November 25, 1994
Thanksgiving was yesterday, and my parents had my aunt, uncle, and grandma over for the big meal. We had the entire week off school, and I wasn’t sure what Eric or any of the others were up to. Though we never really talked about it directly, Eric and I seemed to be on a constant lookout for ways to spend time alone together. Of course, before the break we saw each other at school all the time, but that was different — we were all-business at our table, even though we looked at each other with an undercurrent of … well, we weren’t sure what it was. All we knew is that we had done some stuff together, and we wanted to do more.
Unlike so many other of our friends, we didn’t call each other much on the phone. I mean, when someone was sick, they’d call for the homework or whatever, but it seemed like a lot of kids our age spent the entire afternoon on the phone with their friends. So I was a little surprised when I heard my mom yell from downstairs saying Cory was on the phone for me.
“Cory?” I asked my mom as she held out the receiver, her palm covering the talky part.
She nodded, smiling. “He sounds excited about something.”
I took the receiver from my mom. “Hi Cory,” I said.
“Bobby, you have to come over. My parents and Cody are out shopping, and I can invite you guys. I have important news,” he said, practically in one breathless sentence. “Call Eric and bike over. Quick!”
“OK, OK, I’ll ask,” I said, and the line clicked: Cory had hung up.
Cory’s house was somewhat equidistant between Andy’s house and my house, maybe slightly closer to us. Eric and I got permission to bike over there when we had group homework, and Andy could bike from his house. It worked out great … except the only problem being that even if Cory’s parents weren’t home, his little brother, Cody, was. Cody was two years younger, and just wouldn’t leave us alone when we came over. But if he was out … I thought provocatively.
“Mom, can I bike over to Cory’s? He has some kind of news, I guess,” I said.
“Sure seemed like it,” she said. “Be home by dinnertime, and wear your helmet,” she said.
I called Eric and told him what Cory told me, and I ran upstairs to change into some clean underwear and shorts. I yelled bye! to Mom and bolted out the back gate with my bike. Eric was already in his driveway putting on his helmet, and we raced over to Cory’s house, one subdivision over. Eric’s house was, well, it was more-or-less the same as all of our houses: Generic, recent-construction tract housing. Three bedrooms, two baths, two stories, three-car garage. Eric and I arrived, and knocked on the door.
Cory answered. “Gentlemen,” he said.
“What’s your news?” Eric asked.
“Let’s wait for Andy, he shouldn’t be long.” I looked around Eric’s house. I knew his dad was a pastor, and his mom worked as a manager at the grocery store. There were a lot of family pictures, the smell of a lot of air freshener, and dozens of weird signs and things with bible verses all around. “But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD” from the book of Joshua seemed to be popular.
Andy arrived breathless, ditching his bike on the front lawn, and coming inside without knocking, seeing the three of us in the entryway through the privacy glass in the front door.
“Where’s the fire?” Andy asked.
“Guys, come with me,” Cory said. “I’ve wanted to show you this for a while now,” he added. “My dad is cleaning out the garage,” he said, leading us there, through the laundry room, and through the heavy fire door. “And he found this,” Cory said dramatically.
“What, boxes?” Andy said, seeing the two-car side of the garage filled with, well, crap. Boxes, bins, storage, Christmas decorations, things for church.
“No, over here,” Cory said, flicking on a fluorescent light.
Behind the boxes, in the one-car side of the garage, was a perfect workout space. Along one side was a rack with weights, a mirror, a bench, and a rail. And on the floor was a big blue mat with a huge red B behind the image of an eagle. Around that was a circle.
“Is this a wrestling mat?” Eric asked.
“Yup, my dad used to wrestle in college,” Cory said, somewhat pridefully.
“Wow,” Andy said, and coughed slightly. “So, uh, can we use this?” Andy asked.
“I think if we keep it clean, he’ll never know,” Cory said. We all just kind of stood around, wondering what to say next to make something happen.
“But I have more news,” Cory said, cutting the tension. “I have a girlfriend.”
“I knew it!” Eric exclaimed. “I knew I saw you holding hands with Lauren Martinez!”
“More than that! She gave me a blowjob on Wednesday. My mom had me take her mom a pie for Thanksgiving.” My jaw and Eric’s too both hit the floor.
“Bullshit,” Andy said. “I don’t believe you. You’re holding hands with a girl for a week, her mom is at home, and she’s all, ‘come up to my room?’ And her mom is OK with you being alone together?” Andy tsked. “Bullshit.”
“Her mom got a phone call. We snuck into her garage and did it,” Cory said.
“Romantic,” I quipped.
“Nope, I’m not buying it,” Andy said, not buying it.
“OK, well, I know it happened, how can I prove it to you?” Cory asked.
Andy thought for a moment. “If you can get one, you can give one,” he said. “Do it just like she did.”
For a split second, I saw what could only be described as excitement flicker across Cory’s eyes, and then disappear behind a veil of skepticism. “Why, have you had one?”
“No, but you’d choke on this if you didn’t know how to do it right,” Mean Andy shot back. Was he angry that still more people were experimenting behind his back? Or was he just jealous?
“Fine. Take off your pants,” Cory commanded, with newfound courage.
Andy nodded, half-smiling, with a look of you aren’t gonna go through with this. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he hooked his thumbs behind the hem of his boxers, and pulled them to his knees, kicking them and his jeans to the side. He was thick and full, but not fully hard. And, he … well … he looked strange. His cock was kind of … I don’t know, pointy?
“Um,” I started. “What, uh, why does it look like that?” I asked Andy softly.
Andy started stroking himself, enjoying the opportunity to show off. “You’ve never seen an uncut cock before?” Andy asked, leering at me, giving me a curt upward nod.
“N — no,” I admitted.
“Well, when you were a baby, you probably had this cut off,” he said, pulling on his foreskin, showing its flexibility. He pulled it back. “You were expecting to see this?” he asked, revealing the head of his cock.
“Oh wow,” I said. “Huh.” Eric was similarly transfixed.
“It’s called circumcision,” Cory said. “I’m circumcised.”
“I guess I’m circumcised too,” I said.
“Me too,” Eric said, chiming in. I knew, though.
Andy had been stroking himself the whole time. “So Cory, you’re the expert. Can you get me hard?” he asked. He sat down at the end of the workout bench and spread his knees wide apart.
I didn’t know it at the time, but Cory had really been thrown into his personal briar patch. He knelt between Andy’s legs, his nose a fraction of an inch away from the tip of Andy’s growing cock, his head emerging from his foreskin. Cory reached out his tongue, and licked the underside, starting at just below the head. Andy held his foreskin back for Cory, but Cory batted Andy’s hand out of the way, and held it back himself. From our vantage point standing a few feet away, Eric and I couldn’t really see.
Eric and I looked at each other, somewhat hungrily, and returned our gaze to Cory. Andy saw us watching. “Cory, wait,” Andy said, and Cory’s head jerked up.
“What’s wrong?” Cory asked.
“Let’s show them,” Andy said, turning to sit so his legs were off the side of the workout bench. Cory crawled around to the side. Andy was fully hard, his cock wet and glistening in the blue fluorescent light of the garage. Cory returned to work, his tongue everywhere around Andy’s head. Cory was afraid of taking Andy all the way into his mouth — there was an even-money chance that Andy would thrust, and Cory would barf all over him.
Cory worked quickly. Maybe that’s how quickly Lauren had to work before they were discovered. Andy’s head rolled back suddenly, and his arms held on to the bench to prevent him from tipping over backwards. Cory started stroking Andy’s shaft as he worked. “Shit,” Andy hissed. “Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered urgently. Cory nodded. He was making comical slurping and sucking noises, punctuating them with little mmm sounds. “Shit!” Andy exclaimed.
Cory felt Andy’s cock throb, found the rhythm of the pulses of his shaft, and worked his hand in time with them. Eric’s and my eyes went wide as Cory didn’t flinch — we watched him swallow, drinking down all of Andy’s cum, Cory’s eyes shut tight. Andy was inhaling and exhaling hard, and the pace of his breaths quickly decreased as Cory slowed down, slurping up the remnants of Andy’s cum still leaking from the head of his cock. Cory finished as he started, with one long lick of his tongue along the underside of Andy’s shaft and head, his eyes locked with Andy’s.
Cory released Andy’s cock, and sat back, Indian-style, grinning at Andy. “Satisfied?” Cory asked.
“Holy shit,” Andy said. “You even swallowed,” he added.
“So did she,” Cory shot back.
“Damn!” Eric exclaimed softly.
Cory was licking his lips, still smiling, and Andy stroked himself, feeling Cory’s spit and his own cum from his rapidly-shrinking cock. I felt a rush of excitement. “If you can get one, you can give one, right Andy?” I taunted him.
“Oh! Right, right, of course, Bobby.” Andy said thoughtfully, giving me a sly smile. “I’m a giver at heart. Come on over here, uh … Eric,” Andy said, standing up, his eyes locked with mine. He pulled on his shorts and pants.
Asshole! I thought. Whoa, I thought again, startling myself. Where did that feeling come from? I wondered. I kept my eye on Andy as Eric excitedly went over to the bench, pulling down his shorts. He was already rock-hard, and truthfully I was too. It was fun to watch his boner spring back up after getting pulled down by his waistband. I had to suppress the desire to wrestle Andy out of the way and suck Eric off myself. Fireworks were going off in my brain like they never had before. Was I really that jealous of Andy, rather than happy for my friend that he was getting a BJ?
Andy, gently, kneeling between Eric’s legs and holding his thighs, wrapped his mouth around Eric’s hard cock. I watched Eric’s entire length disappear into Andy’s mouth, and my body felt cold. Whatever erection I had was rapidly shrinking away, a queasy sensation settling into my core. Eric was grinning as Andy worked his cock with his mouth, swirling his tongue wetly around his head. Andy avoided the sucking sounds that Cory’s mouth produced. I could have sworn Andy gave me a tiny sidelong glance, smirking.
I barely noticed out of the corner of my eye, but I did a double take when I saw it — Cory was full-on jacking off to watching Andy suck Eric. His hand was wet with Andy’s cum, and he was using it as lube. Cory’s eyes were locked on Andy’s mouth around Eric’s cock.
Eric’s body suddenly jerked forward as he came, maybe faster than he thought he was going to, because he didn’t give any warning other than a grunt. Andy held Eric’s shaft tightly as he drank down Eric’s cum, coughing a little at first, but soon getting the hang of it, a tiny smile on forming on his face. He started to lick the underside of Eric’s rigid shaft when we heard the cyclical rattle of a Dodge Ram diesel engine roll into the driveway, inches away on the other side of the garage door.
Our heads jerked up, looking at each other, eyes wide. Eric immediately pulled up his shorts, his cock still leaking cum. He muttered a shit as some of it splashed on the wrestling mat. He pulled off his shoe with his other foot and wiped it up with his sock, quickly pulling his shoe back on. I looked over at Cory and saw that he had a puddle at his feet, so I found a hand towel and tossed it to him. He quickly wiped up his mess. We packed away our semi-hard cocks and dressed in a flash. Without a word we started walking back into the house. Cory dropped the towel into the washing machine as he passed by.
“Hi boys,” Cory and Cody’s dad said. “Checking out the new workout room? Pretty cool, huh?” he said.
“Where did you get the mat?” I asked, trying to mentally push my way through the fact that we had a very close call just then. If the garage door had opened, this would have been a very different pastoral conversation.
“Oh, I wrestled for Biola University in college. I graduated in 1978, which was the last year of their wrestling program. They were giving away the mats, so I took one. I found it folded up in the garage and figured it would make a good workout mat,” he said.
“Cool,” I said. Andy and Eric nodded. Andy casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“What were you doing in there?” Cody asked.
“Nothing,” Cory said dismissively.
“Thanks Cory, uh, for the tour” Eric said, careful not to be the one to tell his parents that he had a girlfriend. “I should be getting home for dinner.”
“Me too,” I added, and Eric and I said our goodbyes, but not before Andy gave me another smirk. A fresh wave of cold washed through my body.
Eric followed me as we biked home, but I let the wind rumble through my ears. If Eric was trying to talk to me, I couldn’t hear him, and maybe that was OK right now. I felt … well, I didn’t know how I felt, but I didn’t feel good. I waved without looking as he turned for home. I stood on my pedals to speed the extra two doors down to the end of the cul-de-sac.
Ass of bag, I thought, remembering what Eric taught me. They were all a big ass-of-bag right now, as far as I was concerned.
The next morning, 15 minutes before my alarm went off, I found myself in a dream, just Eric and me, and he wanted me to suck him off. I did, and I tasted his hard-on, his precum, and then —
Ah, another wet dream, I thought, awakening, feeling my cock throb thickly in my underwear, followed by a wet sensation as it cooled. I looked at the clock, and sighed. I guess it’s time to figure today out, I said to myself, yesterday’s jealous thoughts still clouding my mind.
Author’s note: Many thanks to reader James for the idea about Andy not being circumcised! A tip of my … tip … to you, my friend!