Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2019 00:29:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Just Go With It

Hey gang!  This is just a little one shot to make up for the fact that I
haven't finished the last chapter of "Autumn Postponed" over in the High
School forum yet.  Sorry.  Still, I hope this little onesie will help
anyone who's been waiting for the conclusion.

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Just Go With It


	"Just go with it."

	Had I known I'd hear it so many times, I might have starting
counting from the first time Ricky employed the phrase.  He was
Mr. Adventure, who could talk me into virtually any bizarre, dangerous or
misguided exploit that took shape in his overactive imagination.

	In fourth grade I'd suffered a broken arm when Ricky convinced me
to jump from the top of the monkey bars to the sliding board, after he had
already accomplished the same feat, sliding gently to the ground.  I had
jumped too far, caught my arm on a bar on the top of the slide, and made
the mistake of trying to hold on.  That was when I learned that there are
two bones in a human forearm, since both of them had snapped before I fell
to the ground.

	One might ask why I always allowed Ricky to talk me into sharing
his insanity.  It was mostly because ever since we had first met in third
grade, I had a boy crush on him.  Actually, it happened before we met.  I
think it began the first moment I saw him.  Maybe calling it a crush is
overstating it a bit, but I knew I wanted to be a friend to the
self-assured new kid who joined our class two weeks into the school year.
As soon as the teacher asked for a volunteer to help bring Ricky up to
speed, I nearly leapt from my seat to raise my hand high enough.  Seats
were rearranged so he and I would be seated next to one another, and we
made plans to have him come to my house a few times until he was on a par
with the rest of the class, which didn't take long.

	From that time on, he and I were friends, and pretty much best
friends.  It was the Fourth of July that summer after third grade that I
first heard Ricky say, "Just go with it."  He handed me a bottle into which
he had inserted a bottle rocket, and said I should hold it in my hand while
he lit the fuse.  I told him he was nuts, and that I didn't want to burn my
hand off.  But as would be repeated probably more than a hundred times in
the ensuing years, I eventually caved, pleased that my fears of third
degree burns were not realized, as the rocket only spewed a few sparks
before launching itself into the air.

	After that, Ricky managed to talk me into all sorts of things and,
though I was often trepidatious before the fact, I have to admit that I
almost always came out the other end of the experience happy that I'd gone
along.  Hell, even the leap that caused my broken arm gave me a story to
tell.  And as our friendship continued through eighth grade, the crush I'd
had on Ricky evolved into something deeper, though something unspoken.  I
often wondered if maybe he realized why I so easily went along with his
creative schemes, when our other friends simply shook their heads and
walked away.  Had our roles been reversed, I'm sure I'd have known he liked
me as more than just a friend.

	Two weeks into the summer, I was sleeping over at Ricky's house on
a Friday night.  For some reason, he had this huge king sized bed, and so
there was never a question of where I'd sleep all the times I stayed at his
house.  He shared my bed at my house too, but I only had a double, which
was big enough, but didn't feel nearly as spacious as his bed.  I could
never resist leaping into his huge bed in just my underpants and spreading
my arms and legs out as far as possible.  Ricky would do the same and we'd
both lie there, our hands reaching as far as each other's forearms, and our
feet just touching, trying to take up as much of the expansive space as
possible.

	"I really like it when you sleep over, Billy," Ricky said one
night.  "It's nice having somebody else in bed with me."  I was taken aback
by his comment, not sure how to respond.  I turned to look at him, and
noticed he was looking, not at my face, but somewhat lower on my body.  We
were both lying face up with the sheet and covers bunched down below our
feet.

	"I love staying here," I replied, aware that he was now looking at
my tight white briefs.  "I wish my bed was this big."

	"Really?"  Ricky asked.  "I think I like your's more.  You can tell
somebody else is in it with you.  Here we're so far away all the time."  I
looked down his slim body as well, and noticed the bulge in his briefs
looked bigger than I was used to seeing.  I could tell then that we were
crossing a line I'd hoped to cross at any given number of sleepovers
before.  I could feel my own dick beginning to fill with blood, and knew my
briefs would do nothing to hide it.

	"Yeah," I shrugged, even as I decided to up the stakes a bit.  "But
when I'm alone, I can sleep in the nude.  Can't do that when somebody else
is in bed with me."  I was hoping against hope that Ricky would play along.

	"Why not?" he asked, clearly ready to call my bluff.

	"Well, it'd be kinda weird, right?" I asked, trying lob the ball
back into his court.  "I mean, I know we've seen each other naked and all,
but to be in bed all night like that?"  By now I was totally erect, and I
knew Ricky had seen it as his eyes flicked down.  I looked down as well and
saw he was hard inside his briefs as well.

	"Yep, it would be," Ricky snickered, "but I still wanna.  So?"

	"I..." I stammered a bit, feeling more nervous now that I knew he
wanted to get naked with me, but not wanting to screw it up.  "I... I sorta
have a boner."

	Ricky laughed.  "Well, yeah I can see that, dude.  I got one too."
He reached down and rubbed the front of his briefs, then moved his hand to
show off the bulge there.  "So, you wanna see each other's boners?"  He
turned and looked me in the eye.  "C'mon, dude, just go with it."

	That's all it took.  I didn't even care at that point if Ricky got
naked too.  I just felt an overpowering need to strip off my briefs only
because he told me to "go with it," like it was some sort of magic spell. I
sat up, took hold of the waistband of my briefs and slid them down my legs.
I thought about stopping at my knees, but than I realized I wanted to be
totally nude, so I lifted my legs, slid my underwear down over my feet, and
flung them off the bed.  I laid back down and spread my legs wide, fully
exposing myself to my friend's gaze.

	And gaze he did.  I turned and saw his eyes completely focused on
my naked crotch.  As I'd said, we'd seen each other naked tons of times,
but never hard and never for very long.  Feeling freer than I ever had, I
locked my fingers behind my head, hiding nothing but my hands to Ricky's
appreciative eyes.  I felt truly horny, knowing my best friend was checking
out my hard dick.  I turned my face to the ceiling and closed my eyes,
giving him permission to look as long and hard as he liked.

	A couple minutes later I felt the bed bouncing and heard the
unmistakable sound of Ricky's briefs sliding off.  I looked over just in
time to see him flip them to the floor and then lie back, giving me as
unfettered a view of his nude body as I'd given him to mine.  His hard, cut
dick fascinated me.  It looked a lot like mine, though he might have had a
half inch on me, which would make him about five inches long.  We both had
small patches of hair, split in the middle above our dicks.  His balls were
drawn up tightly, just like mine always got when I popped a boner.

	"So," Ricky said with a gruff voice, "Should we... I dunno, maybe
feel each other up?"

	"Oh, yeah," I answered immediately, now having no fear that Ricky
would make fun of me for getting gay with him.  I reached over and slid my
fingers up and down his hard cock.  It felt strange to feel a dick in my
hand, but not to feel that same hand on my dick.

	"Hold on," Ricky said, moving around on the bed.  "Put a pillow
behind you and sit," he instructed.  I slid up and put a pillow behind my
back so I could sit against the headboard.  Ricky climbed over my legs and
straddled them, sliding up until his hairless balls rested against mine.
He looked up at me, and I realized our faces were barely two inches apart.
"I'm right handed too," he explained.  "This'll be easier."  He reached
down and took hold of my hard dick, indicating with a nod that I should do
the same.

	Clearly both of us knew how to jack off, and we both gave each
other the same treatment we'd give ourselves.  I kept closing my eyes, but
every time I'd open my lids, I'd see Ricky staring into my eyes, a small
smile on his lips.  He was so cute, or handsome, or beautiful that I
stopped closing my eyes and stared back at him as we pumped each other's
young cocks, the heat building between us.  I couldn't interpret the look
on my friend's face.  I'd never seen it before, but then we'd never jerked
each other's gherkins before, either.

	Suddenly and with no warning, Ricky leaned forward, closing the
small distance between our faces and planted his lips on mine.  My mouth
was already open for want of oxygen, and his tongue slid into it.  He put
his unoccupied left hand behind my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss,
which I willingly returned.  I could hardly believe I was having my first
hand job and my first kiss on the same night, and was so thrilled to be
sharing both with Ricky, the boy I'd been crushing on forever.

	Ricky leaned back and breathed, "Damn it, Billy, I been hopin' we'd
do this for so long," he said, moving a bit faster as he stroked my cock.
"Did you ever think about it?"

	"Tons of times," I admitted.  "Ever since seventh grade when we did
showers together in Jr. High.  Well, I mean, I wanted to touch your dick,
but I didn't really know a lot about jackin' off."  I paused a second
before I said, "And I wanted to rub your bum, too."

	"Seriously?" Ricky asked, looking directly at my face with wide
eyes.  I was suddenly afraid that, despite the fact we were working each
other's dicks, that I had crossed some line I didn't know existed.  But
Ricky smiled widely and said, "I thought the same thing... but..."

	"But what?" I asked, wondering what could be more daring than what
we were already doing.

	"Well," Ricky started, slowing his wanking on my dick, "I kinda
wondered... have you ever heard of blow jobs?"  I stared at him.  Of course
I'd heard of blow jobs, and ever since I had, I'd often thought about
sucking on Ricky's dick.

	"Yeah," I answered, not sharing my other thoughts.

	"Yeah, well, I just always thought about you rubbing my bum while
you were... while you were giving me a blow job."  I stared back at Ricky,
knowing that, if he simply said those magic words, I would find my hands on
his ass and his dick in my mouth.  "So, do you want to feel my bum?  I'll
let you if you suck on my dick."

	"I dunno," I said, trying to elicit that irresistible incantation
that could make me do anything.

	"C'mon, dude," Ricky said.  "Just go with it."  Bingo!

	I could barely remember Ricky moving himself up until his boy junk
was hanging over my face.  His dick and balls were fully and closely
exposed to my view, and all I wanted was for him to feed me his five inches
while I sucked and licked on it.  Ricky raised himself up above me, and
then lowered his hips.  I had no idea how to give a blowjob, but I knew it
was just like jacking someone off with my lips.  But I also thought I could
use my tongue to give him, and myself, more pleasure.  Once Ricky had
lowered himself enough, I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his
dick.

	I supposed I should have thought such a thing disgusting, but I
caught a drop of pre-cum and didn't care anymore.  I was even more excited
as I heard Ricky moan.  At that, I reached up and grabbed onto Ricky's
tight little ass cheeks.  They felt so much better than in any of my
fantasies.  They were orbs of firm muscle wrapped in soft, smooth skin.  I
couldn't get enough of them.  I stuck the tips of my fingers down into
Ricky's ass crack, and slid them up and down, occasionally touching his
puckered asshole.

	I pulled on Ricky's ass so that his dick slid into my mouth.  He
hissed at me to keep my teeth out of the way, and I quickly learned to
curls my lips over them to make the experience more comfortable for Ricky.
Soon Ricky was doing all the work, while I simply held my lips tightly
around his shaft and rubbed his smooth ass as he pumped himself in and out
of my mouth.  I kept watching his sparse pubes get closer and recede as he
sped up his thrusting.

	I slid my hands lower on Ricky's ass, and my middle finger found
his tight hole.  I started probing it as he continued fucking my face.  He
let go with a long, "Aaaahhh," as his ass tensed up and I suddenly felt his
prick throb and send a few squirts of warm, salty sperm onto my tongue.  It
never even crossed my mind to spit it out, and so I held it in my mouth
until Ricky stopped humping and slid his cock out, then I gulped it down my
throat.

	"Dude, that felt so awesome when you touched my butthole!" Ricky
exclaimed, sliding down so we were face to face.  "I couldn't keep from
cumming."

	"Yeah, I noticed," I smiled up at him."

	"Damn, I should have warned you, huh?" Ricky said, blushing now.
"I didn't think that I shouldn't just cum in your mouth."

	"That's OK," I replied.  "That means I can cum in yours, too,
right?"

	"Yeah, I guess that's fair," Ricky nodded, but sounded none too
sure.

	"It's not bad, dude," I assured him.  "It really isn't a lot, and
it doesn't taste bad or anything."  I really wanted him to let me cum in
his mouth, so I added, "Just go with it."

	"OK," Ricky nodded again, apparently not really noticing that I'd
commandeered his catchphrase.  "But stay right there and I'll do you from
on top."  Ricky now slid down the bed until he was between my widely spread
legs.  I kind of liked being able to see his face, and the doubt on it, as
he got a close up view of my raging four and a half incher.  But I knew he
wouldn't back out, not after having just cum in my mouth, so I put my hands
behind my head and prepared to watch the action.

	He was clearly hesitant, and for what felt like forever all I felt
was his warm breath on the head of my dick.  But eventually, I saw him
stick out his tongue and give me an experimental lick.  Apparently
bolstered by what he tasted, he leaned down and began to take me into his
hot, wet mouth.  It was so hot, in fact, I might have thought he was
running a fever or something.  It seemed that four and a half inches was no
problem for Ricky, and his nose touched my sparse pubes and his lips
tightened on the base of my shaft.

	Soon he was sliding his tightly closed lips up and down, as I threw
my head back, reveling in the feeling of my gorgeous friend's lips on my
cock.  He had his hands splayed on my hips, supporting himself while also
holding me down.  That might have been a good idea as I was aching to
thrust myself up into his face, and even my short dick might gag him a bit
if I did.  I was already remembering the taste and the feel of Ricky's
firm, cut dick in my mouth, and I knew I'd want it there again.  I only
hoped that Ricky would feel the same in a few minutes after the powerful
orgasm I felt building in my balls exploded into his mouth.

	All right, maybe "exploded" was overstating things a bit, but it
felt like an explosion in my brain as my dick squirted three of four thin
jets of cum, as Ricky sucked and swallowed.  It seemed like any doubt he'd
had melted away once he realized it wasn't as bad as he had, perhaps,
feared.  All I knew for sure was that I understood why Ricky had enjoyed
being sucked off so much.  In all the times I'd jacked myself off , and all
the times we'd jacked each other off, nothing ever felt as good as Ricky's
lips clamped around my stiff cock.

	"Ricky, dude, that was fuckin' incredible," I gasped as he slid
back up to lie beside me.  "I'm so glad you...  that you came up with the
idea."

	"Me, too," he sighed.  "Wanna know a secret?"

	"Do we have any left?" I chuckled in response.

	"Just one," Ricky giggled.  "I was just so afraid that, when I
mentioned blow jobs, you would just tell me to fuck off and then leave.  I
thought maybe you'd think it was too gay, or something."

	I rolled onto my side and lay my right arm across Ricky's torso, as
I said, "That's OK, but probably only because I'm too gay, too."  I leaned
in and kissed him on the cheek.  As I hoped, Ricky turned onto his right
side and leaned in to kiss me on the lips.  We wrapped our arms around each
other, rubbing as much of our bodies together as possible.  "So I guess
you're OK with that," I said softly into Ricky's ear.  He responded by
pressing his lips to mine, opening his mouth so that that our tongues could
wrestle with each other's.  After only a few minutes, we both fell onto our
backs, satisfied by our post-coital cuddling and kissing.

	Since it was Ricky's catchphrase that had led to our sexual
activity, I thought I had the right to ask, "So, now what?  I mean, what
are we now?"

	"Aren't we still friends?" Ricky asked in an uncharacteristically
innocent tone.  I was getting a better handle on his hesitancy to suck me
as I'd sucked him, and his reticence at bringing up the subject in the
first place.  I now knew that he understood he'd leveled the playing field
on which we stood.  I felt like now I could assert control as much as he
always had in our relationship.

	"Friends?" I asked, chuckling.  "Dude, we are more than friends, I
think.  I liked everything we did tonight, and I hope you did too, cause I
wanna do it more.  And I wanna do it with you."

	"I think I could handle that," Ricky smiled.  "So, are we
boyfriends, then?"

	I was amazed he was so reluctant to admit to the new nature of our
friendship.  He was always the one who was so self-assured, the one who
could always talk me into almost anything, simply by telling me to "just go
with it."  I thought he always knew that he was the leader and I was just
his devoted disciple, content to follow his lead.  Normally, I would have
been asking him the questions he was now asking me, but somehow the
paradigm had shifted, or rather had turned 180 degrees.

	"Tell you what," I said, climbing on top of Ricky and pressing our
surprisingly soft cocks together.  "Let's not overthink this, OK?"  I hoped
that when I spoke Ricky's well worn catchphrase, he'd understand what I was
trying to tell him.  His smile suggested he knew exactly what I was telling
him when I said, "Let's just go with it."