Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 21:20:38 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: The Brian Mecklinberg Story (Part 2)

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"Yeah, so, I was a jerk." he said, flatly. I didn't speak. "I guess I just
was trying.. you know... to solve a couple things at once."

I turned to him, and kicked him with my foot. He smiled. Then I
smiled. Then he plopped in bed next to me. "You're a dork," I said.

"Yes, but I want my best friend to be cool. With like, things."

We talked about it. He was straight. I wasn't. Not a big deal. He got a
free blowjob (of sorts) from me. Something, apparently, he was used to -
from his brother, no less!

But, that was never to be spoken of. Not with anyone. Not even his
brother. Instead, Brian was playing pseudo match-maker. He thought I was
perfect for James. So, we came up with a plan.

Brian had been my best friend for about 6 months now, ever since my mom
moved us to this small Wisconsin town. We were both in 6th grade, and well,
as you know, he's straight. I found that out after we fooled around one
night on a sleepover, and well, he didn't return the favor.

As for me? I am the class ginger. Weighing in at about 89 pounds soaking
wet, I have just started to lose what my mother calls, 'baby fat.' I had a
recent growth spurt, so now, I am now about 5'2"! So now, every time he
teases me about my shoulder length hair, or my freckles, I can just put my
elbow on his head and remind him who's taller.

But seriously, we are great friends, and if he was into guys, those blue
eyes, curly blonde hair, and perfect fair skin (the same features he shares
with his brother James), I would be all over him.

But, since he's not, I've given up on that track. In fact, until recently,
I didn't think I would even meet another gay guy. I mean, I knew about
myself for a while - ever since the sparkle or Ryan Miller's eyes came into
my view way back - well, this isn't about him.

James was a junior. As in, high school. He was 16 years old, and I mean,
not that he talked to us much, but he was pretty cool. He didn't play
football or anything macho - in fact, he was pretty geeky. He was all about
this 'World Wide Web' thing, and he and his friends would stay after school
and 'surf' it. And, I've looked at him a few times - he had this dimple on
his face above his jaw that would melt mounta-

"Dade, you're still coming, right?" Good timing, Brian.

"Yes, I am already set." I said, cutting the yard to school. It was Friday,
and that meant we could stay up later. Brian's dad worked late anyway, so
it would just be us and his brother until god knows when.

Brian's apartment was the exact same as mine, except with 3 bedrooms. Well,
actually, the third room was technically the 'den' or something - it didn't
have a door. That's where Brian slept. Kinda explained why he slept at my
house a lot, but whatever.

Homework was easy, but it took an hour. Brian's dad had a post it note:
"order pizza, do homework first. I will check." There was a $20
bill. Sweet!

We waited until James got home, almost 2 more hours. He walked in with a
huge carrying case, wearing a tie and button down. "I don't care, just no
pineapple," he said. We called in the order, and James was off to his room,
the door shut behind him.

"Computer night," Brian said. The big case was a computer, that he was
renting from the school for the weekend. The 'computer night' was a bunch
of geeks that worked on computer projects. I just shrugged. Not my thing.

The Mecklinbergs had a VCR too, but only one TV in the main room. Brian
thought that if we watched movies James liked, he would come join us. He
was right. After the pizza came, we popped in 'Twister', a new
release. Within minutes, James was plopped on the couch above us, now only
wearing basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt. Brian and I sat on the
floor, close to the coffee table.

As the movie rolled on, Brian began to fall asleep. Well, not really. But
he did a great job pretending. After the third 'nod off', he announced he
was gonna go lay down. It was only 930, but, ok. James bought it. He hopped
up and switched the movie to something I'd never hear of, and we continued
to watch in silence.

Here we were. James on the couch, his head and feet on either cushion. I
stood up to go to the bathroom, and grabbed my bag. My plan had to start
now, before James got tired himself.

Quicker than I ever have in my life, I changed out of my school clothes,
threw on my loosest pair of gym shorts. No underwear. No shirt. I came back
to the living room, and sat down. James didn't appear to bat an eye, but I
could have sworn he looked over as I grabbed the last bite of my slice. I
came back to rest on the floor, the shag carpet lightly tickling my legs. I
was slightly stretched out, my feet toward the TV, my eyes locked
forward. From the side, I watched him. He barely blinked as we both watched
Molly Ringwald sew some dress for prom.

My heart was beating wildly. I dared not look over. James was there, I
could feel him. Am I ready for this? What if he doesn't even like me? I
felt my face get flush, and I slammed my eyes shut. I had to regain my
courage. Brian said this would work. I just.. needed to do it.

I decided to step it up a notch, and I flattened out. Now, on my stomach, I
rested my chin on my fists and watched the movie. My feet began to dangle
back and forth.

"Ahem, uhh.." I heard James clear his throat, "Dade. You want anymore of
this..."

I twisted my head, looking over the arch of my back. James was now sitting
up, his legs spread, his hands holding the pizza box. I didn't know how to
be seductive, but I wanted to be. My body twisted slowly, and I got onto my
back, now resting on my elbows.

"Nah, I'm not hungry." I said. James began to clear the table, not looking
at me again. It didn't work. I wasn't being sexy enough. "Let me help," I
said.

I grabbed the coke bottles and followed him into the kitchen. I twisted
around him to put the bottles into the trash, and he started to bend and
open the fridge. The kitchen was galley style, and small, and so as he did
that, his hip pushed into me. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dade!" he chuckled.

I blushed, having felt his rear against my side. I was not sure what to
do. How was I gonna get him to... notice me. "No problem, uh, James."

"Call me JJ. All my buddies do now," he said, flicking off the
light. JJ. Okay.

When the movie was over, he flicked off the TV. I got up, feeling
defeated. I was half naked, sprawled on the floor, and he didn't make a
move. In fact, with the TV off, he wasn't moving at all. I stood there, in
the dim light of the living room window, not knowing what to do. He stayed
seated, his legs still wide on the coffee table and his head rested
back. His hands slid to the sides, and he slowly closed his eyes. I had to
say something. Do something.

I took a couple steps around the corner, and noticed that Brian had
actually fallen asleep, and was head to toe sideways. So, that meant no
sleeping in HIS bed.

I tiptoed back to the living room. "So," I said.

James, JJ, lifted his head. "What's up, D?" that was new.

"...Well, I think Brian fell asleep, and he's hogging the whole bed. I was
thinking I should probably sleep on the couch..." I was stammering. My plan
was supposed to be easier than this! Brian 'fakes' sleeping, James can't
resist me half naked, and boom! we fool around.

But it wasn't happening. JJ pulled his legs from the table and sighed. He
stretched, his shirt lifting from his waist as he reached for the sky. I
could see the mild trace of abs and the curve of his ribs as he did so; I
couldn't tell what kind, but his shorts had slipped a bit and revealed a
thick band around his waist. Wait, was that a jock strap?

JJ scratched his chest mildly and brushed past. A quick look into Brian's
room was all he needed. "Yep, you got no room in there. Come on,"

I blinked. JJ slid his feet along the hall, his tired body headed for his
'real' bedroom. When he reached the door, a pale blue light flicked on. JJ
didn't have an overhead light in his room, only the glow of a computer
screen. He called out in a whisper, "You can't sleep on the floor and the
couch is too small. Come on,"

I didn't need to be asked again. I tiptoed past the kitchen and Brian's
room, down the hall. He pushed the door wider and let me in, before
following behind and closing the door.

His room was very different. He had posters of singers and actresses that I
had never seen before. his bed was in the middle of the room, larger than
mine, and covered with a black comforter. JJ sat at his desk, moving the
mouse around a 9" screen. I stood there for a minute, watching him load a
disk in, clicking a few buttons, and then hearing the familiar sound of a
dial tone.

"Get comfortable, dude. You can crash in here, my bed is huge. I just wanna
check online..." he started. His words trailed off as he connected to the
internet, the whir of a disk and the clacking of a keyboard as he typed in
codes and commands. It was all a bunch of text to me. I slid on to the bed,
feeling the smooth soft blankets. The idea of being in his bed was starting
to arouse me. I could smell him everywhere. The musk of his sweat. The
sweet smell of his deodorant. The smell of gym socks. And... another
smell. It was hard to describe, but I knew it. It was the smell
of... man. Of sex. JJ's smell.

My face went flush as I realized, I was getting hard. Over the smell! I
quickly grabbed one of the pillows, holding it to my waist as I felt my own
5" get harder by the second. I looked up at JJ in terror, hoping he hadn't
realized that his bed mate was rock hard.

But he didn't. He was clacking away, typing. He didn't pause, he didn't let
his eyes off that screen. It gave me time to relax a bit. "Almost done,
dude," he said.

I bit. "Whatcha doin, anyway?"

He smiled a bit, a smirk even. "Well," he said, clacking the last few words
onto the screen. "I have, buddies, of sorts, all over the world. We talk
via Electronic Mail - or E-Mail as we call it,"

My hard-on had gone soft, so I leaned a bit forward, to see what his screen
had on it. It was just a black screen with a bunch of words. Like a letter.

He turned to face me. "Yeah, so anyway. I talk to these guys, and they chat
with me and like, give me hyperlinks to these stories on-line..."

I looked at the screen, but he had clicked a button and the window went
dark. "Tell me something, Dade," he asked, reaching behind the big machine
and flicking it silent. "Are you into my brother?"

My face went white. I hoped in the dim light of the desk lamp without the
light of the computer would hide me. "Uh, he's my best friend," I defended.

JJ pushed back his chair, stood up, and plopped into bed. I was still
sitting at the foot of it, and his legs flipped over me. He peeled off his
shirt, leaving him just in those basketball shorts, and I think, a jock.

I was getting hard again.

"No, yeah, but I mean -" he continued. "He stays at your house like, every
night. And like, he's never here. I mean, are you two like..."

He didn't finish. It was silent. I clutched the pillow still on my lap, and
searched for an answer.

"He's not gay," I said, flatly.

He sat up in his bed, his legs folding under him. He was only a couple feet
from me, directly behind me. I didn't turn to look at him. His response was
quiet. "I know that,"

"So yeah," I stammered.

"You said he's not gay?" he ventured, moving closer to me. I could feel the
bed now, the weight of his knees sagging it toward him. I could feel myself
angling a bit. "But you know I am, right?"

I nodded, but my eyes were now closed. He was right next to me now, and I
could feel the heat of his chest from my shoulders. He whispered in my
ear. "Are you like me, Dade?"

My eyes shot open. I looked up at the ceiling. I stared at the poster of
some bald woman named Sinead. Tears started in my eyes, but I couldn't let
them fall. This was supposed to be sexy, but he was making me admit things.

"...yes." I whispered.

"Do you like me, Dade?" he whispered, gently touching my shoulder. I
shuddered, but wouldn't let myself pull away. I wanted him. I really wanted
him. Why was I so scared?

"...yes." I repeated.

His hands slid against my shoulders, and I could feel him fully behind me
now. His knees had slid against my hips, and I could feel his chest against
my back. His palms slid down to my chest, and his hair, soft and
sweet-smelling, fell against my face as he whispered in my ear again. "Do
you want me? I need you to say it. Four little words. "Make love to me",
that's all. Give me permission."

I bit my lip, and my chest wouldn't let me exhale. His hands went lower to
my stomach, and I could feel my hardness throbbing against the pillow. His
lips were so close to my neck, I could feel the heat of his breath.

"Dade," he urged. "tell me...?"

My head fell back against his shoulders. My arms reached up. I slid my
hands into his hair, his forehead now tight against my neck. His hands were
at my waist, my own basketball shorts acting as the gatekeeper.

I exhaled, finally, and with all my courage, I spoke. "JJ, I want... I
need... please..."

"Say it, baby," he cooed, "tell me I can make love to you."

I nodded. "Make... love.. to me, JJ. I'm ready..."

"Yes, Dade, that's it." his hands began to go wild. I felt him pull me
back, twisting me around. My own hair fell into my face as he maneuvered me
to the head of the bed. I felt him pull at my legs, laying me flat. I
reached up to move my hair, and I gasped as I felt him slide his whole body
from his chest at my feet all the way up my body. His hard abs slid across
my tenting shorts until his face, his eyes, were locked into mine. His
hands intertwined with my own, and they twisted lightly above my head.

With my hands locked, he shifted his body so that his knees were at my
hips. I could feel his own hardness against mine, his stomach tight but
heaving as he held me in place. His chest was hovering above mine, and I
could feel the humidity between us. I was beginning to sweat from lust and
heat. With his face above mine, his bangs tickling my forehead, he stared
into my green eyes. His oceans of blue we like magic as they flickered from
the dim light of the room.

"Brian set you up for this, didn't he?" I froze. Oh no! My face began to
fade from pure lust and awe into fear. But then, A smirk appeared again. "I
knew it." he said.

I blinked. "Wha..." I stuttered.

JJ lifted his head enough to flick the bangs from his face. He leaned back
in. "You know all about it, don't you? You knew I was gay, and with
Brian..."

He didn't have to continue. He knew I knew. "I'm... sorry..." I started. I
started to wiggle a bit, now suddenly feeling wrong about the whole thing.

"No," he commanded. I froze again. "No apologies."

I didn't move. JJ was still on top of me, his hands still holding mine
above my head. I was unsure what to do. Before I had time to decide, he
began to speak.

"So, I'm gay. Right? And well, I like guys. And, like, Brian was a guy who
wanted to try stuff. So, we did. And, he's growing up and likes
girls. Well, I was pretty sure that I would never find another sexy,
special, hot, gay guy to be with for a long time, at least until college."

I nodded. I felt like that too!

"And then this happened. The way you were being all sexy tonight... I had a
feeling that you were into me. So, I had to be sure." he leaned
closer. "You are, into me, right? It's not just cuz I'm the only gay guy
who wants to fuck, right?"

I blushed at the words. But he was right. I wanted him. I had always
thought about what it would be like with him. Not just for.. this. But
yeah, I was into him. "Yeah, JJ, I like you. I mean, you. Not just the gay
guy part."

"I'm going to kiss you now, Dade." He leaned in without waiting for an
answer. His lips pressed to mine, his body collapsing slowly again into
me. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest. His tongue entered my
mouth, twirling around mine. He let go of my hands, opting to start
exploring my body. I felt him slide down my waist, sneaking between the
waistband of my shorts. His kissing was soft and steady, and I got used to
his motion very quickly. It was the first time I had french-kissed for
real, and I never wanted it to stop.

My own hands found it's way to him. I touched his sides. Then slid to his
back. Then, without thinking, my hands slid into his shorts, I could feel
his exposed ass, the lines of the jock angling around it. When I touched
him, he moaned into my mouth, breath escaping. "So hot," he said, pulling
away long enough to shift positions.

He sat up, leaving my lips and forcing me to open my eyes. I felt him pull
away, and soon, he was standing up next to the bed.

"What's..." I started. He put a finger to his lips to shh me, and slowly
pulled at his waist. I watched as he slid his shorts, and his jock, from
his waist, down over his hips, bending slightly to get them past his
knees. I was silent as I looked at him. He put a hand behind his head,
scratching his neck. He was waiting. He wanted me to say something.

He was perfect. As he stood there, weight on one foot, lightly angled on
the other, I took in every part of him. Like his brother, his blonde hair
fell into his face, covering those ocean-blue eyes. His jaw was more
developed, and it all sat on top of shoulders that were out of a
magazine. His frame was that of a swimmer, with definition but not too much
muscle. I scanned down further and saw him for the first time. He was
hard. It angled out and up, giving me full view of it. He was bigger than
me, but only in length. I could tell he had me by an inch. Out of reflex,
it pulsed, flicking up a bit. I could see a bead of liquid from the tip. I
looked into his eyes, and he blushed. He smiled. He chuckled. "He's happy
to see you," he said.

I kept looking at him. Into his eyes. I felt my face get hot, but I was
ready. Without looking away from him, locked to his eyes, my own hands slid
down to my waist. I raised my self up and in a single motion, I was
naked. My body was exposed, my 5" still rock hard.

He faltered a moment, his eyes flicking down to my body, to my hardness,
before re-aligning to me. "You're... incredibly hot." he breathed.

I didn't cover up. I didn't move. I looked him up and down again, and
simply replied. "Make love to me."

He took steps toward me. His body fell onto mine. Hands began roaming
everywhere. Our dicks pressed together, each testing the strength of each
other. I felt waves of pleasure as he touched me, caressed me, kissed me.

Soon, we had twisted, and I was on top of him. His hands, at my shoulders,
pulled my kisses from his neck, urging me lower. "Dade, go lower." he
moaned. I let his strong arms guide me down. I kissed his chest, then his
abs. I could feel the tip of his hard cock against my chin. "Suck it,
baby. Please,"

I fell to the side of him, and found myself hungry for him. Even though I
had not touched his 6" with my hands, I needed to have him in me. My tongue
touched him, the tip of his cock jerking from the sensation. A glob of
clear liquid came out, and without question, I took it into my mouth. Soon,
I was feeling his head on my tongue, then his shaft. My head twisted and I
began to bob on him, his body reacting. His hips arched a bit, and his
breath became sharp; I could feel his cock get harder with each inhale of
my throat. At this angle, I couldn't go deeper, so I felt JJ pull me from
him. At first, I worried I was doing something wrong. I asked him with my
eyes, and he responded. He pulled me to him, kissing me deeply.

His hands caressed my back, sliding to my ass, his fingers slipping across
my hole. While still deep in a kiss, he pulled me to my side, then used his
weight against me. I was soon on my back, and his kisses again trailed away
from my lips. I bit my lip as his tongue licked, then kissed, my neck. I
stifled a moan when his hand slid down to my waist, letting his body and
mouth follow. Without warning, his mouth slid down onto me. I bucked and
twisted, gasping for air. Never had I felt another engulf me. My body was
in shock as the warmth of his mouth circled my cock; I spasmed as he took
all of it in, massaging the shaft and twisting at the base. "Oh... god..."
I uttered.

He exhaled, a laugh from his throat. The vibration from that made me
shudder again. It was only when he pulled away, and my cock snapped back to
my stomach, did I start to breathe again. "You like that, huh?" He said,
pulling up to his haunches.

I gasped and nodded, "uh, yeah..."

But he wasn't done. I had barely began to breathe again before his mouth
swallowed me whole once again. My back began to arch, and my hips started
to pump automatically. I had no control of my hands as they reached to his
hair, trying to pull him in deeper. I couldn't stop as he twirled his
tongue on my shaft, and I couldn't let go as he lightly sucked at the
tip. He reached with his own hands to help release my grip, gentle but
firmly. I got the message, letting go, but the feeling and sensation of him
between my legs was so great. I wanted more.

"Pull your knees up to your chest," he directed, running his hands through
his messy hair, pulling from his face. I lifted my knees, and put both arms
through them. I didn't quite understand, because my cock was between them,
and he was going back down -

"OH MY GOD." I moaned. His tongue was against my hole now, and I could feel
the warm, wet, scratchy feeling against me. His hands pulled at my sides,
giving him more access, and in moments, I could feel him rimming the edge
of me. I had never felt anything like it. My eyes closed, and rolled
backwards inside my head. I gasped as he would push slightly in with his
tongue, then circle the edge with his finger.

"I'm going to make love to you, Dade." he breathed deep and low. I could
feel him alternating between his tongue on my hole, and his fingers rubbing
slowly. But then, he stopped. He sat up over me, reaching to his
nightstand, and pulled out a small bottle.

"Dade," he said, returning to his haunches. I still had my knees to my
chest, and I could feel myself coming down from euphoria.

"Uh huh?" I acknowledged, letting my legs relax. My feet came to rest on
the bed, tight against my butt. My cock had been ignored for the last 10
minutes, but it was still hard as ever. I was tempted to touch it, but he
was going to make love to me, and I wanted that more than anything.

"So, uhm," he paused, "I've only done this once, ya know. And, like, well,
it was more like, you know, done to ME, and not so much me doing it..."

I crunched my face a little. "I don't get it." I said.

"Yeah, so. I'm just saying," he stammered, "this is my first time too."

I sighed. Oh. "Oh, uh, good, then." To be honest, I was relieved.

"Like, it's not my FIRST time. But the first time, I was like, you. I took
it. So, now, you get to be me."

He stopped talking and kissed my neck. I could feel his heat again, and
when he leaned into me, his hard cock ground into mine. "Ready?" he asked.

I felt him pull at my shoulder, and he began to twist me around. Now on my
stomach, he began to straddle my legs with his own. I heard the top of the
bottle open, and a squish as some liquid, cool and wet, dripped to my
ass. "put your head on your hands, get comfortable," he urged.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, and so i did as he asked. My arms folded
under my head, and I turned toward the wall, seeing him hovering above
me. I closed my eyes as his hands slid up and down my shoulder blades, and
his cock found it's way between my legs, then my cheeks. I smiled as the
wet liquid lubed up his cock, and I could feel him begin to slide it
between me. He took a hand around is, and began to position it back and
forth, occasionally grazing between my legs, adding a soft tingle when he
his my hole. It was slicker than his tongue, and when he would graze it, my
ass would slightly raise. "Oh yeah, you want it, huh?" he growled. It was a
new voice, but it was sexy.

"You ready for it, baby?" he asked. "Dade?"

I nodded and murmured, "Yeah, JJ. I love this."

"Oh yeah," he said. His hand gripped his cock tighter, and i could feel him
sliding it against me harder. This time, it was getting closer to my hole,
and a couple times, it stopped and pushed a little. His left arm, once
holding him up along the side, now rest against my shoulders. The weight of
his body held me tight, and I could feel most of him pressed against me. "I
think I prepped you pretty well. I promise this won't hurt as much as it
did for me..."

My brain caught on to that last part and I started to squirm. "What do you
mean it won't hurt as-"

The world stopped as JJ's hard dick pushed against my hole. My eyes went
wide and my mouth went dry as the feeling of his raw dick pushed against
me, forcing me to let him in. The wind left me, keeping me silent, without
air, as the intense fire and pain of his shaft slid into me. The tightness
of my hole clamped and cramped, and I went blank as the pain cramped my
whole body. I locked in place, and nothing I could do would convince my
body to move. The weight of his body held me down, and I could feel his
hips against my ass. All of him was inside me. I twisted, but that only
made it hurt again, and I moaned into the pillow.

Tears fell from my face, and with breath, I realized I could talk. "Take it
out, it hurts it hurts, take it out,"

"I know, it hurts for a second," he said, not moving. "Just like with me, I
had to get it all the way in, so you can get used to it. I promise baby, it
will feel good by the end, I promise,"

I continued to beg, quietly. Please, I said. It hurts, I pleaded. But he
didn't move. He waited. He kept whispering, "Relax, Dade."

And I did. The glow of the digital clock next to me proved that time had
stood still, but when the minute turned, I began to focus on it. And soon,
I relaxed. Anothe minute went by, and JJ began to stroke my hair. "I can
feel you relaxing," he said. "You're ready."

He slowly began to shift his hips. I could feel his dick, still rock hard,
pull from my body, then glide back. Then again, pull, then glide. Soon, he
released my shoulders, put both fists to the bed, and hovered above me. His
hips began to pull away, and slide back, then away and back. Soon, he was
pushing harder into me, and pulling furter away. I began to feel a new
sensation. The pain that was tight around him faded. The rubbing of his
shaft inside me began to hit a place that felt good. He lowered himself
again, his chest on my back, and he whispered, "that's it. I felt you. You
like it now. This is it, Dade. This is it... love..."

He pulled his hands down to my hips and began to pump in and out harder. I
could feel his feet digging into the bed beside my legs, his hands now
holding y hips hard. "I'm gonna be a part of you Dade... you're gonna get
me inside you..." He pumped faster. "Dade, I want fill you up..." His chin
locked into my neck and his hands held my hips tight. "I'm gonna cum,
Dade... I'm gonna cum, Dade... I'm gonna cum, Dade... I'm I'm
I'm..... Arghhhhhh!!!"

His hips slammed into mine, and all of his cock filled me. I could feel the
pulsing of him as he locked his body, each pump making him shiver just a
little. He was cumming, I could feel it. His hands began to loosen from my
waist, and his head lifted. "Oh, god," he groaned.

I could feel the sweat between us now cooling on my back as he pulled away
from my body. His cock, still inside me, was getting softer, and my body
instinctively began to contract around him. "Oh, sensitive," he whispered,
pulling out of me. When he did so, I felt as if my stomach had been pulled
with him. I immediately curled up a bit, my own dick soft.

He curled up beside me, his arms wrapping around mine, surrounding my
chest. "Thank you, Dade," he whispered, "I wanted you so much."

In that moment, I felt incredibly warm. His touch, so gentle, and strong. I
felt perfect. My dick, having nothing but sex on it's mind, reminded me
that I was no longer a virgin. JJ had sucked me. Fucked me. he had planted
himself and his seed, inside me. I began to get hard again. It didn't go
unnoticed, as it began to tap JJ's clasped hands at my waist.

"Oh, he's alive!" JJ mused. He rolled me slowly to my back. His mouth met
mine, and his eyes locked into me. We kissed, eyes open, for a moment. He
pulled slowly away, still matching my gaze. In moments, and without words,
his mouth slid onto my hardness, down and deep on my shaft. I couldn't keep
lock as I gasped. JJ began to suck me, deep and fast. His finger found it's
way to my backside, and my still lubed hole let him slip around easily. He
played with my hole and pumped his lips on my cock until I could handle it
no more. "JJ... I'm.... I'm..."

He didn't stop. My cum shot off like a rifle into his mouth, a night's full
of foreplay and sex and lust firing all barrels into his mouth. He went
deeper, my last few pumps falling directly down his throat. My hips took
control, and as he pulled up, they pushed harder, keeping him around my
shaft. I was like a fiend, and my hands forced themselves to his head,
until the last pump was fired.

I released him immediately, and he came up for air. "Damn, you cum a lot!"
he said, his voice a bit raggled. "You made me go so deep, dude, I had to
swallow it."

I blushed a bit, my chest still heaving. "Sorry..."

He shook his head. "No, it was good. Just an observation. You're a hot
fucker."

He collapsed next to me, and in our sticky hot mess, we fell asleep.

"What the hell!" I heard from JJ. He had pulled away from our sleepy
embrace, and was clawing out of the bed. I opened my eyes to see Brian at
the door, laughing, a polaroid in his hand.

"Just wanted a little blackmail!" he laughed, backing away as JJ slipped on
his blanket. In no time, JJ had Brian in his clutches, but the photo had
slipped from his hands to the floor.

"Dude, not cool!" I added, sliding to pick up the under-developed photo. I
looked and saw that it was daylight.

Brian continued to laugh. I realized, he was the only one with clothes on -
JJ and I had fallen asleep naked. "I'm just kidding, James, JEEEZ. You can
have the photo. A memory of all the 'Oh god oh gods' I had to hear last
night!"

JJ let go of Brian's shirt, pushing him to the wall, and picked up his
shorts. As he put them on, I blushed at the memory. "Were we... loud?" I
asked.

Brian leaned at the door, then flicked me a pair of my other shorts from
his room. "A little, but Dad didn't come home, so it's all good."

He watched us as we got dressed, and we followed him out of the room into
the kitchen. He pulled out the milk and cereal and we sat to a normal
breakfast.

He chewed a bit, then looked at his brother. "James," he asked. "You guys a
thing now? Or like, was that just a thing?"

I looked into my bowl. I couldn't look at JJ - I needed him to say what he
wanted to. "Yeah, I'm not gonna shout it on a rooftop, but yeah. Dade's my
boyfriend. If he wants."

I smirked. In 24 hours, I went from a virgin, with a crush on a straight
guy, to a boyfriend, with...well, with an awesome tongue. "Yeah, I mean,
sure. I want that." I said. I looked over at JJ, who smiled back. "Yeah,
definitely."

More silence as we slurped some milk from the bowl. As JJ took the bowls
into the dishwasher, Brian spoke up again. "So, uh, JJ..."

"Yes, Brian?" he was annoyed.

"Did you get to do that thing?" he asked, a grin on his face telling a
larger story, "You know..."

"No idea what you are talking about, bro." he replied. Now I was curious.

"Fine." He turned to me. "Dade, last year my brother met a guy at Camp
Hipomowatte, and he said that the guy put his dick up his butt,"

I blinked. JJ stopped moving.

"And that it hurt, but he really liked it and wanted to try it,"

"Brian," JJ urged, "Shut up."

But he didn't. "I told him I wouldn't do it, so I was wondering if he did
it to you?"

JJ slammed the dishwasher. "None of your business, jerk! Don't ask shit
like that."

I looked over at JJ who was blushing hard, and angry. I looked at Brian who
was now embarrassed. It occurred to me then, that they were the two most
important people in my life.

"Brian is my best friend," I muttered, quietly. They both looked over to
me. "And you, are now my.. boy.. boyfriend."

I cleared my throat.

"Between the two of you, I have nothing to hide, right?" they both
nodded. "Brian, yeah. He made love to me. That means he had his dick inside
me. And he wasn't lying. It hurt. A lot. And it took a while, you know, to
not hurt. But. It did get better. And it felt like, really awesome. Brian,
it almost made me shoot without touching myself."

JJ's mouth had opened, and now he was gaping. Brian, my best friend,
started to crack up. "Amaze-balls. You guys. This is so cool. I'm so glad
you could find a way to use your dicks! Ha!"

We all started laughing about that, and over the course of the weekend,
things went back to normal. Well, almost. Brian got to sleep in JJ's room a
lot more, because, well, JJ started to sleep over at my house a lot
more. Of course, my mom was concerned, but there was no way she would ask
if we were doing anything, so, it just became normal.

-- 3 years later --

JJ and I stopped dating when he went to college, and Brian and I kept on as
best friends. Of course, now that we were in high school, Brian was dating
a lot more, and I, well, I was lonely. He tried to help, offering to let me
blow him again, but he knew I had more than that with JJ. It just wasn't
the same, being a one-way thing. Of course, I still blew him once in a
while, and he'd look at penthouse or something as I did it. But it wasn't
enough.

"Come on," I pleaded.

"Look man, I'm not into it, ok? Semen makes me gag, and I don't want to
blow a dude. I mean, I give you what I can." Brian retorted.

"Argh, I'm gonna go insane." I stomped. We were in my room, and I had just
given Brian a blowjob, and again, he wouldn't even consider trying to suck
me.

"Look, can't you just.. pretend... with a girl?" I rolled my eyes as his
words came out.

"Just like you can't suck a guy, I can't pretend with a girl, ok?" I
replied.

"Well, then... what can we do. I just can't actively suck on a cock. I just
can't." he pleaded.

My eyes lit up. I had an idea. "Sure, sure, Brian. I know. I won't ask it
again. But," I ventured, "can you just lay on your stomach?"

He sat up from his chair and pulled his shorts back up. "What, do you
mean?"

I smiled. "Well, with JJ, before I started topping him too, we used to play
a little massage game. See, he'd lay on his stomach, and I would just rub
against him..."

"No, no." he said.

"But dude, you don't have to even do anything! It's like a massage. I mean,
it's not a blowjob. You dont even have to LOOK."

"A massage?" Brian was thinking. I could see the wheels turning. "Does this
include a real shoulder and back massage? Cuz then, it would just be a dude
helping me loosen up."

I nodded, and smiled. "Of course. Just to loosen you up..."


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