Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2019 14:45:43 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: The Invitation by Cutter09 gay young friends Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 The Invitation I looked at the wedding invitation in my hand. I couldn't believe it. There, in beautiful calligraphy, the name Jake Donnelly practically jumped off the pale blue stationary. I traced my fingers over the gold embossed lettering, remembering the young boy I used to know. My best friend since before time began it seemed. **** We were next door neighbors from the age of four for him, five for me. I was always bigger and stronger than he, even without the age difference. Our parents were friends and spent a lot of time together, so we did also. I can remember splashing around together in one of those plastic kiddie pools when we were little. Eventually my parents had a real pool built. Weekend barbecues and parents card games, later our families vacationing together. We were always side by side. His older brother dated my older sister for awhile (losing their virginities to each other). In school, I was his protector. He was smallish, and fragile, and the other boys quickly learned that if they picked on him, they'd have to answer to me. Wrestling matches during sleepovers were a common occurrence. He always lost, unless I let him win. We were almost always in our tight white briefs when I'd pin him to the floor of my bedroom, my butt on his chest, holding his hands over his head. I would hold him there till he admitted defeat. Things took a definite turn during one such wrestling match. I remember it well. I was eleven, he was still ten. I pinned him easily, much easier than usual even. "Give up?" I asked from my perch on his chest. "Never," he declared, trying to push me off. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor above his head. This placed my face directly over his. "Surrender. You know you can't beat me." Instead of defeat, he decided on a diversionary tactic. He raised up and kissed me. It worked. I was so stunned, he was able to hold the kiss for a few seconds, then roll us over into a reversed position. As he pinned my wrists, I noticed his briefs were tented with his obvious erection. When I looked at his face, he was smiling at me. His eyes were beaming as he said, "Surrender?" I merely nodded, still in shock. "Good. Let that be a lesson to you," he said. Then he gave me another quick peck on the lips before hopping off my chest. For the rest of the evening, I was somewhat on tilt. I didn't know what to expect of him next. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until we went to bed. Instead of staying up whispering foolishness for another hour, Jake gave me a kiss, then rolled over and went to sleep. I knew our relationship had somehow changed, but didn't know how it would manifest. It wasn't sudden. He just gradually became more affectionate. While watching tv, he'd rest his head on my shoulder. I don't recall him ever doing that before. Playing in the pool, he was always hanging on me. A kiss goodnight became commonplace. If either of us had ever gotten a `stiffie' before, he'd suffer a certain amount of ribbing from the other. Suddenly he was getting stiffies every time we wrestled. Often I did too, and it turned into a certain look and a knowing smile. Once, just after I turned twelve, we had both gotten stiff as we wrestled. I pinned him down, sitting on his chest, but before giving up, he raised his head and kissed my stiffy over my underwear. Then he beamed a smile at me as he said, "I Surrender." That night, his goodnight kiss lingered a little longer than usual, then he placed his hand on my dick before laying his head on my shoulder and going to sleep. It was our last wrestling match. At twelve, I wasn't stupid. I knew he was inordinately affectionate to me. I guess I had allowed it to happen. Maybe even encouraged it on some level. He was my best friend, and besides being small for his age, he was cute as hell. I guess I was flattered that he had a crush on me. After that first time of sleeping with his head on my shoulder, and his hand on underwear clad dick, it became the new thing. When I didn't discourage him, after a couple of weeks, his hand slipped inside my underwear and gripped my pubescent dick. We had bathed together as little kids, changed clothes together as we got older, but this was the first `intimate' contact we'd ever had. I suppose I had suspected he was gay. He never participated in schoolyard boy talk about girls, never called another boy `fag', and he certainly wasn't athletic. And with me as his protector, no other boy was going to openly question Jake's orientation. That night removed any doubt I had. It was spring break a couple of months later, we were allowed to spend every night at one or the other house together. The first night, his hand went straight into my underwear. As his fingers curled around my stiffening dick he said, "Thanks, Tommy." "For what?" I asked trying to keep control of myself. Jake shrugged. "I don't know. Everything I guess. Being my friend, and taking up for me. Letting me... you know... do stuff." To illustrate his point, he leaned in and kissed me. A long lingering kiss, as his hand squeezed my cock. Then he snuggled up and went to sleep. I had, of course, jerked off many times before that night, as I'm sure he had too, although we never did it together. But I'd only had dry orgasms. That night I had a wet dream. My first, and last. I don't think Jake masturbated me, I'm sure I would have awoken if he did. Either way, when we crawled out of bed the next morning Jake pointed at my crotch and said, "Look Tommy!" I glanced down to see a huge wet spot right where the head of my cock was. I was mortified. "Shit," I mumbled in embarrassment. "That's fantastic! Can I see? Please please please?" He was more excited by this milestone into adulthood than I was. At least it made it a little less embarrassing. Jake dropped to his knees in front of me and, almost reverently, peeled the waistband of my underwear away from my body and down to expose my hard cock and it's emission. He stared at it admiringly, occasionally beaming a proud smile up at me. Then, dumbfounding me completely, he pulled my underwear off and folding them neatly, he asked "Can I keep these?" My silence was answer enough for him. He slipped them into the side pocket of his backpack and zipped it up. If that wasn't weird enough, in the bathroom, he washed my dick for me. Like a mother changing a diaper, he practically cooed at me while cleaning the spooge off. It was no more strange to him to be handling my dick than for a mother handling her infant son's. I never admonished him for any of the things he did. It was like an unspoken agreement. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary when others were around, but when it was just he and I, well... After all, he was my best friend and I loved him, and he loved me. More to the point, he was in love with me. I had begun to realize it that day. And he began to demonstrate it more as time passed. He flirted with me blatantly behind closed doors. The late night penis holding was the new norm. Sometimes I would masturbate thinking about how his hand felt on me. It was the only sexual experience I had to draw from. Not long after the wet dream incident, our siblings became an item. Our parents were delighted. I even heard our mothers talking about what beautiful grandchildren the couple might bare them. I thought it was a bit premature considering the couple was only sixteen. Then one night, the couple were `babysitting' us while our parents went to some function. After saying goodnight and getting undressed for bed, Jake suggested we sneak down and spy on them. From the midway point of the stairs, we watched as his brother fucked my sister. In hindsight, it wasn't that spectacular, but at the time, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. When his brother grunted in release (I don't think my sister got hers), we ran back to my room and jumped into bed. Jake's hand slipped into my briefs, his lips met mine as usual. The kiss was more passionate than usual, wanton even. The prolonged kiss ended when Jake ducked under the cover and his mouth slid down my dick. I can't say I was shocked by his actions, I guess I had sort of expected it eventually. But I was surprised at the intensity which he went at it. It was more like a feeding frenzy. He attacked his supply of nourishment with fervor. Drawing out the first load easily, and hanging in for a second load. Only when he decided he was getting no more, and I was completely limp, did he withdraw from under the covers. He smiled at me, his eyes revealing his level of `cum drunk'. He laid his head on my shoulder, wrapped his arm around my chest contentedly, and went to sleep. The next morning, a Sunday, we all went to church together. I couldn't keep a straight face throughout the sermon. Jake, his brother, and I, looked rather proud of ourselves. My sister seemed fidgety, probably a little sore from the pounding she received. All I could think about was that Jakes breath and my sister's pussy probably both smelled of cum. Back at home, we went to change out of our Sunday clothes. Jake reached for my zipper as I unbuttoned my shirt. I dropped my shirt on the floor when he dropped to his knees and swallowed my dick. The next weekend, our parents went out and left us four kids together. We played Truth or Dare. It got a little wild. At one point Jake was dared by his brother to grab my sister's tit. She sat with a defiant look on her face and allowed it. Then I was dared by her to touch Jake's brother's dick. I agreed to do it, but only over his jeans. He was hard as stone, probably from watching his girlfriend get groped. Afterward in my room, Jake gave me a very sensual kiss and said, "I was hoping someone would dare me to suck your dick." He paused then added, "I would have you know." I could read his expression. I knew what he wanted me to say, so I said it. "I dare you." He smiled and pushed me down on my bed. My shorts disappeared and Jake went to work. He licked, kissed, sucked, like his life depended on it. He looked at it admiringly and said, "God I love your dick," before finishing me off. It's difficult to explain how differently he behaved in public versus privately. When we were alone, he was at my disposal. Anything I wanted was fine with him. Whatever game I wanted to play, tv show I wanted to watch, anything to make me happy for allowing him access to my cock. Of course I was happy to oblige him. What teenage boy is going to turn down an unlimited supply of blow jobs. And he kept getting better at it too. He could suck a baseball through a garden hose. My mom threw a party for my fourteenth birthday. Melinda Crabtree was there along with thirteen other kids. She pulled me into a closet and kissed me. "Happy birthday," she said as she placed my hand on her tit. We were going at it pretty hot and heavy. My hand had found its way under her blouse and bra, her hand was in my pants, when the door opened. The look on Jake's face spoke volumes, at least to me it did. He quietly shut the door and returned to the party. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until we were in my room for the night. No kiss, no, blow job, not even a cuddle. Jake turned his back to me and silently sobbed. "What's wrong Jake?" He glared over his shoulder at me through tear filled eyes. "How could you do that? And with that slut, Melinda Crabbycunt." We had never openly discussed our relationship. It had just slowly developed. But now it was time for an honest dialogue. "Jake. I'm not gay." "I know that," he said with regret in his voice. "If you know I'm not gay, then why are you so upset that I was making out with a girl?" "Haven't I been good to you? Don't I please you? Why her?" "Yes, you've been great. Melinda just wanted to give me something special for my birthday." "What? Like syphilis maybe?" I had to chuckle at that. She did have a rep of having loose morals. "I wanted to give you something special tonight too," he added pointedly. Then turned his back to me again. For the next three weeks, he didn't speak to me. Even when our families got together, and he spent the night in my room, not a word. By the fourth weekend, I decided to fight back. After dinner Friday night, we were watching tv in my room. He was giving me the cold shoulder treatment again. So I casually went to shower. Of course I had to undress to do that, so I did, right beside him. Then, after my shower, I took my time drying off. Parading around in front of him, nude, dick swinging back and forth. I could almost see the beads of sweat building on his forehead. He caved. "God damn it. Would you put some clothes on." "I'm sorry, does my dick bother you. It's not doing anything. Just laying there on my plump nuts. Lonely, with nothing to do." "Asshole!" Jake declared as he turned off the light and the tv. He climbed into bed rolled onto his side facing away from me. Saturday night I did the same thing. Standing between him and the tv while I dried my hair with a towel. I couldn't see, but suddenly I felt his hands on my hips and he pulled me to him. I draped the towel around my shoulders as he inhaled my dick. I glanced down at him and softly ran my fingers down his cheek. Jake looked up at me and pulled off my cock. "You're mean." He sucked the knob a little then said, "And you're an asshole." I reached down and unzipped his pants. He stopped dead in his tracks with my cock in his mouth, then lifted his hps to let me take them off. When I grabbed his bulge, he groaned and resumed sucking me. I pulled away, and drew his underwear off Jake watched in shock as my fingers curled around his dick for the first time. I only stroked him for a few seconds and he shot cum all over us. I didn't even know he could cum. I cleaned him up with my towel then crawled into bed. He quickly joined me, and dove under the cover to swallow my cock again. After a minute he mumbled from beneath the blanket, "You're still an asshole." Our relationship stayed like that. He'd blow me any chance we had, and occasionally I'd stroke him to orgasm. He never asked for more. Never expected tit for tat. It was his place to please me, and that pleased him. Then, Christmas after my fourteenth birthday, things changed again. Our families had done Christmas together, gifts were exchanged and opened. Jake, of course, was spending the night. "It's a shame Brad and Ellen broke up," Jake said as we played a new game I got for Christmas. "If your brother could keep his dick in his pants, they wouldn't have. Ellen's lucky he didn't get her pregnant before catching him with Melinda." Yes the same Melinda Crabtree that I had been caught with by Jake. "And you're lucky you didn't stick your dick in Crabbycunt. I'm telling you she's got diseases we haven't even heard of yet." "Yeah, I guess you're right," I replied. Jake got up off the floor and came over beside me. He knelt down and kissed me, while groping my package. "I have one more gift for you. I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but Crabbycunt ruined that. Let's go to bed." By now I was hooked on his blowjobs, so I didn't argue. We undressed and climbed into bed. Jake was mouthing my cock two seconds later. I was just getting into it when he stopped. I opened my eyes to see him face to face, straddling me. "Merry Christmas," he said as he aimed my cock at his butthole and slowly sank down on it. His chute swallowed the first three inches before he raised up, then down again until the whole thing was inside him. "Oh Jesus... Merry fucking Christmas to you too." He leaned down and kissed me, and began sliding back and forth over my torso, milking my cock with his butt. After a couple of minutes of this, he sat up and began rising and falling on my cock. I looked down to see his hard dick pulsing as it dribbled on my belly. He never touched it, but he seemed to be cumming the whole time he fucked himself on me. "Oh... Tommy... I knew it would be good with you." He continued to ride me until I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed his hips and thrust up into his bowels, firing my biggest load ever into him. Jake collapsed onto my chest, as my cock soaked and shrunk in his chute. "Best Christmas present ever," I muttered. Jake chuckled as he rolled off me. "I have to agree. I'm glad I gave it to you." He blew me before breakfast the next day. Before lunch, we did it doggy style. Before dinner, missionary. Before bed, it was cowgirl Jake rides again. Jake was my behind the scenes girlfriend. A girlfriend that wasn't afraid I'd get her pregnant. A girlfriend who didn't complain when I patted her ass or shot cum in her mouth. A girlfriend that was just as horny and ready whenever I was. I even began thinking of him as my girlfriend. I'd kiss him, and reach for his breast. After a few minutes I'd slide my hand down to play with his pussy, only it was a dick. I'd even finger fuck him a little before mounting him. He accepted it all passionately. Sometimes he'd cum when I fucked him, sometimes not. Just like a girl, only it was more evident. When he didn't cum, I'd stroke him till he did. For his fifteenth birthday, I took him on a date. A real date. I had been driving for a while, so I took him to dinner and a movie, then to our local "lover's Lane", where I gave him a blow job. A first for both of us. I even swallowed. Jake was so happy. He was walking on clouds for a couple of months after. That ended when I had my first date with a girl. He was waiting for me in my room when I got home. He walked up to me and grabbed my hand, drawing it up to his nose. His face scrunched up at the smell. Then he dropped to his knees and pulled my pants down. Taking a sniff of my cock. "Well, at least you didn't fuck her," he said before going to bed with his back to me. My finger did smell like Mary Jane's pussy. I had gotten that far on the first date. A week later, I had the good sense to wash not only my hands, but my dick too. I had fucked her at the same place I had blown him a few months earlier. But this time, he didn't have to smell me. I guess he could tell by the shit eating grin on my face that I had gotten laid. He didn't say a word, just cried himself to sleep. I dated Mary Jane for a couple of months. Well, I wouldn't call it dating. We just fucked every chance we got. Jake didn't speak to me that whole time. He kept up appearances in public, best friends always. But in my room, it was pretty chilly, frozen even. I was getting laid a couple of times a week, but I have to admit, I missed the closeness I had with Jake, not to mention the blowjobs and anal. When I found out Mary Jane was fucking the quarterback of our football team, I dropped her. Ok, she may have dropped me first. But either way, Jake was happier than a pig in slop. The old Jake was back to loving me. And that's the way it went throughout the rest of high school. My cock had grown to a decent eight and a half inches, that the girls seemed to like. I didn't mind sharing it with them, but if I did, Jake was like an iceberg. I started college, like most freshmen do. Too much partying, too much booze, too much pussy. My grades showed it. By my second year, my parents insisted I share an apartment with Jake. One, to save money for both our parents, and two, Jake would keep me on the straight and narrow. Well, straight wasn't at the top of his list. Jake had been pretty Nellie before, but now, with no parents watching over us, he was full on flaming. He spoiled me rotten too. Cooking for me, keeping house, not to mention full time sex. I don't think I ever had to jerk off once he moved in. He kept me drained and happy. Of course, I'm not gay, so I continued to chase pussy. Caught a few too. Most of those times, I'd go to the girl's place. Every once in a while that wasn't possible, and Jake wasn't happy about it when I brought them home. He'd never say anything, but once she was gone, he'd change the sheets and spray air freshener all through the apartment. "I hate the smell of fish," he'd complain as he gave the bedroom a second spray. As far as I knew, the only time he had smelled "fish" was on my fingers back when I was sixteen. He never dated anyone, female or male. Of course, the inevitable happened. A word of advice, never fuck a Catholic girl without a condom. Yep, I knocked up Beth Granger my senior year, and she refused to get an abortion. To say that Jake was unhappy about it would be a massive understatement. I think it was the closest he came to hating me. Until I asked him to be the godfather. He was much more excited about that than he was about being my best man at the wedding. He was still pretty distant to me, but he loved his godsons. Yes, Beth had twins. Twin boys. Callum and Malcum. Cal and Mal. Life continued on. Jake became a regular visitor to our home, always doting on his godsons. Beth was usually cold to him. I assumed because he was gay. Gay and Catholic doesn't mix well, unless of course you're a priest, then it's ok. Being forced into marriage, it wasn't a happy one to say the least. I stuck around because of the boys. I'm sure Beth did the same. Then when the boys were eleven, Beth walked into their room without knocking, to discover them locked into a tight sixty nine. Each mouth filled with a brother's dick. She was out of the house two hours later, with everything she owned, leaving me with two boys to raise alone. I received divorce papers two weeks later. I'd like to say I was devastated by the breakup, but it would be a lie. Cal and Mal were a little upset, but not as much as you might think. Jake and I spent many hours convincing them that they were not to blame for her leaving. Yes, Jake pitched in to help me with Cal and Mal. And as always, he was there for me too. It wasn't long before we fell into old habits of sleeping together on nights he stayed over. The breakup was three years ago. I took me that long to come to my senses. My fingers traced the other gold embossed name on the invitation before slipping it into the addressed envelope. Mine, Thomas Mitchell. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service.