate its weight. Then he ran his fingers around and through the sparce growth of hair. Not to have him more informed than me, I performed the same examination of his repackaged genitals. Both of us had begun to get hard, and now I noticed that as his cock became erect it swelled and grew substantially in size to around five or six inches or so in length and rather proportionately more in circumference. He was making the same observation of me and bent to inhale. "Hmmm. Kinda musky. Nice," he murmurred. Then leaning further toward me, he pushed me back into a reclining position and covered the head of my cock with his mouth and licked. Then lowering his mouth he slowly engulfed the whole length. He licked and moved his head up and down in our familiar technique, but now his mouth had greater length to travel from my cockhead to the base of the shaft, and I began to thrust more assertively, lifting my hips from the bed and then dropping them in opposing unison with the movement of his mouth on my cock. When I felt the approaching climax, I grasped his head and thrust deeply. As my cock jerked spasmodically, his eyes opened and widened as I forcefully ejaculated a pulsating stream of semen into him. He was not prepared for so much, and, as I watched him coping with the amount, swallowing rapidly, I saw some leak from his mouth and run into my new pubic hair. After my ejaculation was finished and he'd swallowed the greater part, he chased that part he'd missed with his tongue, licking it from the folds and creases of my cock, balls and pubic hair. When he'd finished, he leaned back against the footboard of his bed. "Wow!" he said. "Now THAT was different!" He moved around and lay beside me. I turned toward him and, doing something we'd never done before, I kissed him on the lips. He was startled at first, but after a few seconds, he began to respond. I pushed my tongue against his lips and they opened to admit it. I could taste traces of my own semen in his mouth and found it to be terribly erotic. Reaching down I grasped the shaft of his cock. Now I could wrap my entire hand around and a couple of inches or so protruded. I watched as my hand moved up and down. I couldn't get over how different yet familiar it felt. Crawling between his legs, I enclosed the head of his cock in my mouth and slid it down to the base. It was somewhat more difficult to accomodate, but my mouth and tongue soon adapted, and then, without thinking, I was performing familiar but longer motions. It was tremendously satisfying to my thumb sucking psyche and I was almost sorry when his cock began to jerk spasmodically and shoot a spurting stream of semen into my mouth. Through observing Bobby's coping with my ejaculation, however, I was prepared for the much larger amount than at the beginning of the summer and swallowed quickly, tasting it more leisurely as I licked up the last vestiges. As I repositioned myself to lay beside him, I turned toward him and, placing my hand on him, said, "I love you, Bobby. I can't help it. I love you. I do." He turned and looked at me solemnly. Then, with a mixture of gladness and pain, he said, "I know. I love you, too, Rob. I love you alot." By this time we'd learned that what we were involved in was more than just innocent adolescent play. We'd both heard stories about queers and gays and cocksuckers, so we knew that if people found out they'd make life tough. So. We learned to be secret in what was involved in this aspect of our friendship. We learned to control our reactions to the other and the way we acted around other people and how we handled ourselves with other people, especially other guys. We were both good athletes, so that helped. I was tailback on the football team and a guard on the basketball team - all state in football for two years and second team all state in basketball my senior season. Bobby was second team all state quarterback and first team basketball - he was the other guard. We won the state championship in both sports our senior season. We sucked each other's cock, probably twice a week while we were in high school. As time went on, both of us continued to grow and mature. We often compared our measurements - a favorite pastime, fact. I was a little taller and slightly larger body measurements in chest, biceps, thighs, calves and was a little faster, but there really wasn't much difference. Bobby's cock, however, was a full inch longer than mine, and mine is noticeably larger than average. We didn't date much in those days. Just enough to prevent suspicion that we didn't like girls. We both got laid when we were sixteen for the same reason and had sex with girls throughout highschool. We both enjoyed it but agreed that we'd rather have sex with each other than with women. During our junior year in high school, we stayed alone at my folks' condo at the beach. It was real nice and had a lot amenities, and we spent a lot of time on the beach and got good tans, but we stayed inside mostly, laying around naked and performing fellatio at least once, sometimes twice a day. One day we were laying naked on the floor of the great room with the blinds drawn. I'd gotten some sex videos and we were watching them and idly fondling each other's genitals. Occasionally, we'd get hard watching and suck a little bit without reaching climax. A couple of the tapes were all male, and we'd watch for erotic tittilation but also for instruction. Some of the guys were pretty grungy, but some were real nice looking and sexy. There was this one good looking who was sucking one guy, being sucked by another and taking in the butt from a third. We found it terribly erotic. Bobby had hinted in the past that he wanted me to screw him in the ass, but I was afraid I'd hurt him. That day, however, he was more direct. He got up and left the room and returned with a jar of petroleum jelly. He lay down beside me and coated my cock with it heavily as I watched curiously. Then he pulled his knees back to his shoulders and, reaching down, smeared it generously in the cleft of his buttocks. Then he looked at me and batted his eyes. He was always doing stuff like that when we were alone. "Come on, big boy," he minced swishingly, "fuck me good! Real good!" I laughed, but this time he got serious. "Come on, Rob. Please." I moved between his legs. With his knees back, his anus was exposed and ready. I took my cock in hand and placed the tip at the opening and pushed. With all the vaseline, it was surprisingly easy - at least for me. Bobby showed a little discomfort as we begin and grunted a couple of times as he was being filled in unfamiliar places. To my surprise, I liked it. He was tight and warm and doing it this way remined me a lot of sex with women, except that I'd never loved one of them. After I was all the way in, I pulled back to the corona of my cock and thrust forward, filling him again. I repeated this motion three or four times and then got into it good as the sensation built in my cock and balls, and then I started I moved faster as Bobby made small noises, like "Yessss. Ungh! Ungh! Ahhh, yes. Yehhh, Rob, fuck me. Ooooh, yeah!" Finally, I reached the point of extreme pressure and thrust into him to my testicles as I emptied what seemed like a quart of come into him. He reached up and pulled me to him as I came and, raising his head, gave me a deep kiss, filling my mouth with his tongue. I pulled out as I began to lose my erection, Bobby turned on to his stomach in order not to leak come on the carpet. I got up and went for towels and came back and cleaned him gently. He arranged the towel between the cheeks of his butt and turned back toward me. "Maybe not as a regular thing, but I think we should add it to our repetoir, sort of like 'festbier'...just for special occasions." "Well, I don't want to wait until Easter to at least find out what it's like," I said as I picked up the petroleum jelly. When we were well coated, I got on my elbows and knees, tilting my butt up slightly, and Bobby got behind me. I felt the broad head of his cock against my anus and was aroused. He pressed and the lubricated head penetrated and began to slide in. I inhaled sharply and grunted. The growing fullness made me fill like I had to take a crap until I grew accustomed to being filled back there. When he would have stopped about half way in, I pushed back against his shaft taking more of it and continued until he was buried. The sphincter of my anus constricted involuntarily a couple of times squeezing his shaft. He slid out and then thrust forward again, filling my rear passage. He continued screwing me, and the longer he continued, the better it felt, and I began to really get into it, rocking back against him as he thrust forward and away from him as he withdrew. Finally, I felt him swell slightly and an seemingly endless stream of hot semen pumped into me and began to leak down my thighs. When his ejaculation was complete, he withdrew and quickly began to wipe up the come as it oozed from my ass. We got up and showered together in order to get completely clean and talked about it openly. "I liked it," I said, "maybe more than you, but then you know I've always been more 'receptive' than you to large ideas." He laughed. "Well, I liked it, too. I just like sucking your cock more. I like to see and smell, and I can feel better with my lips and tongue and mouth. I also like the taste of your come. Oh, I want to do it again. But more occasionally that making it our main thing." I'd swelled and hardened a little when he said he liked me in his mouth and liked the taste of my come. "Me, too," I said. ". . . Bobby, I like you in me any way you like it. And in my mouth most of all. . . . and I also like the taste of YOUR come. In fact I want a taste right now." And I dropped to my knees in front of him and sucked until I received the snack I'd wanted. Chapter Three - ROBERT AND RICHARD AGAIN, BUT ONLY FOR AWHILE When Robert had finished telling the story, he said, "We kept our relationship going until college. Then Bobby when to Stanford, and I went to Harvard. We kept in touch for awhile, telephoning and, sometimes, writing. We both worked away from home in the summers, and our school holidays didn't overlap much, and, when they did, we were a little bashful with each other. We never got back together. I went to law school at UVA, and I think he got his Ph.D and teaches at a university somewhere. His parents moved and I heard were killed in a wreck later, so there's been no way to keep up. . . . But, you know, its funny. I still feel like I BELONG to him, somehow, . . . and I still feel that I love him." Richard had listened silently and, although he winced to himself at the last words, he said, "You should look him up and see him. See what's still there." Robert reflected on that quietly for few minutes. Then, turning to Richard, he said, "Thanks. I might do that. . . . Now, you're here and there are couple bones between us to pick." And he grasped Richard's hardening cock. OLD TIMES, NEW TIMES (Pt 3 of 3) by Pen Nomen [In which Robert changes his professional association, divorces ] [his wife, and finds Bobby, his highschool friend and lover again ] [after 18 years. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ] Chapter Four - ROB AND BOBBY - EIGHTEEN YEARS AFTER THEY'D PARTED It was eight months later. Linda had agreed rather indifferently to the terms of the divorce after Robert had convinced her that she was getting everything they'd accumulated except for the $100,000 he was holding back for himself to restart his life - almost $900,000 in savings, investments and real property. Robert felt liberated. He'd left his firm in Nashville and was slated to begin practice with Richard's firm in Jacksonville on the first of September. It was May 15 now, and Robert looked forward to the sabbatical. He'd made arrangements to put his few material possessions in storage, had leased an apartment effective August 1 in Jacksonville, and had taken to the road. Now here he was in a small southern university town, leaning against the wall near the entrance of a Greek revival classroom building. He'd stood outside the door of the classroom and listened to a part of the lecture on creative writing before retiring to the front steps. The bell rang and students began pouring from the building, and Robert watched them as they left. After the entry had cleared of students, no one else emerged from the building, and Robert had about decided to go back into the building when the door swung open. He really hadn't changed that much. Older, more mature, but still looking in the peak of physical conditioning. As he trotted down the front steps, a couple of books and notebook in hand, Robert said, "Bobby?" The man stopped and looked around. Catching sight of Rob, he turned pale, stunned. He turned and walked to him, "Rob? Rob! You're here! What are you doing here?" "Well, I've just gotten a divorce. I'm in the process of changing jobs. And I've decided to see if I can get my life back on track." "How long can you stay?" "I start my new job September 1. No obligations until then." Bobby had now recovered his composure. "Good. I need to drop these by my house and pick up something. Lunch?" "Sure." Bobby left his bicycle locked to the faculty frame and rode with Rob to his small bungalow.=7F "Nice," Rob said as they pulled in the drive. "I bought it my first year here about seven years ago. It was a wreck. I've done a lot of work on it." The interior was well done - natural woods on floors and walls, bookcases filled with well-loved books everywhere, refinished antiques, classic but comfortable. There was a living room-dining room combination, a spacious, well-used study, a kitchen-breafast room, two bedrooms and a bath. Bobby deposited his books in the study, and Rob followed him to the bedroom. There was a queensized rice bed and rich reproductions for bedside tables, wardrobe and dresser. A chaise with lamp and table were in the corner next to a window. "Let's have a coke and catch up," Bobby said, leading him to the kitchen, then to the living room. After they were seated, Rob asked, casually he hoped, "Any family?" He had not noted the presence of others in the house. "No," Bobby said. He colored slightly. "I've never gotten married." One complicating factor out of the way. Now the other. "You seeing anyone?" Bobby sat quietly for a couple of minutes, thinking. Then, looking at him, "No. . . . Look, Rob, I'm not sure where you're headed, but I still know you better than you know yourself, so let's cut through all this. I've never been married. Although I've been tempted, I've had only a few heterosexual relationships in the last eighteen years. Mostly, I've used self stimulation techniques for sexual release. And there've been no men in eighteen years." Rob was taken aback by the forthrightness. "Why?" he asked. Bobby hesitated for a moment, then sighed quietly, looking absently out of a window. "Do you remember when we were fifteen?" Rob nodded slowly. "You told me that you loved me, and I told you that I loved you," Bobby said, blushing a little. "I've always felt that way. I've never really wanted a long-term relationship with anyone else," he said in a quiet, flat monotone, still not looking at Rob. Rob's hearth thumped heavily. He moved to Bobby's side on the couch and placed his hand on Bobby's knee. "I've discovered that I don't either. That's why I'm here." Bobby turned to look at him. Amazement slowly turning to gladness. Rob leaned toward him kissed him chastely on the lips and then stood and took him by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. In the bedroom, standing in the middle of the floor, he began unbuttoning Bobby's shirt with slightly trembling fingers. He slipped it from his shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He knelt and removed his shoes and socks, setting them aside. Standing, he moved his hands to the waistband of Bobby's trousers, unfastened the top and slid the zipper down. They dropped to the floor in a pool of their own weight. Rob knelt to retrieve them as Bobby stepped out of them. After Rob had pulled Bobby's tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside, he stood back to assess his lover since age seven. He stood there in black bikini briefs, and Rob drank him in with his eyes. Bobby had continued his physical exercise. His waist was still slender and he was, if anything, even better built than when he was eighteen. As he stepped toward him to remove his briefs, Bobby stopped him with his hands. Then he began to slowly disrobe Rob. When they were standing face to face wearing only their briefs, they embraced and kissed deeply, touching as closely as possible, chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh. Rob felt Bobby's manhood rising and knelt, pulling the black briefs slowly down. He drew his breath raggedly as the pubic growth was revealed, and his heart beat rapidly as the base of his shaft was unveiled. Continuing to draw the briefs down slowly, Bobby's beginning erection sprang loose and Rob quickly completed the strip and tossed the briefs aside, before standing. His cock was still the largest Rob had seen - and so perfectly shaped. When he would have grasped his sex, Bobby stopped him again with his hand and grasped the elastic waist his briefs and stripped them slowly down as Rob had done with his. "Ahhhh, gee," he sighed in satisfaction as Rob's cock sprang loose. They stood and embraced again, feeling each other's cock pressed between them. Rob moved toward the queen sized bed, leading Bobby, and lay him back on the bed. Leaning over him, he again kissed him deeply running his tongue into Bobby's parted lips. Then Rob moved downward, kissing his body as he moved and lingering over his nipples and navel to run his tongue over and around them. He moved between Bobby's splayed thighs and gazed fully and openly at his genitals. Bobby's cock was fully erect and already throbbing slightly. The pink skin of his scrotum hung loosely between his thighs, cradling Bobby's egg shaped testicles. The pubic hair was light brown and slightly curling. Rob inhaled, breathing in the clean, male scent, and bent to kiss the juncture of thigh and pelvic girdle. A pearl of semen stood on the slitted opening at the tip of the head of Bobby's cock, and Rob touched it with his tongue and savored the flavor. "Mmmm, yeahhhh" he moaned in satisfaction, and lowered his head to cover Bobby's glans with his mouth, wetly running his tongue over and around its smooth surface. He moved his lips downward, but was unable to take the entire length into himself on the first pass and moved his lips up before moving further down the shaft. Pressing his tongue against the underside of Bobby's throbbing cock, he succeeded on the next downward stroke and pressed his nose into Bobby's pubic growth. He began to move up and down on the shaft, pressing and stroking with his tongue as he moaned softly in fulfillment. Bobby was moving his hips, thrusting gently to meet Rob's movements. Eighteen years of deprivation proved too much for his endurance and after a three or four minutes, he felt his cock harden and lengthen and begin to throb more insistently. Rob was acutely conscious of Bobby's urgency, feeling it with his mouth and tongue, and he stroked and squeezed Bobby's testicles, inner thighs, hips and lower stomach. Bobby's cock jerked and jumped in Rob's mouth and he ejaculated a huge, forceful, pulsating stream of hot, sweet semen into Rob's greedily sucking and swallowing mouth. Rob continued to lick and suck for a couple of minutes until the shaft of Bobby's cock softened and relaxed. Reluctantly releasing the soft flesh from the loving embrace of his mouth, he moved up to Bobby's side, laying on his side and looking at him. Bobby lay with his eyes closed a moment, and a tear slipped from the corner and ran down the side of his face. He opened his eyes and turned to look into Rob's. Rob's lips were wet from the remaining traces of Bobby's semen, and Bobby kissed him tasting his own seed. "So good," Bobby whispered. "So glad." When Bobby moved toward Rob's cock, Rob said, "No, not now. Let's have dinner and talk awhile." At dinner Rob and Bobby described to each other the intervening years. Bobby was sympathetic to Rob's marital break-up but clearly glad of the present status. Bobby, it developed, not only taught creative writing but had written three rather successful novels using the name "Robert Bronson" rather than "Bobby Brown." Rob had read complimentary reviews of two of the novels in the New York Times Book Review but had not read the novels. He couldn't wait to begin. As Rob was driving back to Bobby's house, he felt Bobby's hand in his lap, and his cock immediately jumped at the touch. Bobby reached up and pulled down the zipper and stuck his hand in the opening, cupping Rob's genitals and squeezing. As Rob's cock continued to rise, he stuck his hand into the waistband of the thin, silk briefs and forced it below the hot tube of flesh, pulling the hot, hardening cock from the restrictive confines of briefs and trousers and exposing it to the cool night air. Bobby looked up and saw a side road turn-off. "Turn here," he commanded. After going about half a mile, there was another dirt road turn-off and Bobby commanded another turn. They traveled less than half a mile before the dirt road became impossible. Rob stopped and Bobby got out of the car, walked around to Rob's door and opened it, taking Rob by the hand and coaxing him out of the car. He led him a few yards off the road into the leaf covered ground beneath a growth of walnut and oak. He pushed Rob slowly to the ground and got to his knees between his legs. Pushing Rob gently into a reclining position on the soft, leaf covered earth, he unfastened the waist of his trousers and pulled them and the already lowered briefs over his feet. The moonlight bathed Rob's exposed flesh in a pale glow, revealing dark pubic hair and erect cock. Bobby lowered his head and, opening his mouth, engulfed the throbbing flesh entirely. Only then did he begin to move his tongue and suck voraciously, sliding his lips up and down the pale, glistening shaft. When he felt Rob nearing climax, he stopped and withdrew and began to lick and kiss his testicles, drawing them one at a time gently into his mouth. Lifting Rob's scrotum, he ran his tongue gently into the cleft formed by his buttocks and kissed and licked his inner thighs. Moving up he again engulfed the hard cock and swirled his tongue over and around it wetly and passionately, moaning softly. Rob felt the familiar ache in his loins and his cock lengthened and began jerk spasmodically as he erupted with a forceful, pulsating jet of hot come into Bobby. Bobby moaned in fulfillment, swallowing rapidly and greedily. He continued to suck and fondle Rob's cock in his mouth long after it had become soft. After a few minutes, Rob felt it begin to harden again and Bobby's oral ministrations became more purposeful as he began to move his head up and down again. This time he sucked for perhaps ten ecstatic minutes before he was rewarded with another, less forceful ejaculation. He again continued to fondle the soft and spent cock in his mouth for perhaps another ten minutes before letting it slip grudgingly from his lips. Rob calculated that his cock had spent the last forty minutes in Bobby and thought it would be a world record if anyone kept such statistics. Bobby rolled to his back and lay still. Rob moved down to him and kissed him deeply. After a few minutes of embraces and kissing, they arranged themselves and completed their drive to Bobby's house, where they spent the night in each other's arms and Rob, perhaps, broke Bobby's short-lived world record. The next day while Bobby at class, Rob explored the house. In the study he found Bobby's three novels stuck in unobtrusively with other works. He opened them and read the inside slip covers. He turned the pages of the earliest one and read the dedication to Bobby's parents "and, forever, to Rob." He picked up the other two and read the dedications, both of which ended "and, as always, for Rob." Rob felt his eyes sting and said to himself, ". . . and, always and forever, for Bobby." =1A