Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 10:19:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: BF
Subject: Little Buddy

My big brother is totally gay.  To me that's no big deal.  He's cool and
his friends are OK.  There are a couple of kids at my High School that I'm
pretty sure are gay too, and I make sure to treat them like human
beings. I'm a pretty open minded guy I guess.  I hang out with my brother
and his friends sometimes because they get some righteous dope, and I like
to get high like anybody else.

Most of them go to the Junior College and study art or design or something
like that.  His best friend is a guy named Kenny.  Kenny is one of those
Abercrombie and Fitch preppie guys with the blonde tips on his spiky hair.
Another one is William.  William is real skinny and his wrists are so limp
somethimes I think his hands might just fall off, but like I say, that's
OK.  He's my brother's friend.  We sit around Kenny's apartment and get
totally stoned and they play this terrible disco crap and watch Martha
Stewart and sometimes I just want to scream.  I make fun of them and they
call me a silly breeder and after a while we go our separate ways.  They go
to some gay bar and I usually just go home.

One night William showed up at Kenney's with his older brother Rodger.  My
brother and his friends are maybe twenty-two, but Rodger is much older,
like maybe over thirty.  He's more like a grownup than a kid.  He seems
fairly normal, and keeps kind of quiet, but he's not afraid to participate
in the conversation either.  He's just not hysterical like my brother and
his friends, and he's not so much into all that gay stuff.  We all sat
around as usual, getting totally high, then Kenny said, "Let's go to the
bar!" and everybody thought that would be great except for me and Rodger.

My brother said, "Rodger lives right over by the house.  Maybe he could
give you a ride home."  And I kind of looked at Rodger, and he shrugged and
said, "Sure," so everybody hit the road.  Rodger's car had a really nice
stereo in it, and he was playing music like I'd never heard before, really
spacy stuff that kind of carried you away if you were as stoned as I was.

"Wow, that music is really cool!  What is it?"

"Miles Davis.  You like it?"

"Yeah, wow, I've never heard anything like that."

"It's almost fifty years old."

"Cool."

"I have a lot more at my place.  You got anywhere to be?"

"Naah, My girlfriend is at her grandparents house for the weekend."

"You hungry?"

"Are you KIDDING?  HELL yes!"

"Let's grab a burger, then head to my place."

The burgers and onion rings were just as delicious as our stoned brains
could imagine, and we talked a lot.  He was a lot friendlier away from my
brother and his brother.  He asked me how my junior year was going, and
what kind of stuff I was into, and we talked about our brothers, and how
silly they were, and we just kind of kicked back in his den and listened to
his amazing music.

"So tell me about your girlfriend," he said, while I grab us a couple of
beers."

This was very cool with me, so I told him about miss goody two-shoes and
how good-looking she was, and how she'd sprouted these enormous boobs over
the summer, but not only would she not let me touch them, she wouldn't even
let me talk about them.  With Rodger I didn't feel like I had to pretend to
be tough and cool.  Like I'd NEVER admit to one of my buddies that I was a
virgin, but with him it just didn't seem like a big deal.

He just kind of smiled and said, "Yeah, I know how terrible it can be to be
full of cum and nobody to share it with."

"No shit."

"So don't you and your buddies help each other out sometimes?"

"Huh?  You mean like my brother and his friends?  I'm not gay, man."

"No, not like them.  I mean more like guys just helping each other feel
good till miss goody two-shoes finally decides to give it up.  I used to do
stuff with my pals when I was a younger .  I just figured everybody did
it."

Now of course stuff like this had crossed my mind more than once, but I had
never been in a situation where it came up in conversation.  But like I
said, Rodger was very cool, and somehow made me feel like everything was
OK.

"Well, no, I guess I've never done anything like that."

There was kind of a pause in the conversation at this point.  I was feeling
kind of weird, not in a bad way, but more like a tingly anticipation kind
of feeling but without knowing what the hell I was actually anticipating.
Rodger slid open a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a joint and a
lighter.

"We may need to get a little higher to have this conversation, amigo, what
do you think?"

"Heh, Yeah, probably so."

Roger lit the joint, took a hit, and handed it to me.

"So you ever look at any porn?" he asked kind of casually.

"I've seen some stuff."

"I have some DVDs if you're in the mood."

I wasn't sure how the conversation had wandered onto the topic of sex, but
what the hell.

"Sure, that sounds cool," I replied, feeling kind of nervous, but in an
exciting kind of way.

He popped a disk in the player and hit the remote.  Suddenly we were
looking at a hot blonde chick and a really muscular guy rubbing oil on each
other by a pool.  In my condition, that was enough to get the blood flowing
away from my brain and toward my cock, but in no time, he was oiling inside
the top of her suit, and next thing we knew the top was gone and he was
massaging the oil directly into her gigantic tits.  That moved me from
plumping up to totally rigid.  My heart was pounding and my breathing was
getting faster.

"Wow!" I managed to croak.

Rodger kind of chuckled.  "You haven't seen a lot of this stuff, have you?"

"Not really."

"I bet she loves having those tits massaged, don't you?"  he asked.

"Oh yeah," I answered.  "And I bet he doesn't mind doing it either."

In no time, his hands were all over her body, then her bottom was off and
he was rubbing her pussy.  Then off came his suit and out sprang the
biggest cock I'd ever seen, pointing straight up in the air.  She
immediately put her hand around it and started oiling it up.

"This getting you hot, little buddy?"  Rodger asked.

I glanced at him, and he was looking directly at me, smiling.

"Hell yes," I replied, fighting the urge to reach down and give my own
stiff cock a tug.

"Me too," he said, still looking at me.  "I'm really feeling like stroking
it right now.  How about you?"

"No shit," I sort of whispered.

By this point, the guy on screen had his cock right in front of the woman's
face and she was giving it little kisses right on the tip. Next thing we
know it had slid between her lips and all the way into her mouth.  In my
sheltered life, I'd never seen such a thing.

"MAN, I bet that feels good," said Rodger.  "Look at her suck that cock,
little buddy."

I kind of liked it when he called me little buddy, and I kind of liked it
too, that he wanted to talk about what we were watching.  Or what I was
watching.  He was actually watching me more than the movie.  His hand was
in his lap, I noticed, squeezing the large bulge that was visible there.
That pushed me past my inhibitions, and I let my hand drift down to my own
hard cock to give it a squeeze.  Now I was watching the on-screen action,
but also keeping an eye on Rodger, who was continuing to rub his dick and
mostly watching me, which was not so strange I guess, since I was sure he'd
seen the movie a thousand times.

"That's it, little buddy," Rodger's voice was now closer to a whisper,
"squeeze that cock, little buddy.  I know it feels really good."

"Oh, man!"  was about all I could manage.

"I bet your dick is hard as a rock, isn't it man?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied.

"Mine too," he said.  "Check it out."

He pulled one leg of his shorts up a couple of inches and there was the
bright read head of his cock, practically glowing.  I was mesmerized, and
suddenly forgot totally about the television.

"See how hard my dick is, little buddy?  It's so fucking hard it's coming
out of my pants."

It was quiet for a couple of minutes while we both sat there rubbing our
cocks and watching each other.  He was showing me more and more of his, and
it was huge.  I was so hot and so stoned that all I could think about was
how cool his cock looked, bulging and pulsing.  He just watched me and
smiled sort of like a cat looking at a canary.

"Isn't this cool, man, jacking off together like this little buddy?"

I had to admit that it was.  I'd never been this turned on in my life.  He
reached over to the table, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.

"We don't really need that, do we?"  he asked.

Now his pants leg was pulled all the way up to his crotch, and the whole
hefty slab of meat was laying exposed along his hairy leg.  Without the TV,
the room seemed suddenly smaller and we seemed closer.  Without the TV I
could hear my heart pounding in my ears.  I kept rubbing myself through my
shorts as I stared at his manly hand sliding up and down the shaft of his
dick.

"Feeling good man?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I whispered.

"You like my dick, doncha little pal?"

"Uhhh..."

"Hey man, it's OK. If I could get a look at yours, I bet I'd like it too."

He slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft, moaning softly once in a
while.  I didn't know what to do.  This seemed pretty gay to me, but GOD
was I digging it.  He patted the couch next to where he was sitting.

"Why don't you come sit by me?  I won't bite.  I promise."

I stood up awkwardly, my pants tented out in front of me.

"And why don't you slip your britches off while you're at it?"

I sort of hesitated, and he stood up.  At this point we were face to face.

"Here, let me," he said, and grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted
it off me in one move.  Then he popped open the fly of my jeans and slipped
the jeans and boxers down over my hips and onto the floor.  I stepped out
of my flipflops and was totally naked.  With a couple of more quick moves
he was totally out of his clothes too.  He stepped closer to me, and I
could feel the warmth of his body, and he swayed gently and I could feel
his burning hot cock slide back and forth across mine.

"You still digging it, little buddy?" he asked with a friendly smile.

I couldn't speak, but I don't think I really needed to.

He reached down and gently wrapped his big hand around both of our cocks.

"So you gonna let me show you how a couple of regular guys can help each
other feel really good?"

My heart was pounding, my breath was ragged, and I was speechless.

He leaned in and put his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his
breath, and said, "I'll take that for a yes."

We sat back down, and he gently ran his fingertips all over my body, making
me tingle from head to toe.  He devoted special attention to my nipples,
which felt so good I couldn't believe it.  First he'd rub the tips of his
fingers back and forth across them, then he'd very gently pinch and tug at
them.  The sensation traveled straight to my crotch and made my already
hard cock throb.  He chuckled softly.

"You like that, doncha little fella?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"Now check this out," and he leaned forward and put his lips right on my
nipple and began to softly suck and lick at it and all I could do was groan
out loud.

"Ohhh GOD!"

This was amazing, and I was putty in his hands at this point.  I let my
hand travel down to his lap, and for the first time in my life I felt the
burning velvet hardness of another man's cock in my hand.

"That's right, little buddy," he said, "Take my dick in your hand.  Give it
a squeeze.  I love that, man, do you?"

I looked at him and nodded, tugging at his beautiful meat.

"Yeah, baby, I think you're gonna be a quick study," he said, thrusting his
pelvis upward into my encircling hand, as his fingers absently toyed with
the hair above my ear.

"He called me baby," I thought, and it made the little hairs on the back of
my neck stand up with pleasure.

Now he had his hand around my cock, and the two of us sat naked flank to
flank, stroking each other.  Moisture was drooling from the tips of both
cocks, and I thought I might explode at any minute, but I wanted the
feeling to last forever.

"Go slow, man," I rasped.  "I'm afraid I might cum."

"You can cum whenever you want to, baby.  That's what we're here for isn't
it?"

Panting, I said, "Yeah, but this feels so cool I never want it to end."

"Well, we can do it again, whenever you want."

"I know," I was going nuts, "it's just so fucking awesome man."

"OK, let's give you a little break, then," he said, removing his hand from
my cock.  He stood up and faced me as I remained sitting on the couch.
Leaning in close to my ear again, he whispered, "I know you like my dick
baby.  Want to see it up close?"

I nodded wordlessly as he straightened up and let his throbbing member jut
out right in front of my face.  "You like it?"  He brought it to within
millimeters of my lips as he ran his fingers through my hair.  Slowly he
drew my head toward his crotch until his burning cock lay along my cheek,
slowly he swayed and turned, so that it rubbed across one cheek, then the
other, then the tip of the nose, the chin.  Then he drew back slightly
until the moist tip was gliding softly back and forth across my lips.  I
was delirious.  Without even thinking, my tongue came out and licked his
beautiful cock.  This was the most unimaginably lewd thing I had ever heard
of, and I was in bliss.  I licked it from the base to the tip and around
the sides, inhaling the exotic scent of it.

"Mmmm, that's it baby, I LOVE that," he moaned.

Then, instinctively my lips parted and he slid that lovely tool right in
between them.  "HOLY CRAP," I thought, "I've got this guy's dick in my
MOUTH and I LOVE IT!"  He held my head in his hands as he set up a slow
fucking motion.  My hands travelled all over his lower body until they
found the big pair of balls hanging down between his legs.  I cupped them
in my hands, stroked them and softly squeezed them as he continued running
his dick in and out of my mouth.

He was clearly getting quite hot at this point.  "Oh, baby, now I'm the one
who's gonna cum."  He gave me a light push back into the couch and dropped
to his knees.  His moist mouth immediately engulfed my throbbing dick and I
groaned loudly.  He took his time, keeping me on the edge of cumming as his
hands travelled all over my lower body.  He put my legs up over his
shoulders and with a smile said, "I want to show you something really
special," which seemed pretty crazy, given that I was already experiencing
joy like I had never known.  He kissed his way back down my belly, past my
cock, and began kissing and licking at my balls, then he deftly flipped me
over and continued licking from my balls to, "OH MY GOD!" the pucker of my
asshole. As his tongue wriggled deeper and deeper into my ass, I wriggled
backward onto the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced.  I reached
back and pulled my butt cheeks apart, trying to help him get in deeper, but
finally he came up for air, and began going after it with a probing finger.
Once the finger got inside, it found a spot that gave me a totally new
sensation.  I was pretty much babbling incoherently at this point.

"Oh RODGER, OH my GOD, JESUS CHRIST, HOLY SHIT RODGER!!"

"I had a feeling you were gonna like this, little buddy," he growled as a
second finger found its way inside me.  Now he waggled the two fingers and
rotated the hand in a way that seemed to be stretching my ass out and
although there was a little bit of a burn involved, it felt incredible.  I
was bucking like a mule, trying to get his wonderful fingers deeper into my
ass.  By now I had figured out what he had in mind, and I was as thrilled
as I was terrrified.

I reached back with my hand and found his throbbing cock and gave it a
pull.

"Rodger?"

"Mmm, yeah baby?"

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"Maybe just a little sting at first, but then you're gonna love it."

I was on my knees on the floor now, face down on the couch, and he was on
my back.  I could feel the tip of his cock finding its way to my asshole,
and it was so erotic I couldn't believe it, but it also felt huge, and I
wondered how he'd get it in.  He was nibbling along the back of my neck and
licking my ears, and his hands were kneading the mounds of my ass and
pulling them apart.  He spit into his hand and moistened his dick with the
saliva, then placed the tip directly against my asshole and gently pushed
against it.  I tried to take it in, but it was so big.

"I don't know if I can take it Rodger," I whimpered.

With his lips once again next to my ear he said, "Push out, baby, like
you're trying to shit.  It'll sting for a second, but then it'll feel
really good, I promise."

I pushed out and sort of waggled backward, and sure enough the head of his
cock popped inside me.  I gasped.

"Relax, baby, I'm in."

"Ok, man."

He slowly eased into me, millimeters at a time, occasionally pulling back
just a bit, then pressing forward more.

"What do you think, baby?  You like me fucking you?"

"Uh Huh."

"I knew you were gonna like it the minute I saw you little buddy."

Now I felt incredibly full, and I could feel the tickle of his pubic bush
against my butt, and I knew he was all the way in.  He drew back slowly and
slid it in again, this time painlessly.  The coarse veiny texture of his
dick was dragging across that mysterious spot inside me getting me hotter
with every thrust.  He pumped harder and I bucked back harder.

"That's it, baby, you love me fucking you doncha baby?"

"Oh my GOD Rodger!"

"You're my little pussy boy, aren't you baby?"  He was pounding with
abandon now, clutching my waist to get maximum push.

The words sounded degrading, but their effect was electric.  I just pulled
my ass open and wriggled backward onto his dick as far as I possibly could,
arching my back and circling my pelvis like a bitch in heat.

He pulled out of me and I whimpered again, but he threw me up onto the
couch, turned me on my back, and knelt between my legs, putting my ankles
on his shoulders.  He put the tip of his cock against my asshole again, but
this time it slid right in.  He ran it in as far as it would go, until my
balls were draped over the base of his cock like saddlebags over a horse.
He kind of ground against me so that his wiry pubes were scrubbing against
the inflamed circle of my anus.  Again he set up a slow rhythm, dragging
his dick out of me, then pushing it slowly back in as far as it would go
until there was a little bump at the end that sent waves of pleasure all
through my body.  I looked up at him pleadingly, and the corners of his
mouth turned up in a sly little smile.

He wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it an occasional tug, which
took me right to the point of orgasm every time, but really it was his dick
driving into my ass that I loved.

Continuing his slow fucking, he leaned forward until his face was inches
from mine, and his eyes were searching deeply into mine.  Then out of
nowhere, he pressed his lips to mine, and our mouths opened against one
another, and our tongues searched each other out in the sexiest kiss I had
ever experienced.  I threw my arms around him and pulled him close,
impaling myself on him as far as I could, until I felt my orgasm begin to
boil up out of me, and that made my ass start to spasmodically contract
around his dick. That seemed to push him over the edge too, and we were
both yelling at the top of our lungs as we ground together and pumped gobs
of semen into and all over each other.

After what seemed like an eternity of cumming, he fell across me, both of
us panting, and again his lips found mine, and we kissed a smoldering
lingering kiss of satisfaction.

"Oh man," I said, "That was SO cool."

Now more relaxed, he chuckled, "So you see how much fun a couple of regular
guys can have together?"

"Heh, yeah," I said, aimlessly trailing my fingers up and down his back.

"So you're my little buddy now, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"I guess we turned your pretty little ass into a pussy, didn't we little
buddy?"

His words made my skin tingle with delight, and I covered his mouth with
mine in answer.

"I'm gonna be needing a lot of that hot little pussy of yours, baby.
Cool?"

"Way cool!"

"And maybe you can just forget about miss goody two-shoes?"

I smiled at the thought, but all I said was, "Who?"