Home Run by Russell S. Phillip and Luke had grown up together, gone to school together, and had now finished their senior season of baseball together. Fast friends, they complemented each other both on and off the field. Phillip was one of the starting pitchers for the team and Luke was the starting catcher. Phillip was tall, muscular, tan, with blond hair he cut short during the ball season, but let grow out to his shoulders during the rest of the year. Luke had dark, medium length hair, was slightly shorter than Phillip, but just as muscular and tan. They trained together in the workout room at school during their high school years and the time had been well spent. Both boys got looks from girls and guys admiring their builds. Together, they loved to show off at the public pool during the summer months. Tonight, they were together, as usual, after playing the last game in their last season at Carthage High. The game had been lost, and both of them were feeling depressed about not winning the final contest. They rode the bus back to the school, got into Luke's car for the drive to his house where Phillip was to stay the night. It was Friday, so they knew the weekend could be used to get over their disappointment. What Phillip didn't know was that Luke had made plans of his own for both of them. As they cruised along towards Luke's house on the other side of town, Phillip finally spoke after a long silence. "Man, I wanted to win that game," he said to no one in particular. "I know," said Luke, "but you'll get over it. I promise." After another moment Luke decided to start laying the groundwork for his plan. "Oh, hey, Philly, I forgot to tell you," he started, "my mom and dad are gone for the whole weekend. They left town right after the game to drive up to my aunt's house. We got the whole place to ourselves." Phillip quickly brightened up. He knew they could mess around with the beer and watch porn videos without Luke's parents in the way. "Cool," he answered, grinning widely. Luke had changed Phillip's mood quickly with the news, now he could advance his plan further once they got to the house. Two minutes later they pulled into the driveway. The boys gathered their bags out of the car and went inside. Luke's mother had left some food for them on the kitchen counter with instructions for the weekend. Ignoring the notes, they both picked up forks and began eating directly from the cassarole dish. Making small talk while they ate, Luke and Phil went over the game and other highlights from the past year. Joking and laughing together only made Luke more determined to see his plan work. During the past year he had made a decision in his life. After going through the motions for the last five years, (talking about girls, dating girls, even having sex with one girl who had practically forced her way into his pants) Luke knew now that he was more attracted to guys. One guy in particular, standing across the counter eating his mom's cassarole. He wanted Phillip to know what he felt for him. But he couldn't just shout out his desires about his best friend. He didn't know how Phillip would react. They talked about sex all the time, but it always included whatever girls they had taken out the night before. Luke, of course, had exaggerated his sexual exploits when quizzed by Phillip. Phillip would then regale Luke with stories of how big his date's tits were, how wet her pussy was. He claimed once to have gotten the Baptist minister's daughter to give him head in the living room of her house after her parents had gone to bed, leaving the two "love birds" alone. Luke doubted the story, but had never challenged Phillip's version of it. The two boys finished eating and moved into the basement after grabbing two of Luke's dad's beers out of the fridge. They would be careful and replace all they drank before his parents got home Sunday night. The basement had been converted into Luke's bedroom after he started high school. Over the years he had carefully arranged his stuff to make it truly his own space. He even went so far as to convince his mom not to clean it or even go in it. He took care of all his own cleaning and laundry. His dad respected his privacy and always knocked before coming in, otherwise, he never entered the basement either. After a while, Luke grew comfortable knowing his parents would never invade his territory uninvited. He began to sleep naked, and masturbated openly whenever he was in his room. He would sometimes come home from school, strip naked and just lay around watching TV or reading until he had to dress to go back upstairs for dinner. Afterwards, he would return to his sanctuary and again relieve himself of his clothing for the rest of evening. Most recently, he had begun to search for gay porn on the Internet, which he found in abundance. This only fueled his desires to actually get in contact with another live male. His jack-off sessions would temporarily relieve his tension, but soon after, his mind would wander back to fantasies about being with a guy. Sucking another guy's hard cock, getting fucked. Finally, he decided the best way would be through Phillip. He could slowly approach Phillip, his best friend for ten years, and even if Phil didn't want to try anything, at least he would probably be sensitive enough not to tell anyone about what happened. In Luke's room, both boys pulled off their shoes. Luke removed his socks, too. Walking to the TV, Phillip turned on the set and the VCR. "What you want to watch, Luke?" he asked. Luke had gone into his bathroom and was standing at the toilet letting a strong stream splatter in the bowl when he heard his buddy's question. He pulled on his dick a couple of times, but forced himself to stop before he grew into full erection. Stuffing his dick back into his pants, he answered, "Look under the bed. I got something you might enjoy." Phil went to the full-size bed and peered under. A box containing the video collection Luke had assembled over the last few years was underneath. Phil pulled out the box, and right on top was a new fuck film. Tearing open the cellophane wrapper, he quickly loaded the cartride into the VCR. The machine whirred to life and momentarily the opening FBI warning filled the screen of the television. "Come on, man," Phillip hollered at his friend. "You're going to miss the beginning." Luke returned from the bathroom with a noticible bulge in his jeans, but Phillip was staring at the TV waiting for the tape to get started. Sitting on the small couch opposite the TV, both boys got comfortable as they took interest in what was going on within the dirty movie. In reality, Luke was taking his interest in what Phillip's reactions were to the sex beginning to take shape on screen. Luke had picked this tape specifically because he had read that it contained a scene with two guys together. None of the tapes he and Phillip had seen before had ever gone into anything other than guy/girl sex. This was part of Luke's plan. Get Phillip real horny, then plant some new ideas in his head. "It's kind of hot in here," said Luke as he pulled off his shirt. Phillip took no notice. He had seen Luke buck naked a thousand times in the locker room. Besides, the first hardcore scene was starting to unfold on the video. Luke stared at Phil's basket as Phil stared at the video. A large breasted woman was taking it doggy-style from a rather unattractive guy with only an average dick. "Look at those tits swing!" Phil laughed. Luke looked at the scene and found nothing interesting. Phil's lap, however, was showing promise. A firm bulge was forming between his legs. Every so often, Phil would absent-mindedly grab his crotch trying to get his goodies realigned into a more comfortable position. Luke's mouth was getting dry. He grabbed his beer from the end table and finished it off. "My back is kinda sore, man. How's your shoulder from pitching five innings?" he asked Phillip. "What? I didn't hear you," replied Phillip. "How is your shoulder?" Luke repeated. "Kind of tender," answered Phillip, still staring at the video, now with the couple in a new position, but doing the same thing. Luke reached over to Phillip and gently gripped the shoulder of his pitching arm. He began to rub it slowly in a circular motion. Phillip had let Luke work out the kinks in his shoulders before, so the contact was not unexpected. "Move down onto the floor so I can do this right," Luke directed. "And take off your shirt." Phillip complied, still blankly watching the couple fuck and moan on the TV. Now naked from the waist up, and sitting on the floor between Luke's legs, Phillip was playing right into Luke's hands. Literally. Luke rubbed his hands over Phillip's bare shoulders and down his back, kneading the firm, muscular flesh as it responded to his touch. Leaning forward, Luke could look right down onto Phil's cock, now fully hard under his jeans. Luke was having the same reaction, but not because of the movie. He swallowed hard and continued to work on Phillip's upper body. For half an hour Luke continued to run his hands over Phillip as they sat and watched the fuck film. By now a second couple had come on, sucked, fucked, and gone on their way. Luke began to get bored and was hoping that the promised gay seen would come on soon. The next scene began as the last two had, with a guy and a girl together talking. They were at a bar and it looked like the guy was trying to pick up the girl. She shook her head "no" and walked out of the scene. The remaining guy looked frustrated. Suddenly a second guy walked up and began talking to the first guy. There was no audio of their conversation, just cheesey porno music playing. You could tell from the body language, though, that the new guy was coming onto the first guy. They apparently agreed to go home together, because the first guy, being rejected by the woman, was still horny and just wanted to get off. Suddenly, Phillip broke the silence. "I think those two guys are going to do it. Oh, shit! That faggot is going to suck that guy's dick!" Luke continued his backrub. "Oh, man, look at that! I never would have guessed that guy was a fairy," said Phillip. Luke didn't like those words, but said nothing. He didn't think of himself as a "faggot" or a "fairy." He just knew what he thought would satisfy him. Phillip continued to watch the movie. Luke noticed that Phillip's hard-on didn't go down during the continued sex play between the two men. By now the scene had changed to the two men completely naked, one sucking the other's cock. "I have never seen anything like that," imparted Phillip. Luke finally spoke. "It's probably just like a girl's mouth. I don't think you could tell a guy from a girl just by their mouths." Phillip had calmed down from his initial excitement over the gay sex he was witnessing. Luke decided now was as good a time as any to try the next trick up his sleeve. He continued to rub Phillip's shoulders, but would move his hands down the front of his chest ever so slightly. Phillip didn't seem to notice at first. Luke moved his hands a little lower, rubbing Phillip's firm pectoral muscles. Luke swallowed hard again and went for broke. Leaning over, he reached down and stroked Phillip's nipples. First the right, then the left. Suddenly, Phillip tensed up. Luke teased his nipples again. "What are you doing, Luke?" Phillip said quietly, not knowing how to react to this new twist on the old shoulder rub. "Just relax," said Luke, whispering into Phillip's ear. He continued his assault on Phillip's chest. The nipples immediately swelled into hard points. Phillip asked again, more firmly, "What are you doing, Luke?" He reached up and grabbed Luke's right hand pulling it away from his chest. Luke voluntarily moved his left hand away, too. "I thought you might like it," Luke answered softly. Phillip abruptly stood up and looked at Luke. His face had a threatening look on it, like he was trying to decide whether to punch Luke in the face. Luke stood up as well. Embarrassed, he was trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. His eyes became cloudy and wet. He was afraid he was going to cry. "I'm sorry," Luke finally managed to say, barely able to keep from sobbing. He turned away from his friend and ran into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind him. Luke sat in the dark bathroom wishing he could just disappear. What had he done? His best friend ever was out there wondering what kind of freak was hiding in the bathroom. Their friendship would be over, and Luke would be left alone. All he wanted was to be closer to Phillip, to let him know what he meant to him, to maybe do some of the things Luke was curious about. But now, Luke was sure he had ruined his life. Phillip hadn't reacted at all like Luke thought he would. He was angry that Luke had tried to mess with him that way. Luke sat for an unknown amount of time not knowing what to do. After a while he realized he could no longer hear the music from the video. He wondered if Phillip had gone home. He couldn't blame him for not wanting to stay in the same room with the pervert he thought was his friend all these years. After a few more minutes Luke was sure Phillip must have left. He didn't hear anything at all. He decided to just go to bed and hope he wouldn't wake up tomorrow. He opened the bathroom door and stepped into the dark basement room. The only light now came from a small nightlight plugged in above the stairs. Luke moved towards the bed and sat down. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, still wet from the tears. Looking up, he suddenly realized Phillip was still there. Sitting on the couch in the dark was Phillip, watching Luke from across the room. "I thought you had gone home," Luke said. "You probably don't want to be here." Phillip didn't answer. Luke continued, deciding the situation couldn't get any worse. "I'm sorry for doing that stuff, and I'm sorry about the video, and right now I'm sorry you even know who I am. I just fucked up my whole life, and for what? Some stupid idea that I could get you to love me. I wanted you so bad, I let my feelings take over, thinking that all I had to do was make you feel good and you would want me like I want you. I'm a fairy. I'm a queer. I'm a faggot. I know you hate me." After Luke finished punishing himself, Phillip spoke to him quietly. "I don't hate you. I'm still your friend. I just don't understand. Why didn't you just tell me?" "I'm not sure I understand either," replied Luke. "I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just tell you that I thought I loved you." "But you thought it was OK to try and trick me into sex?" asked Phillip. Luke didn't say anything. He was embarrassed all over again. He stood up and moved toward the bathroom again. This time, Phillip was up blocking the door. "No, Luke," he said, "we have to talk about this. You can't just hide. You can't go back pretending with me any more." Luke stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his head hanging down. He was trying to hold everything in. Phillip could tell Luke was suffering under the burden of a thousand flashes of conflicting emotion. He didn't know how to help his friend. He didn't know anything to say. He needed to do something. He cautiously reached out his hand and placed it on the back of Luke's neck. Phillip could feel Luke shaking. Luke was having a hard time now holding back the tears. "It's OK," assured Phillip. He pulled Luke to him in the dark, wrapping his arms around the young man. Luke leaned into Phillip's chest and began to cry. About two hours later Phillip snapped to attention, realizing where he was. During Luke's emotional episode earlier, Phillip had moved them over to the bed and sat down, still holding Luke in a tight embrace. Apparently, both boys had fallen asleep somewhere along the way. Phillip was leaning back against the headboard with Luke laying next to him and his arm draped over Phillip's chest. Luke was still asleep. Phillip looked over the body of his friend. He looked so young and innocent. Phillip had not meant to hurt him. He was just so surprised when Luke came on to him, he reacted without thinking of who he was confronting. He and Luke had done everything together, so he figured it was natural for Luke to think they could have sex together as well. Phillip had a hundred thoughts running through his head all at the same time. What would the other guys think if they knew what was going on? He wasn't sure they would even find Phillip's comforting of Luke acceptable. Phillip was very confused. He was embarrassed about being here with Luke practically laying on top of him, but he also found the presence of the young man comforting, as well. He had never admitted it to any of his buddies, but he always enjoyed sitting and holding a girl next to him, whether or not they had had sex. He liked the feeling of just being close. Now he was getting the same good feelings from holding Luke. Just then Luke made a small noise and moved slightly. His arm dropped lower onto Phillip's stomach. The closeness of Luke's hand to Phillip's dick was getting Phillip aroused. He didn't want to get hard, not now. Luke could wake up and think that Phillip had changed his mind, when in reality, Phillip didn't know what to think. But his dick had a mind of its own, as they tend to do at eighteen. Try as he might to stop it, Phillip's dick grew full and hard in his jeans. His crotch became uncomfortably confined within the tight denim. He wanted to rearrange his package, but Luke's arm was right in the way. He didn't want to wake Luke just to reposition his dick so he closed his eyes again. He let himself dwell on the good feelings he was getting from Luke snuggled up so close. His dick stayed hard as rock while he fell asleep in Luke's arms. Luke stirred in his sleep, slowly waking from the best dream he had had in a long time. Phillip was in bed with him and they had become lovers. Now Luke was holding Phillip in the afterglow of a great fuck. All of a sudden it hit Luke like a slap in the face. He was holding Phillip, but only because Phillip had taken pity on him instead of running out earlier that night. Luke sat up in bed looking back at Phillip laying there so peacefully. Why hadn't Luke kept his mouth shut and left everything exactly like it was? Luke moved off the end of the bed and went into the bathroom. He felt like the biggest fool on Earth. Phillip would never love me, he thought to himself. He only likes girls. Luke proceeded to wash his face. His eyelids were sticky from dried tears. The warm water felt good on his skin. He wanted to stand there and wash away the whole night and start over. Maybe Phillip meant what he said. He was still Luke's friend. Luke dried his hands and face then returned to the bedroom. Phillip was now awake, too. The two boys looked at each other, illuminated only by the nightlight. The dull beam removed the details from their faces, but they stared directly at each other. Luke was afraid to return to the bed where Phillip was still sitting against the headboard. "Luke, come over here," Phillip finally asked. "We have to talk some more. I don't want there to be any bad feelings between us." Luke timidly sat back onto the bed. Looking away from Phillip he said, "I don't know what there is to talk about. I told you before, I thought I wanted you for more than a friend, but you made it perfectly clear that you don't want that at all." "I didn't say anything like that," replied Phillip. "At this point I'm not sure what I want." He hesitated for a moment then continued. "Luke, I need you to tell me exactly what you want from me, or I can't help you. I don't know what to do." Luke turned toward Phillip, looking directly at him. "You want to know what I want? OK, I'll tell you." Luke decided he couldn't go on any longer hiding the truth, not from the person he trusted more than anyone else. "I wanted...," Luke stopped to gather his courage, "I wanted you to be my lover. I wanted you to make love to me the way you always talk about making love to your girlfriends." Luke stared back across the room again, embarrassed about what he just said. Phillip thought about his girlfriends and how he always got so horny with them, but most wouldn't do the things Phillip wanted to do. His sexual experience had been mostly bragging. Now, here was someone who genuinely wanted to have sex with him, but it was a guy. "I don't know if I can be every thing you want, Luke," said Phillip. He was now recalling some of the things Luke had said earlier. Could you tell a girl's mouth from a guy's mouth? Was fucking a guy about the same as fucking a girl? The sex thoughts began to work on Phillip. Suddenly, he was seeing himself having sex, but he couldn't tell whether his partner was a guy or a girl. It was just his body driving him towards cumming. The hole didn't matter as long as his dick could fuck it. His little dream ended when Luke spoke again. "I'm so frustrated lately, I wanted to see if I could do something about it. I thought you would help me." Phillip could hear the regret, but also the longing, in Luke's voice. Phillip had to make a decision. He could either push Luke away forever, or try to make him feel better. Phillip leaned toward Luke and put his arm around Luke's neck. "OK." Luke wasn't sure at first what Phillip meant. He turned and looked into Phillip's eyes. He could tell his friend had made a decision, but what that decision was he didn't know. Phillip usually was the dominate one of the pair, and Luke knew when Phillip made up his mind about something there was little he could do to change it. "I'll help you," explained Phillip. "You have to promise you will never say anything to anybody about doing this. I don't want people to think anything bad about us together. It has to stay absolutely private." "I won't ever tell anyone, I promise," Luke said quickly. He couldn't believe what Phillip was saying. After everything else that had happened, he was giving in to Luke's desire. "You can do anything you want, but if I say stop, you have to stop right then. I'm still not sure this is the right thing, but I can see you want it as bad as I do sometimes," Phillip instructed. "What do you want to do first?" Luke thought a minute. "I, um,...I..." Luke sputtered, embarrassed again. "Come on, man," Phillip pestered, "just say it." "I want to suck your cock," Luke blurted. Now it was Phillip's turn to be embarrassed. If the lights had been on, Luke would have seen Phillip's face turn bright red. "This is your fantasy. Tell me what to do," Phillip said. He couldn't believe what was about to happen. Luke moved toward him, pushing against his chest. "Lean back against the bed and let me do all the work," directed Luke. Luke was beginning to realize just what an opportunity this was. He decided to make the best of it. "Try to get comfortable," Luke said. "Close your eyes and let yourself get into it." Phillip did as instucted, moving down the bed and laying his head on the pillow. Luke then began to live out his dream. Taking Phillip's feet one at a time, he pulled off the white socks, running his fingers over the soles and toes. "That tickles," Phillip giggled. "Good," Luke replied, smiling. He then bent down and ran his tongue over the tops of both feet. Phillip's toes curled and his dick jumped in his pants. "Let's get these out of the way," Luke continued, pulling Phillip's jeans open. He grabbed the waist firmly and tugged. Phillip lifted his butt off the bed slightly in assistance and the garment was pushed down his thighs, then pulled completely off. Laying there in only his jockeys, Phillip felt vulnerable, but highly aroused. The next thing he felt was Luke's breath on his legs, slowly moving upwards. Phillip's cock was fast approaching full erection. Luke chewed into the material surrounding Phillip's balls, making the hard cock pulse. The head was beginning to appear above the waistband. Luke hooked his fingers over the elastic and rolled the cotton briefs down Phillip's engorged cock. He slowly pushed them down the legs and off onto the floor. Now naked, Phillip was becoming more and more excited. It no longer mattered who was pleasuring him, so long as it continued. Luke was drooling at the sight of the long, thick tool before him. He could wait no longer and moved directly over his buddy's cock. Taking it at the base with his hand, he pulled it up to his lips and took a deep breath. "Thank you," he whispered to Phillip, then took the hot flesh into his mouth. Phillip sighed loudly as the pressure from Luke's mouth encircled his cock. He hadn't realized how horny he had become until this moment. The feelings were better than he ever imagined. He tightened his stomach and squirmed on the bed as Luke licked up and down the length of his cock. He had told all the guys at school that having his dick sucked was the best, but that had been a lie. It had never happened until now, and he was consumed by the pleasure. Luke was sucking almost all the way down now. The wet slurping sounds were driving Phillip crazy, and knowing his best friend was making him feel this way only made it better. Suddenly Luke stopped and moved up Phillip's chest, licking and sucking as he went. When Luke came to Phillip's nipples he started where he had left off hours before. He pinched, licked and sucked them into hard points, making Phillip wiggle on the bed as he tried to keep Luke in constant contact with his flesh. "Go back on my dick," Phillip told Luke, pushing against his head. "I want to feel your mouth again." "Does it feel good?" asked Luke, teasing Phillip. "Are you sure?" "Oh, god, yes," was Phillip's response. "Suck my cock. Please." Luke was fascinated by Phillip's response to his blowjob. He was feeling very proud of himself knowing he could give this kind of pleasure to another guy. Luke immediately took the object of his desire back into the depths of his mouth, sucking harder than before. He wanted Phillip to go all the way and cum inside him. He wanted to taste the juice as it shot from Phillip's balls, the ultimate gift Luke could received from his best friend. Using his mouth and hands together, Luke went into overdrive. Slurping, sucking, and jacking Phillip's cock like a demon. Phillip was whining and jerking his head side to side, lost under the waves of pleasure rippling out from the center of his body. Within seconds, Phillip screamed out, "LUKE! I'M GONNA CUM!" Luke drove his mouth down Phillip's cock until he could feel the hair tickle his nose. Creating as tight a seal with his lips as he could, he sucked one, long, last time then felt the flood of jizz pouring out of Phillip's hot meat. With each blast Phillip yelled, "Oh, fuck!", and it seemed to Luke he must have yelled a dozen times. The load of sperm kept gushing until Luke gagged slightly and the precious liquid oozed out from around his lips dripping into Phillip's thick, blond bush. Luke, still sucking, looked up at Phillip and watched the young man lay back against the pillow as his orgasm faded away. Luke let Phillip's cock slide out of his mouth and pulled himself up onto Phillip's chest. Again, he began the oral worship of the magnificent muscled chest of his team mate and friend. Luke humped his wet, hard cock against Phillip's stomach, feeling the muscles underneath react to his plunging organ. He held Phillip tightly and ground his dick into the flesh below him faster and faster. Luke's orgasm started abruptly and hot blasts of cum shot between the boys' chests and stomachs adding to the slick layer of sweat they had generated. They lay together, Luke on top, occasionally kissing Phillip's chest and neck while they each caught their breath. Luke looked up toward Phillip's face to find Phillip already staring back at him. Phillip wrapped his arms around his buddy's back holding him tightly. Luke smiled at his friend and new lover, secure in knowing he had not lost Phillip after all. Luke rolled off of Phillip's chest onto the bed, the exposed load of cum mixed with sweat feeling cold as the air hit it. Both boys were a sweaty, cummy, smelly mess, but Luke wasn't satisfied yet. If anything, the smell of their previous sex only made him more excited. Moving up even with Phillip on the bed, Luke leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Philly, I want you to fuck me." Phillip's eyes widened and he looked at Luke's expression. Luke wanted it bad, he could tell. "Are you sure, man? I don't want to hurt you," said Phillip in a concerned voice. He had never considered getting fucked himself, and he didn't think shoving something the size of his cock up his ass would feel good. "You won't hurt me, silly. I know what to do," said Luke. Jumping up from the bed Luke went into the bathroom and came back with a small tub of lubricant. "If we use this, your dick will go right in. Besides, I have been practicing with my fingers, see?" As Phillip watched, Luke dabbed his middle finger into the tub. Bending over with his ass towards Phillip, Luke ran his finger around the puckered ring of his rosebud. After a few swipes of his finger, Luke pushed it right up his ass clear to his hand. Luke moaned at the invasion. "Jesus," Phillip said, "you have been practicing. But my dick is a lot bigger than your finger." "I certainly hope so," said Luke, grinning wickedly. He had lived for this time for months, ever since he had come to terms with his homosexuality. He was about to bust his cherry ass, and Phillip's fine cock was going to do it for him. "Move down there," Luke instructed, pointing to the end of the bed. Phillip crawled down the bed, then Luke took his place at the head, kneeling towards the headboard. "Do you want me to lube your cock for you?" asked Luke. He had already started to add more lube to his own hole. Phillip was getting hard again watching Luke work on his ass. "Sure, go ahead," he answered. Luke turned slightly, looking at the cock about to break him in. It was even more splendid than he remembered from their suck session just minutes before. Taking a liberal amount of the slimy jell, he wrapped his hand around Phillip's dick and twisted it back and forth over the swelling head and thick shaft. "I'm really going to love this, Philly," said Luke, looking into Phillip's eyes, "and I think you will too." Bending over at the waist, Luke looked back at Phillip one more time. "OK. Now fuck me." Phillip moved in between Luke's legs. His cock was pounding with excitement. He placed his hands onto Luke's muscled back feeling the ribs just under the skin. In the dim light and with no experience, Phillip was having a difficult time. After a couple of tries, he cursed, "Goddamit, I can't find your hole." Luke laughed at his friend's frustration. "Spread my ass open and use your fingers. Then guide your dick in," Luke directed. Phillip pulled the finely haired cheeks apart and began probing. Following the trail of lube he pushed a digit into the center of a large wet spot, sinking in to the first knuckle. "Bingo!" said Phillip, very pleased with himself. Holding one hand in place against Luke's butt, he took his cock in the other hand and took aim. This time the head made direct contact and slid in about half an inch. "God, you're tight," he told Luke. "This ought to be great." Phillip began to push his hips forward. The warmth of Luke's interior began to swallowed his slick cock. Luke began making little whimpering noises as the invasion continued. "Go slow, but keep going. Let me get used to the size," he begged. Phillip took this opportunity to pull out a little bit, then push back, sliding in over half way. "Ah!" squealed Luke. Phillip was too determined now to stop for very long. After a few seconds he shoved harder and another couple of inches were buried up Luke's hot asshole. Phillip began to work on a rhythm. In, out, in, out, then way in, way out. The feelings running through his cock were beyond belief. Luke's ass was better than any pussy he had every fucked. He had often wondered why those girls had felt so stretched out. Maybe they were just sluts and their cunts were just fucked too much. But this hole, Luke's hole, was milking his dick like a machine. The sensations were getting to him now. Luke had started to pant in between an occasional deep breath and Phillip couldn't tell if it was good for Luke or not. "Is it OK, Luke? Do you want me stop?" inquired Phillip. Even as he said it, he wasn't sure he could stop. "Don't you dare stop! Keep fucking me. It doesn't hurt," Luke demanded. Actually, Phillip's cock was more than Luke had anticipated. The initial pain was going away, however, and with each thrust the nerves in his ass were responding with more pleasure. Luke lowered his head down against the mattress, leaning on his elbows. In low whispers, Phillip could hear Luke talking to himself. "Yeah, fuck me! Take my cherry, use my ass. Fuck me, Philly." Phillip started moving harder against the pressure of Luke pushing back. His pubes were brushing Luke's cheeks with each inward thrust, and all but the head of his cock was pulled out with each withdrawal. The two young men were into a full-blown fuck, each taking his pleasure from the other. Phillip speeded up his movement. Luke sensed his lover was getting close. "Philly, stop. I want to see your face when you cum." Phillip reluctantly slowed and Luke pulled away. They separated with a small pop. Luke rolled over and pulled his legs back, exposing his ass once again. Phillip quickly pushed his cock back in and started his climb back to orgasm. It didn't take long. In this position, Luke was running his hands over Phillip's chest, sides, and stomach. He started stroking his own dick, too. Phillip was lost in the moment, his only goal now to deposit his load up Luke's ass. Luke started to utter encouragement. "Come on, Philly, shoot your cum up my ass. I want you inside me. Do it, cum in me!" That was all it took. Phillip didn't announce his orgasm, but Luke could tell by the look on Phillip's face and the straining of his muscles that he was cumming. Luke thought he could feel the jizz splatter against the walls of his asshole adding to the great fuck he was getting. He pounded his own dick with fury, and when he blew, cum flew out over everything. Luke's hair, his chest, sheets, pillow, and even Phillip, had droplets of cum sticking to them. It was by far the best orgasm Luke had ever had. Total immersion in the feelings rolling through his body. He had Phillip close by to hold while they came down from their sexual high together. After a couple of minutes, Phillip pulled his dick out of his best friend's ass. It had been, without a doubt, the best sex Phillip could ever remember. Maybe it was because of Luke, he thought. A partner that really loves you makes all the difference. Phillip layed next to Luke on the bed, placing his hand on Luke's chest. He could feel the still-rapid heartbeat within his lover. Phillip moved closer to Luke and snuggled up to him, wanting to be close. This would become Luke and Phillip's special time. The afterglow of a great fuck. They hadn't won the last game of their lives, but in the first game of their new lives, they had both hit home runs. Comments? russells@flash.net Also see "Need It" at nifty/gay/college, my first erotic story.