Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2018 09:55:58 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Max-and-Marty-Part-One

Max-and-Marty
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MAX-AND-MARTY-Part-One

Getting-to-know-Max-and-Marty

Hi, my name is Marty, and I live in a quiet suburb of a medium-sized city
in the middle of the U.S. somewhere. Our weather here gets very hot in the
summer, cool and the fall and spring, and chilly in the winter. It's a very
pleasant place to live. I work as a designer for an architectural firm, I
am single, and I am gay. I am out, but not flamboyant. I'm kind of a
regular guy who likes camping, hiking, football, and swimming. I'm buying
my home here and I love taking care of the yard and maintaining my place in
this nice development. Oh, I am 30 years old with dark brown hair, I have
very thick, soft chest hair. My pecker is a comfortable 7" x 4.5", cut. I
am 5'-7" tall and I weigh 150 pounds. I am not a gym rat, but I am in good
shape and you can see my pecs and abs under all the hair. I look good
naked, and I am proud to show it off. But, enough about me, for now.

The house next door to mine sold a while back and a very nice young couple
moved in. They are in their twenties, with a little baby. They moved here
from the West Coast for his job. Moving day was fun to watch. One Saturday
morning early, I hear the sound of a large truck pulling in next door. The
new neighbors have arrived. So, I take a peek out the window to see what I
can see.

There is a self-moving vehicle in the drive and a nice new car parked in
the street out front. I see a young man and woman, carrying a car seat,
walk to the front door. This must be the new owners. The woman looks very
young and pretty. He is cute too. He looks to be about my height. He has
dark brown hair, cut very short, and he has an adorable baby face. He's
wearing shorts and a tank top, and I can see powerful legs, maybe from
gymnastics? His arms are big, with bulging biceps. He has no chest hair
showing at the top of his low-cut tank. There is a nice bulge at the front
of his tight shorts.  As they walk into their new home, another car drives
up and an older couple gets out - somebody's parents, no doubt. Then a
couple pick-up trucks pull up with stuff in the back and five hot guys pile
out. This is the friends and family moving crew. I hope the temperature
continues to rise so these hot boys have to take their shirts off to
survive. I'm certain I will have stuff to do around the house today to keep
me within view. Yum-yum!

So, I was right, it got hot and the guys all stripped their shirts
off. Even Daddy. He was a very nice specimen too. Solidly built, hairy
chest, with some salt and pepper hair thrown in. Big arms and much taller
than neighbor boy. He must be her father. The young guys were all in their
twenties, probably school buddies.or local new job friends. Either way,
they were built and hot, every one of them. Tight muscles, bubble
butts. There was a nice mixture of hairy bodies and smooth ones. Big bulges
and smaller ones. All-in-all, I had a wonderful day washing the windows on
that side of my house, and then, showering and pulling on my pecker for a
nice long time.

The next day, I decided to go introduce myself. I had some cookies baked,
so I took a batch over and knocked on the door. Neighbor boy answered. He
was wearing shorts and no shirt. There is just the faintest hint of hair
across his bulging pecs. He said, "Yes? May I help you?"

Me: "Hi! I'm your next door neighbor, Marty. I saw you guys just moved in
and wanted to introduce myself and bring you a little treat."

NB: "Oh, damn, I'm sorry for answering the door this way. It's been a
hectic morning. Everything's in boxes, the baby is having a fit, and we're
just trying to stay sane. Nice to meet you and thanks for the cookies."

Me: "No problem. So, what do I call you guys?"

NB: "Oh, sorry, yeah, where are my manners? I'm Max and my wife's name is
Kathy."

Me: "Nice to meet you, Max. Let me know if there's anything I can do to
help."

Max: "Thanks, Marty, I just might take you up on that. Oh, by the way, are
you married?"

Me: "Uh, no, I'm single now."

Max: "Oh, cool. Maybe I'll come over and grab a beer with you sometime."

Me: "I'd like that."

With that, Max and I began a dialogue that would continue for a very long
time. Over the next few days and weeks, Max and Kathy were getting settled
in. Max came over several times to borrow tools and to ask me for
recommendations for stores and stuff nearby. He's a really nice guy and we
have a lot in common. He did do gymnastics in high school and college, as
did I. It turns out that he is 27, though he looks 21. He loves football,
he loves to camp and hike, though he hasn't been able to since they got
married and had the baby. Max didn't come right out and say it, but it
sounds like they were pregnant before they had thought about marriage, so
this was all kind of new and challenging for them.

For the next several months, Max and I get to know each other over the
fence and over a few beers. We talk about maybe going to a game together,
even a camping/hiking trip some time. He's looking for a gym to join, so I
tell him I'll join if he will, and we agree to test a couple places out. He
never asks about why I'm single, and I don't offer any info. It's just so
normal for me to be gay and out, I never think about telling people. They
don't walk around saying, "Hi, I'm straight." It's kind of nobody's
business. If Max asks, I'll tell the truth, but until then, who
cares. We've become friends and we're having a good time. Someday it will
probably come up. For now, I am content to look and not touch. Max is
gorgeous and, if things were different, he'd be at the top of my list of
guys to date. He's built, hot, hairless, and the bulge in his gym shorts
tells me he's hung like a horse. Alas, I can't eat the forbidden fruit.

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Max and Kathy have lived next door for almost two years now. Their little
girl is walking and they have really settled in. The neighbors like them
and we all get together for block parties in the summer. Max and I have
continued to grow closer. We found a gym we both like and we workout
together three nights a week after work. He is a monster in the gym. His
upper body is still built like a gymnast, with arms and chest muscles that
I have let go. Max is trying to push me to get them back. Once, he asked me
if I was dating and I told him that I wasn't dating anyone right then. He
let it drop. Another time, I brought a friend home to stay over, and Max
saw us walking out of the house the next morning. He waved, but he never
asked.

One evening at the gym, we were working out and Max was spotting me at the
bench press.

Max: "Say, Marty, have you ever dated anyone from the gym?"

Me: "Well, as a matter of fact, yes. I've had a couple dates with members
here."

Max: "Really? Like who?"

Me: "See that guy over there on the treadmill, the blonde in the blue tank
top?"

Max: "Yeah..."

Me: "I've been out with him twice."

Max: "I knew it! I wondered if you were gay and I was too chicken to ask. I
figured it was none of my business. But, I was curious, you know, us being
such close friends now, I thought maybe that was a part of you we should
share."

Me: "Wow! I'm flattered, I guess. It's nice that you think of us as close
friends who share intimate details about our lives with each other."

Max: "Yeah, I do. Ya know what? I want to go camping with you this
weekend. We've been talking about going ever since I moved here. It's about
time we did it."

Me: "Ok, sounds good to me. Do you need any gear?"

Max: "Oh, no, I've got all my stuff. You?"

Me: "I've got plenty of gear for me, I camp all the time. Let's plan to go
up to the Lake on Friday night. I'll reserve a tent site in the morning."

Max: "Cool! I'll get my shit together and we can stop and buy groceries at
the little store up there."

So, Friday evening got here and I loaded all my camping gear into the back
of my van. Max carried his stuff over and added it to my load. He jumped in
the car, but I didn't see Kathy outside to say goodbye or anything. As we
drove away, Max looked at his house and sort of waved in that direction. I
didn't ask; if he wants me to know, he'll tell me.

I drove the whole way to the lake and we chattered on about the weekend,
the upcoming football season, just general bullshit talk. We stopped at the
store and picked up groceries and Max insisted that we buy two cases of
beer and a bottle of scotch. I didn't ask. We got to the campground and
checked in, then I drove to the site and we started unloading our gear.

I pulled everything out of the back of the van just to see what all we
had. I got my tent out and started to put it up. It's an easy tent to
pitch, one guy can handle it. It's the perfect size for me. I can sleep on
one side and all me gear sits on the other side, it's great. Max pulls his
tent out and it's a disaster. It looks like he hasn't used it in years;
it's dirty and it smells. He's having a hard time pitching, so I go to
offer help.

Me: "Max, stop! Your tent sucks...it's DOA. Tell you what, throw your bag
in my tent and we'll double up...No worries."

Max: "Thanks, man, I didn't realize how bad it was."

So we toss Max's tent back in the van and move some stuff around to fit his
sleeping bag in next to mine. It's a bit of a squeeze, but we're only going
to sleep there and, from the looks of things, we'll be passed out drunk
when we do. After that is solved, we set up the rest of our stuff, gather
wood, build a fire pit, and get ready to cook supper. Finally, we're ready
to relax and Max brings out the beer. We start drinking while Max builds
the fire and I get the food ready. Pretty soon, we've each had three beers
and we feel pretty good. Max builds a raging fire and it's getting hot near
it. I strip off my t-shirt to try to cool down a bit. Now, Max has seen me
without a shirt plenty of times. I mow the yard shirtless, he's seen me at
the gym, I'm not shy. I have a great body and I don't try to hide my hard,
hairy chest and abs. But tonight...

Max: "Well, fuck, if you can, I can!"

And he strips off his shirt, downs his beer and grabs another. Now Max is
amazing without his shirt on. His pecs are big, hard, and chiseled. He has
a tiny bit of dark hair scattered across them, but it's not obvious at
all. Then, his abs are cut deep and forma perfect six-pack ladder to his
waist. His V cut obliques are perfect and cut deep as well. He has no
abdominal hair and no evidence of any hair runnin down to his waist. He is
just a tight little package of hard beauty. He chugs another beer and grabs
another. Max is determined to get drunk. So, I cook supper and try to stay
somewhat sober, just in case. We eat a great meal, clean up, and put our
gear away, mostly inside the van for protection. Then, we sit on the
ground, leaning on a big log, and watch the fire burn. By now, Max has had
at least 7 or 8 beers. He's slurring his words a little and laughing and
talking too loud.

Max: "Ya know, buddy boy Marty...This is great...to be out here in the
woods with a bro."

Me: "Thanks, Max, I like it too."

Max: "No, I mean it...a man needs to be with a bro sometimes...he needs to
be away from women once in a while. Women are bitches, bro, ya know that?"

Me: "Max, you don't mean that. Kathy's a great girl."

Max: "Fuck that shit, Marty, Kathy's a bitch...she's not a bro, like you
are."

Max let's out a huge burp and says he needs to take a leak. He stands up
and stumbles.

Max: "Marty, I need your help. C'mon and help me take a leak."

Me: "Oh, fuck, Max. You can handle it."

Max: "No, I can't, if you don't help me I will piss my pants right here!"

So, I get up and guide Max to the far edge of the campground, away from all
our stuff. Then I unzip his shorts and tell him to get his dick out and
pee. He says he can't find it. So, I start laughing and I reach into his
pants and fish around in his underwear to find his dick. When I touch it, I
hesitate. It is so thick, damn! Pulling it out is a matter of rolling it
out like a garden hose. He is so hung with a massive cock; it has to be
7.5" soft and so fucking fat! He says thanks and starts to piss, almost
before I get it aimed away from us. I stand there, holding Max's enormous
cock in my hand while he pisses. That makes me want to pee. So, when he
finishes, I tell him to stand still while I piss. I unzip and pull out my
cock and start to piss. Max looks at me and says,

Max: "Nice cock, bro. See. ya can't say that to a bitch now can you? So
what do you think of mine, bro?"

Me: "Shut up, Max, you're drunk! Put your cock back and zip up."

Max: "I don't want to. It's nice out, I think I'll leave it out."

Max laughed at the stupid, juvenile humor, and staggered back to the
fire. I pushed my dick back into my pants and followed him. Max started to
sit on the ground and cried, "Ouch! My pecker's caught in my zipper!"

He undid his shorts and pulled them off, standing there naked in front of
the fire. So, this is getting tough. Max is hammered and I have a little
buzz on. The fire is warm, and there's a hot 28-year-old naked hunk sitting
beside me. This guy is my best friend and my married neighbor. I can't do
anything about it, but it sure is tempting and I have to fight the urge
hard. So, I go get the bottle of Scotch and figure I'll get drunk and pass
out before I do something stupid.

When I get back and sit down, Max starts to ramble.

Max: "Ya know, Marty, this is nice. I love to sit in the woods naked and
commune with nature. I've done it before, ya know. Yeah! I had a buddy out
west who used to go camping with me. We'd go up into the mountains, pitch a
tent, build a fire, and sit around nude, enjoying each other. It was fun,
ya know?" (He was slurring a lot.)

Me: "Uh, huh, sure, Max."

Max: "No, really. That's why I told you it doesn't matter that you're
gay. I know gay guys. In fact, I'm kind of interested in knowing more. I,
uh, I've...had...I've had a little experience with man on man sex and I'm
curious."

Me: "Oh, I see." (I'm very intrigued now and take another swig off the
bottle.)

Max: "Yeah, man, I sucked a cock on a camping trip once."

Me: "What? Max, what are you talking about?"

Max: "Marty, I want to suck your cock. Pull it out."

Max reached for my crotch and grabbed at my bulge.

Me: "Whoa, there Maxie boy. I think you've had too much to drink."

All of a sudden, Max's speech got clearer. "Oh, I'm not as drunk as you
think, Marty boy. I really do want to suck your cock."

Max pulled at my shorts, wanting me to take them off and let my cock be
free. I was just drunk enough to let this happen. After all, I didn't start
it. So I raised up and let Max pull my shorts off, of course, I never wear
underwear, so I was immediately exposed, and my excitement was obvious in
my already stiffening shaft. Max took it in his hand and put his mouth on
it, then he started to give me a magnificent blow job. He massaged my balls
like a pro and licked and sucked me until I was raging and spasming, my cum
shot out of my rod and into Max's hungry mouth. It was great, but I was
still very puzzled by all this. Max cleaned my cock off and leaned back
against the log. I didn't know if I should reciprocate or what. Then, Max
spoke up.

Max: "That was nice, Marty. I like your cock, it's big and tasty and it
filled me with cum. Hot! You see, I had this friend in California, we were
friends for years. We watched football together, we worked out together,
and we went camping and hiking together. He is such a hotty...A lot like
you, actually, he's muscled and very hairy. Anyway, we got to be really
good friends and we spent a lot of time together and eventually it led to
some `sexploration.' He suggested that we might be gay or something and I
panicked.

Me: "Oh, fuck, man. Am I his replacement?"

Max: "Oh, no, Marty, not at all. You and me just happened; it was not my
intention; I was content to let it pass when we moved here. But, I don't
know if you can tell, but things between me and Kathy are a little
tense. We've dated since high school, we were both on the gymnastics
team. Everyone assumed we'd get married someday, even us. The thing is, I
was never really sure that it was the right thing for me, so I kept putting
it off, hoping she'd get tired of waiting and move on. In college, when I
travelled to meets, I'd run into guys on other teams who were openly gay,
and they often assumed that I was too and they hit on me. I didn't know, so
I tried it to see what it was like. I really liked what I did with those
guys, and I started to make friends with them and we stayed in touch after
college. That's how my friend and I first met, at a gymnastics meet."

Me: "Wow, Max, I had no idea. That's rough."

Max: "So, Kathy and I went to a school reunion a few years ago and everyone
was teasing us about not getting married yet. Kathy's folks were getting on
us about it. My folks kept quiet. Kathy and I got pretty drunk one night
and she started to come on to me. I thought maybe this was my chance to
prove, once and for all, whether I liked boys or girls better. So, we went
to bed and had sex. It was kind of a struggle. I chalked it up to the
booze, but I couldn't get hard until Kathy blew me, which she hates to
do. I put on a condom and we were going to have intercourse. Just as I
pushed inside her, I got a little soft, so I pulled out and jacked myself
hard again. I didn't pay attention to the fact that the condom had slipped
off. We fucked and I shot my load into her and, when we pulled apart I saw
the condom on the bed and it was clean. I panicked and told Kathy what had
happened and she panicked. A few weeks later, she found out she was
pregnant. Rather than tell the truth, we planned a quick wedding with the
excuse that we'd waited long enough. We got married and nine months later
we had a baby and everyone called her a honeymoon baby. That's why we named
her Honey."

Me: "Oh, Max, this is incredible. Why haven't you told me this? We're best
buddies, man, I want to help."

Max: "Anyway, Kathy and I haven't really had much of a sex life ever. She
spreads her legs once or twice a month, but she's not really into it. She's
always tired. She doesn't want to try anything new. She sure doesn't give
me blowjobs anymore. So, my sex life is Internet pron and handjobs. My
favorite pord has always been gay, particularly hot, hairy gay porn."

Max was leaning back against the log with his hands behind his head. The
firelight made his skin glisten as it reflected off his beautiful skin and
strong muscles. I realized then that my motives had not been so pure when I
started this friendship, and it was time to tell my truth.

Me: "Max, I need to be honest with you. Since the day you moved in next
door, I started watching you and admiring your body. Every chance I got to
see you with your shirt off was a treat for me. I watched you out my
windows, I mowed when you mowed, I even joined the gym because you asked me
too. We became good friends by accident, and I am grateful that we did. I
really do like you a lot. At first, I wanted to have sex with you, but now,
it's different. I'm your friend, and I'm Kathy's friend. I'm kind of
conflicted here."

Max: "Oh, I get it, Marty, I understand completely. It's why I waited so
long to come on to you. I've been watching you ever since we moved in
too. You are one hot motherfucker, and you are exactly my type. Short,
packed tight, and hairy as hell. I get a hardon every time I see you
without a shirt. It's been rough on me too. So, consider the blowjob a gift
and we'll continue to be friends and we'll get past this. Ok?"

Me: "I can try, if you will."

We shook hands and realized it was time to get some sleep. So, we set the
fire for the night, put stuff away, and headed for the tent. We were both
already nude, so there wasn't much point in being modest. We crawled into
the small tent and laid down on our sleeping bags, side-by-side. It might
be a challenge, but I needed to sleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night with Max's arm across my chest. He was
slowly running his fingers around my hairy nipples and I could feel him
stroking his own cock too. I decided not to acknowledge his actions, and I
rolled over, facing away from him. Now, he couldn't reach my chest and
would go to sleep. I was so wrong. Max scooted himself closer to me. I felt
his hard cock press against my ass crack, and he put his arm around my
chest again. He kissed my neck and said: "I'll bet you're not really
sleeping."

I couldn't resist his hot breath on my neck, so I pushed back against his
cock, inviting his to open me up to his beastly invasion. Max had already
planned this, he had lube and he pushed it inside me. His shaft was
slippery too. He pressed into me and I gasped as his fat mushroom popped
into my pussy. He kept pushing until our spoons were perfectly matched and
pressed together firmly. Max started to rock me in his arms and his mighty
cock thrust in and out of my hot pussy. I started to moan and whimper under
his touch. He rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so I was
on all fours like a dog. Max pushed his beast into me all the way to the
hilt and my prostate started to swell. I felt his head penetrate my gut and
push against the wall of my cunt. I was being impaled by my best friend and
I loved every inch of his. We said we wouldn't go this far, but we couldn't
keep that vow. I pushed back hard against Max's hard rod and wiggled around
him. Max moaned and pressed hard against me.

Then, Max rolled me onto my back and pulled my legs up over his
shoulders. His cock went even deeper now, as he held my hips at the perfect
angle. Max smiled and rubbed my hairy chest, then he spit on my chest and
rubbed it in, and he spit again and again, matting my chest hair in his
saliva and causing him to buck against me even faster. Max is a beast, his
fat cock swells to a hearty 6" around, and his 8" piston hits me just
right. When Max takes hold of my cock, I go crazy, screaming, "Yes, Max,
please fuck me harder. Make us both cum, Max!"

He strokes me faster and squeezes my shaft hard. His pumping picks up speed
and I feel his balls tighten and I see his incredible abs flex and hold,
just as an eruption of hot cum starts to fill my pussy. "Ohh! Fuck, yeah,
Max!"

Then, my cock shoots cum into the air, matting in my chest hair and
dribbling down Max's hand. He pulls his cock out of me and shakes the last
of his cum onto my abs. Then, he leans over and licks his cum and my cum
off my abs and my chest, Max loves to lick my hairy body. He ends by diving
his face into my armpit and inhaling deeply. Then, he kisses me with his
luscious lips. When he collapses beside me, I take his cock in my mouth and
clean his cum off, along with the pussy juice that has been made inside my
ass. I fall next to him, and max nestles into my arms, laying his head on
my chest. We fall asleep like this and lie, undisturbed, until daylight
peeks into our campsite.

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[END PART ONE]