Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2021 21:38:18 +0000
From: acgib1943 <acgib1943@protonmail.com>
Subject: Friendship Destroyed

Friendship Destroyed

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	Finnegan used to be my forever best friend. No other boy even came
close to having the connection Finny and I had for each other. I called him
Finny. I gave him that nickname when I saw him swim for the first time. He
swam so smoothly. He looked at home in the water. He had to be part fish.

	We began our friendship the first day, the first class, in sixth
grade. I destroyed our friendship the first weekend in ninth grade.

	Let me tell you the story if I can type without tearing up and not
focusing. I need to tell this story before I do what I plan.

	I remember that lean, smiling red headed boy nervously scanning the
classroom, looking scared as he searched for a seat. My heart beat in a way
I never felt before as I looked at him. Why I raised my hand and waved him
over, I could not tell you now but I did.

	Finnegan saw my hand and gave me a head nod raising his chin. When
he chose the seat next to me I told him my name was Jimmy. He told me his
was Finnegan. For some reason we locked eyes. My insides fluttered. He
later told me when I told him how I got all fluttery looking at him that he
did also.

	We hung together at school every chance we could that first
week. Thursday he asked if I could come over to his house after school
Friday. I knew I could so we made plans. I ended up staying the weekend. My
parents did not care as long as I kept out of their way.

	We did not fool around that first weekend. That came later. He had
a pool and we swam. I had to use his extra swimsuit. Wearing something that
had touched him there made me tingly and I became hard. At that time of my
life, I was not long enough that he could see.

	He swam like he belonged in the water, like a merman. His coppery
skin looked so smooth, I wanted to lick it. I did not understand why I kept
sneaking glances at his crotch. I only knew I wanted to see his outline.

	We played and talked and shared our first secrets that weekend,
Nothing too intimate. Just kid stuff. Deeper and secretive stuff came as we
became older.

	Both of us tried out for the football team. He made quarterback. He
was a great passer. I was his favorite target which pushed me to become the
team's top receiver. Everyone liked us and we were friendly with
everyone. As the weeks passed we began to develop a friendship that we
realized went beyond mere friends. We spent weekends at each other's
homes. We determined my parents were happier when I was at Finny's home so
we gravitated to his house. We began to share his bed as I moved from the
air mattress.

	I remember how we went to the park and ran pass plays. He had an
awesome arm. He could throw hard, fast, and accurate. I could catch his
passes. Other team receivers dropped as many of his as they caught.

	We tried out for wrestling and were in the same weight class, 110
pounds. I think that's when we began to feel more in our relationship than
being best friends. I remember how we practiced wrestling in his room. One
Saturday, no one was home. Finny suggested we practice in just our
briefs. They would be more like singlets he said. I remembered he had
speedo swimsuits we wore. I suggested we use those. We changed into
them. We never hid from each other while changing as we saw each other
naked in the locker room showers. No big deal.

	Nothing happened that Saturday. We practiced holds. The next
Saturday, I never figured out who started it but our hands wandered to that
private area and we both held on. For the first time, I felt Finny hard as
I held him. I knew he felt me hard. I had never been so hard as he felt
me. We were both scared and tried to figure out what this meant. We decided
we liked it and were okay with us touching there. Nothing more than that
happened that year.

	Seventh grade saw puberty hit us both. Weekend nights we became
comfortable showing each other the hair we were developing and how big we
were getting. We even started a chart for each other measuring our growing
penises. We measured both soft and hard. Finny was cut like me. He was
always a half inch longer until eighth grade when I caught and passed him
by an inch. By now our boners were six inches with mine a bit longer.

	That was the year we discovered masturbation. We listened to our
friends at lunch talking about it. That weekend, we decided to try it. We
stripped to measure our boners. He asked me if it was okay for us to try. I
remember swallowing and nodding yes. We lay on our backs on his bed and
rubbed ourselves. We lay side by side and I remember feeling him move as he
stroked. I felt him go faster and faster. I copied him and soon we were
moving and moaning. After, we agreed that we never had felt anything like
that.

	This began our experience masturbating next to each other before
moving to doing each other. I think it was in the winter of that year we
began to rub our torsos against each other for the awesome pleasure we
derived from it. We finally moved to kissing and embracing each other in a
passionate way getting each other sticky with our release.

	Finny and I had that kind of love. Yes it was now love and we knew
it and both of us were okay with what we did. We had already talked and
decided we would be together as far into forever as we could see.

	My love and life with Finny ended the first weekend of ninth grade.

	We met Cullough and Tommy, new students to the district. We met at
summer football practice. Finn had a lock for ninth grade quarterback. I
was still his main receiver. I think Cullough and Tommy sensed there was
something special about the two of us. Whether consciously or not, they set
out to change that.

	They took to spending time with us. They invited us to Tommy's
house. He lived on the lake. We swam and barbecued. They were fun to hang
with. We roughhoused and wrestled. After one such weekend, Finny told me he
had begun to get a bad vibe from the two. I should have listened. The first
weekend after school began, Tommy asked us to spend the weekend. I could
tell Finny was unsure. I convinced him. I wished I never had.

	We gathered at Tommy's after school Friday. That was when we
learned his parents were gone all weekend. We played as usual and ordered
pizza. When it came, Tommy poured Coke into glasses. I saw him add rum to
the drinks. He smiled at me. I should have told him Finny and I had never
drunk alcohol. I did not. I cry even now to realize my error.

	Finny commented on the different taste. Tommy gave an answer that
satisfied Finny. He like the taste so much, he asked for another, as did
I. After pizza and four drinks, our two friends suggested we wrestle in
just our briefs. We were enjoying ourselves when Cullough pinned Finny's
hands and Tommy duct taped them. At first Finny though they were just
fooling around. Then they taped his ankles. My buddy began to look
scared. He pleaded for me to tell them enough. Before I could decide to do
so, Tommy and Cullough started tickling Finny. I knew he was ticklish and
decided to get in on the fun. This was harmless play, right? The guys were
tickling Finny's torso. I went after the soles of his feet.

	Then Tommy moved to Finny's lower stomach and even lower. I saw him
start to rub Finny in that spot that before only I had touched other than
Finny. Finny was still laughing but I saw fear mixed with pleading in his
eyes. They were begging me to do something. Between laughs, Finny pleaded
for me to do something. I ignored him. Why? I know now I was caught up in
the moment of seeing Finny like this.

	Cullough brought scissors out. He quickly cut Finny's briefs from
him. Though I had seen him naked many times, this sight aroused me. Finny
was pleading and crying. I do not know why I continued with this
behavior. I did. I watched my best friend of all time carried to the bed
and tied by Tommy and Cullough so he was spread and on display for the
three of us. His begging and pleading reached a higher pitch. He became so
loud that Tommy stuffed Finny's ruined briefs in his mouth.

	Now Finny's sobs were muffled. His shoulders shook with great
shudders. His teary eyes were still on me but they had developed a hopeless
look. The love light and happy looks he reserved for me alone were gone. I
should have stepped in. I did not.

	Cullough brought scissors and a razor with shaving cream to the
bed. I knew what was coming. Finny did too. He redoubled his efforts. Tommy
instructed me to sit on my best friend's chest to hold him still. I am
forever damned because I did. I sat facing his feet so I had a good view of
what was done to Finny. He was shaved smooth. They guys did his pubes and
his legs. Then they did his armpits. He looked like a prepubescent boy when
they finished. I climbed off Finny. He was np longer sobbing. He shook a
bit. He did not look at me.

	Cullough had an evil look to him. He took hold of Finny's cock
saying he wanted to see it harden. As he stroked Finny, something only I
had done before, Finny lay in silence staring at the ceiling. He made no
moves nor did he protest. Cullough's stroking had the affect he
desired. Finny became hard. That caused Tommy to take over. Cullough
produced a tube of lube and rubbed it on Finny. They worked Finny for what
seemed like forever. I did not want to but I watched. At times I glanced to
Finny's eyes. They were dull and staring.

	He probably did not want to produce sperm. His body had other
plans. I knew how he reacted just before he shot. I saw that and I saw his
sperm spurt over his now hairless belly. He collapsed into himself and
cried.

	The last degrading thing the guys did was to take magic marker and
draw hair where Finny's pubic hair had been. Then they stood back looking
at Finny, naked, covered in his sperm, hairless, drawn on with magic
marker, and crying softly.

	They told me they were going to go to a party. They wanted us gone
when they returned. They told me my boyfriend was a pussy and I was an even
bigger one for letting them do that to Finny.

	They left. I eased the gag from Finny's mouth. I expected a string
of curse words from Finny. Nothing. I untaped him giving him his clothes. I
added a towel for Finny to wipe himself clean of the sperm. He did not. He
dressed, not looking at me.

	I remember calling his name, Finny, and touching his arm. That's
when he said in a monotone voice I was never to call him by that name. He
also told me he never wanted to see me again. The last sight of Finny I had
was his back.

	Monday, he quit the team. The coach was confused. Finny blamed it
on being no longer interested. Without Finny I had no reason to continue. I
quit.

	In our classes, we had them all together. I remember our excitement
arranging so we were in all the same classes. Finny convinced a girl to
switch seats so we did not sit next to each other. He no longer ate with
me. He sat by himself. I tried to talk to him. He did not look at me, only
saying in a defeated voice for me to get lost. He avoided my eyes always
from that weekend forward.

	Two weeks passed. I no longer felt like anything mattered. Not
school, I quit studying. I dragged through the day. I let Tommy and
Cullough know that what they did had crossed way over the line. They
smirked telling me I had participated. They drove the last nail by saying
their plan succeeded beyond their expectations.

	When I asked them what plan, they told me they wanted to see if
they could destroy Finny and my friendship. They laughed as they said
this. I could see no good outcome after hearing this.

	Now I sit on my bed. My mom's prescription Xanax pill container in
my hand. It had fourteen pills inside. I hoped they would be enough for my
plan.

	I decided to private message Finny one last time. I explained how
he meant the world to me. I told him I did not expect him to ever forgive
me. I explained that I could never take back what I had allowed to happen
and someday in the future, I hoped he would find it in his heart to
somewhat give me forgiveness. I went on to explain that without his love, I
had no world. No life. I hit send.

	I looked at the pill container. I looked at water bottles lined on
the dresser. I had no real conscious awareness except to hope Finny would
forgive me for what I had done and what I was about to do.

	I wondered if I should take all the pills at the same time or one
at a time.

	I decided to space them out until I began to feel loopy. Then I
would down the rest.

	I sent one last private message to Finn telling him that I loved
him and would love him for eternity. I swallowed the first pill. My parents
were gone until Monday so there was no chance I would be discovered before
then. There would be no hope of my being revived.

	I took the second. I began to feel light-headed and
comfortable. The room began to become blurry. Then the hallucinations
started. In my dream world I saw my Finny. He sat next to me. He held
me. He was crying. I decided I liked this world. I tried to take another
pill but the container had vanished. I looked for it thinking I had dropped
it. I only found Finny. He held me lowering me gently to the bed. I heard
him asking me how many pills I had taken. I dreamed I told him three. I no
longer knew how many. Then I saw him on his phone searching.

	From far away I heard him tell me three was bad but not enough t
kill me. He lifted my head and told me to sip more water. Then he undressed
me to my briefs and placed me under the covers. I felt him lay next to me
on top of the covers. One of his arms stroked my hair. The other was under
my neck. I dreamed he was crying and saying he loved me and he never wanted
us to part. I dreamed I heard him say over and over again that I was his
forever.

	I felt comfortable with him. My dream world was a soft place, a
comforting place. I fell asleep.

	I woke confused. Was I dead? I seemed alive. My mouth felt full of
cotton balls. I felt a weight on me. I looked. Finny held me. I could see
the wetness in the blanket from his tears. I stared at his red hair on my
chest. I rubbed it. My heart felt light.



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	Feedback and suggestions welcome. I am a romantic, as you can tell
by this story's end. I do not know where Finny and Jimmy's lives go from
here. Maybe they will let me know or you will. I want to thank Nick for the
impetus and video suggestion that drove me to write this. Take care all of
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