Date: Wed, 07 Apr 1999 22:55:58 PDT From: "J.O. Dickingson" Subject: "When Friends Become Lovers" (t/t, true, first time) The following is a true story about the day a young fourteen-year-old boy decides to come out to his best buddy, and their discovery of boy-boy love as they engage in their first sexual experience. This momentous time in a young boy's life was described to me by my good friend Gert. We hope you enjoy his tale. Comments are always welcome and will be forwarded to Gert. Your identification can be removed if you request. J.O. Dickingson authorsix@hotmail.com When Friends Become Lovers Chris was my best buddy back in the spring of 1992. We spent almost all of our free time together, at his house or mine, or just hanging around anywhere. I was new to his school and somehow we just hit it off together right away. Back in those days we did everything together. We were in sixth level in school together, did our homework together, chummed with the same friends together, played video games together, you name it. Now I think about it, I realize we saw each other almost every waking minute of each day, school days and holidays. Those were wonderful times. The day I came out was a typical Saturday afternoon, like so many Saturday afternoons before it, and I am sure like so many Saturday afternoons not just in Germany, but in every country in this world. Chris and I had taken in a movie at the theatre, and then had gone back to his home. We were just sitting on the sofa and enjoying the two-day break from school like all young teenage boys. We talked about various things, sports, the word on the latest video games out, school, the typical boyish things, and of course sex. "Do you think about sex much?" Christian asked. "Sure," I replied honestly. "All the time." "Do you, well, you know, get horny when you think about it?" he asked. Chris was far more outgoing than I. I'd never have the courage to just come out and ask something like that back then. I wouldn't even have the courage now. "Sure," I said with a grin, thinking immediately of how great being horny felt. With Chris I could be open about anything. He was my best bud. Being the shy type, making friends was of top importance to me, and I valued his friendship. I did not make friends easily then, and still don't today. "You ever jack off?" "Yeah," I admitted. "You?" "Yeah," Chris said with a smile. "You do it very often?" "As often as I can get my hands on it without anyone seeing," Chris said with a wide grin. Chris was always clowning around and making jokes, something that made him quite popular with the girls and the guys. That we were best buddies made me feel special. "Yeah, me too, especially when I'm really feeling horny," I said, wondering if my once a day habit was more or less than the average but too shy to ask. "You think other guys do it?" "I guess so," I said with a shrug. "Some anyway. Maybe not those that are real nerds." "What does yours feel like when you play with it?" "I dunno, sort of strange. It gets all tingly, and the top really begins to itch, and then it sort of goes numb. Mostly it just feels super good." "Yeah, mine too. I love how it feels when it's growing. You know, getting hard. It makes my whole body ache to have it touched." "Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied. Mine was starting to feel that way right at that moment. Normally I would fight to prevent that condition from happening in the presence of another boy, but it felt so good I just let nature take its course. "Sort of hard to describe how it feels after rubbing it for a while," Christian observed. "Yeah. You go all the way all the time?" "Sure. You?" "Yeah, coming is the best part." "Oh yeah," Chris said with a sigh, and you could tell he was thinking of that feeling at that very moment. I know I certainly was. "How long does it take you to come?" "I dunno, sometimes it's real fast, like in a couple minutes, other times it's maybe five or ten minutes or longer, if I go real slow and have stops." Chris stared off into space, thinking about something. I had really become aware of my sexuality over the past year and I wanted to continue talking, but I was feeling uncomfortable at the same time. This was territory I really knew very little about, and one in which I was hiding a major secret, a secret that I was aching to tell someone, but which at the same time I was afraid to reveal. On the one had I wanted someone to know, but at the same time I was worried what their reaction might be. "You ever taste your cum?" Chris finally asked. "Yeah, I have." "Me too," he said, grinning again. I loved the way his lips curled and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. "You like it?" "Yeah, I do. Sort of salty, and slimy, but in a good way." "Yeah. You ever look at other boy's tools in the showers?" "Sure. All the time. I think mostly everyone does that." "Yeah," he agreed, "I guess so. What do you think about when you jerk?" "Boys." I just came right out and said it, just like that. I didn't even think ahead of time if I should tell the truth, or what the consequences might be. That was what I thought about. I'm gay. I knew back then, and had known for a while before Chris and I had that conversation that afternoon. When it came to sex, all I ever really thought about was boys, boys I knew and good- looking boys from televison and the movies, teen celebrities. When I jacked off it was always some guy that I imagined I was jerking, or that was jerking me, never me and a girl doing something. It's funny in a way, but never in any of those fantasies had I thought about Chris. He was my best friend, my confidant, my buddy for life. I just never imagined him and me in a sexual way. Even that afternoon and despite the conversation we were having, I was not thinking about him. When Chris didn't comment, I looked up at him. "Just boys?" he finally asked looking at me blankly. "I like boys better than girls," I observed. "I'm . . . well. . . ." I looked down at the floor and studied the pattern. "Well . . . I'm gay, Chris." It's funny. We were just talking about sex in general and at the moment it just seemed so natural to reveal my secret. After all, he was my best buddy. Who better to share such a secret with? Of course the moment I had said it I had become scared, and as I looked up at him my heart stopped as I waited for his reply. I was curious what his reaction would be, on the one side hopeful, on the other fearful. It was only a matter of seconds, but it seemed like an hour to me and I began to wonder if I had made a mistake. Suppose he hated me? Suppose he found gays disgusting? I knew there were a lot of people who did. For many of my classmates that was the ultimate insult, calling someone a fag. Suppose he told everyone? My young mind imagined every horror that it could, and fortunately for me there were several I had no idea of yet at that tender age. Chris was my best friend and I found it difficult to believe he would have any negative reactions, but then he was only thirteen, and even boys at that age have a very definite view about homosexuals. Boys of our age could also be very cruel. As I waited I realized I had no idea what he might think. I've always been very sensitive and self-conscious, and in those few seconds I'd gotten myself so worried and so upset I was about to break out in tears. Chris slid closer to me on the sofa, and at first I thought he was going to punch or kick me. I tensed, ready to duck, ready to flee as a sinking feeling developed in the middle of my chest. Then he took my hand in his and squeezing it gently, he said, "Gert, it doesn't matter to me how you are. I like you no matter what. We're buddies, best buddies." I was so relieved, and so happy to hear those words, that my eyes clouded over and I had to blink before my lower eyelids overflowed. I guess Chris noticed I was about to cry because he wrapped his arm about me and squeezed me tight. I immediately put my arms about him and managed to blink away my tears, except for one that overflowed my lower lid and trickled down my right cheek. Although deliriously happy at Chris's reaction, I was still feeling as tense as a wound up spring about to uncoil. As we separated, our lips touched, a feather touch, and desire swept through me from my lips to my groin and on to my toes, not sexual desire, but a desire to be held and loved. Like a fever it raced through my young body. Wrapping my arms about Chris, I drew him to me, our lips still together. I slid down on my back and Chris followed on top of me, and our lips pressed more tightly together. It felt so good having his body so close to mine. I wanted to just lay like that forever, arms about each other and our lips locked. We at last broke the kiss, and quickly started another. It was so sweet kissing another boy, feeling his warm, moist lips pressed against mine, feeling his warm boy breath blowing across my face. As we continued kissing I slowly opened my mouth and Chris slipped his tongue inside. I closed my eyes and quivered with the sensation of his tongue inside my mouth, of his tongue sliding against mine. I was in heaven with this boy in my arms and me kissing him, something I'd dreamed of but thought would never happen. He looked so good. Michelangelo's sculpture of David came to my mind. Chris was my young, thirteen-year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed David. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his warm body and wonderful skin, so smooth and soft, like silk I ran my fingertips over his hairless chest, over his ribs and the fleshy mound of his young boy's breast. Slowly pulling his pullover shirt up and over his head, I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and sweatshirt. He stared down at me intently and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. I was so surprised I just lay there as he pulled down my fly. I had thought we would just caress and kiss, nothing more. Just doing that had already made me the happiest boy on the planet. Standing up and pushing down my jeans, I looked over at him as he did the same. We stepped out of them together and I smiled over at him. We did everything together, even this. It was rather obvious from the way my underwear was sticking out that I had a bone. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was hot but still soft. I pulled down his underwear, and then as I stood he pulled down my boxers. It was the first time we had seen each other naked, and for the first time I noticed just how beautiful Christian was. We hugged again and our naked bodies pressed against each other. I started kissing his chest. It was so smooth and so warm. I worked across from right to left and back again. I kissed his soft little nipple. By the time I made my way to the second one it was hard. I'd never realized a boy's nipples could get hard before. I looked down at it, a little rosebud only slightly pinker in colour than his chest. I bent my head and placing my lips about it, I sucked on it gently. Chris evidently liked what I was doing. He ran his fingers through my short, brown hair, and then put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them, at the same time pushing down on them. I went down still kissing every inch of his beautiful chest, following its smooth, boyish contours. Reaching his waist, I kissed and licked his bellybutton. Slowly I continued on down over his flat stomach. Soon I was close to his dick. He had no pubic hair yet, just like me. I hesitated, wondering if I should. Eager to do so, I hesitated only for a moment, and then I kissed his dick and it stared to grow. I knelt down in front of him and took it in my mouth. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his naked hips for balance, dizzy with the sensation as I felt his young dick swelling between my lips, slowly filling my mouth. His dick was the best thing I had ever tasted, and the best thing I ever would taste. Clean, natural, just as a boy should taste. It felt so warm and nice in my mouth, as if it was meant to be there. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and he squirmed with the arousal, so I did it again, driving him crazy. I loved the taste and smell of his raw dick, but even more, I loved being able to make Chris feel good. I finally stood up and smiled at him, my lips moist and the taste of him in my mouth. He grabbed my stiff tool and pulled me toward the sofa. He lay down and I lay down next to him. We lay there for some minutes playing with each other's dicks, caressing them with tenderness and love, stroking them to satisfy the itch that was developing in our cockheads. I had imagined that scene with so many different boys over the past year or two, but none of those dreams came near the joy and arousal of doing it for real with Chris. Our dicks were slender and of average size for boys just entering their adolescence, ripe and eager to be touched and pleasured. Having someone else's fingers tugging and stroking my cock was so different from stroking it myself, and although Chris was doing the same thing as I did daily, it was like a totally new experience. Similarly, easing his foreskin up and down over his knob and squeezing and fingering his hard, hot dick felt so very different from having my own cock in my hand. We lay like that for the longest time, arousing each other as we had so often aroused ourselves. Receiving such pleasure from your very best friend, and returning the pleasure is something that could never be adequately described. We reversed positions. I don't remember now which one of us made the first move, and suspect that we just did it together, our two young minds linked somehow in thought. I looked at Chris's stiff cock jutting up along his stomach, the skin pulled back to form a collar about his mushroom cap knob. It looked so beautiful. As I slipped my fingers about the base and drew it away from his body, I felt Chris's fingers do the same with mine. As I slowly bent my head, I felt Chris's hot breath against my bared knob, and as I slipped my lips over his dick once more, I felt his hot, moist lips slip over mine. I eased my lips down, wanting to take all of him in my mouth, and I felt his lips easing farther down my shaft also. Soon my nose was pressed against the smooth pubes above his dick, and his nose was pressed against mine. I could feel his soft hair against my belly. We slowly eased our lips back up, our stiff little boycocks pulsating wildly. Pausing half way up the shaft, I began to suck on Chris's tool as he began to suck on mine. At the time I did not know there was a name for such a thing as we were doing. I just knew it was the greatest thing I had ever experienced, sucking a boy's dick and getting my own sucked too. Feeling Chris's hot, moist mouth enveloping my cock, and feeling his lips tighten as he sucked on it, sent ripples of pleasure through my cockhead, and having his organ in my mouth was equally fantastic. It was more than the physical pleasure though. My best buddy loved me so much that he would take my dick in his mouth. That he would suck on that most private and special organ sent ripples of pleasure through my mind that were far more intense than any ripple of physical pleasure. And, of course, that he would allow me to do the same thing to him gave me just as much, if not more pleasure. Although what we were doing was more than I had ever dreamed of doing at the age of fourteen, and although what we were doing was more pleasant and more rewarding than I had ever imagined, after a while I wanted something else. Easing my lips off his stiff, throbbing dick, I ran my tongue down over his hairless sack, on down between his legs and along the cord to the bottom of his butt. "What are you doing?" he panted, having taken his mouth off my dick. "I want to put my tool up your butt," I replied simply. To my delight, Christian turned around and lay on his stomach on the sofa, offering me his buttocks. I pulled his soft asscheeks apart and saw his small hole for the first time. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone's asshole. His asscheeks were a light pink, and as they approached his asshole they grew lighter to almost white, then formed a darker, brown-coloured areola around his hole. His hole itself was a beautiful pink little pucker. It seemed like it smiled at me, and I smiled back. I bent closer and I thought it was going to taste disgusting, but as my lips met his pucker and kissed it, I was surprised and delighted to find it was sweet and warm. I kissed it several times and then slid my tongue over it again and again, but I still wanted more than this. I wanted to have this sweet butthole around my dick. "Can I do it?" I asked, my voice a weak whisper I was so nervous. I wanted to be certain. "Yes," he replied, his own voice quivering. He spread his legs apart. We were the best of friends. I realized then that I hadn't had to ask and a warm feeling passed over me. I moved up into position, and then moved in closer. The tip of my hard, hot dick touched his butt. We were both shivering with excitement. This afternoon was the first time either of us had ever done anything sexual with another person. I could not stop trembling I was so anxious, on the one hand so eager to unite with him, on the other so worried that in my ignorance and innocence I might do something wrong, or that this might not be as perfect as I wanted it to be. Overlying all of it, was fear, fear of the unknown, and a desire that made my heart ache. When I talked to Chris later about what we had done, he said he was feeling the same things. Chris reached behind and pulled his asscheeks apart to help me. Taking my dick in one hand, I placed the tip of my cockhead right on his hole. Then, with that mixture of conflicting emotions and thoughts, I slowly pressed forward. Panting in short gasps with the arousal and the effort, I felt my dickhead slowly wedging open his saliva-slick anus. Encouraged, I eased forward a bit more, and was rewarded with his anus stretching even wider and my saliva-coated dickhead easing in further. I inhaled deeply and pushed my hips forward. What with our desire, his saliva coating my dick from the sucking it had received, and the fact that at fourteen I had a rock-hard and slender cock, I managed to penetrate him. As I slowly but determinedly eased my dick on up into him, I trembled, but this time with the wonderful sensation of having my bone being enveloped by a hot, moist tunnel. It felt so good as I lay there on top of his warm naked body, my hard cock deep inside him and his hot, moist hole pulsating all around it. He was so hot and so tight, tighter than my fist had ever squeezed my dick. As I lay there enjoying the remarkable sensation, Chris started to move his butt back and forth. I raised up slightly to allow him to slide his butt up and down my cock. The worry and anxiety had totally dampened my arousal, so that it was like starting all over, which was certainly fine with me, and seemed to be fine with Chris. It was wonderful, feeling his hot, moist chute squeezing around my dick and working up and down it. I do not know how long we kept on going like that. It seemed like a long time and I wanted it to last forever, but then he asked if he could try doing it to me. Eager to allow him the same delightful pleasure as he had allowed me, I slowly pulled my dick out of his butt. I slipped down and kissed his hole again, thanking it for the pleasure it had brought me. As Chris got up, I lay down on the sofa to offer my butt to him as he had done for me. "Not that way," Chris said, "I want to play with your dick while I do it to you, and I want to be able to watch your face." I rolled over on my back and looked up at Chris standing beside me. He was my David, a youth with marble-smooth skin, a delightful hairless chest and narrow waist widening again into graceful hips and splitting into beautiful, slender, hairless legs. His young boycock was stiff and jutted up at an angle from his hairless pubes, and his balls hung loosely below it. He was thirteen and the most beautiful boy in the world, his naked body glowing with a sheen of sexual sweat and arousal. Chris knelt down on the floor beside the sofa and he kissed me, a sweet, tender kiss, the type of kiss that one boy gives another when they are in love. We were in love. Sometime in the past hour we had gone from best buddies to lovers. I knew it in his eyes, and in the way that he touched me. This was not just teenage hormones and a need to get off a load. This was not just puppy boy exploration and experimentation. This went way beyond just being horny and wanting sex. The sweetness of that kiss, the tenderness with which his fingertips caressed my chest, and the look of passion and affection in those blue eyes could leave no doubt that this was love. I suspect my own green eyes were telling Chris the same thing. I loved Chris too, more than anyone I had ever loved before, more than the love I had imagined in countless jack off sessions. As I looked into his eyes I would have done anything that he would have asked, not out of gratitude for the way he had accepted my coming out, not because of any hormonal lust, but because he cared for me. He had not said if he was gay too, but at that moment it did not matter. Like he had said, it does not matter how two people are if they are really buddies, if they really care for each other. I cared for him too, with all my heart, with all my being, and not because of the sex, although that had been great and certainly was part of it. I cared for him because of his acceptance of me, and his unconditional offer of himself. Chris moved down to the end of the sofa and spread my legs. He spit on one finger and then gently and carefully eased it into my hole. It felt strange but also good, and I sighed as he slowly began to finger fuck my ass. "Yes," I sighed when he did not appear to be planning on stopping what he was doing. "That is so good, but use your dick." Chris removed his finger and I expected him to mount me, but instead he crouched down and I felt his tongue press against my hole. He was licking my asshole, just as I had licked his, and his love was confirmed. A person who was concerned only for his own pleasure, his own ejaculation, would never do that. He forced his hot, moist tongue into my hole and it was so great, both the sensation of having my asshole tongued and the idea of my best buddy, of my lover, performing that perverted but wonderfully erotic act. His tongue darted in and out of my opening, preparing it for his cock, and at the same time lubricating it with his spittle. After what seemed like the longest time, Chris got up and moved in closer between my legs. I raised my buttocks and pulled my buttcheeks apart to make it easier for him to enter me. As I felt the hot tip of his dick at my crack, I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I could not wait to feel him inside me. As he began to push his hips forward and I felt his cockhead stretching apart my anus, I relaxed and tried my best to open up to him. Although my anus was moist with his spittle, and although his young boycock was slender, it began to hurt. I relaxed more and he continued to push down, his cockhead forcing open my anus. It was beginning to hurt like hell, and the fear that I would not be able to accept him flashed though my mind. The pain was excruciating, worse than anything I had ever felt. I began to panic, seriously worried now that I would not be able to give Chris the same wonderful pleasure as he had given me, worried that I would not be able to experience the pleasure of him inside of me. I wanted Chris inside me, I wanted to unite with him in what had to be the most wonderful act that two boys could ever engage in. I wanted to feel his hot, hard cock deep in my body, I wanted to give him the same pleasure as he had given me. I wanted to enjoy that pleasure together, as two lovers. In my desperation and eagerness, I closed my eyes and strained to accept him, and I was rewarded by the unique sensation of being penetrated. His slender boycock slowly but surely forced open my anus and began to slide into my body. It still hurt like hell, but it felt good at the same time. As I kept my hips raised and as he grasped my straining body tightly, he eased his dick up my hole until his warm, smooth thighs were pressing against my buttcheeks. He then bent down and as our lips met I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. I parted them and his tongue slipped inside my mouth. It was so fantastic, his dick deep up my butt, his tongue in my mouth. He gave me a long, hot French kiss. I relaxed then as he started slowly driving his dick in and out of my butt while at the same time slowly stroking my dick. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever have imagined the physical and mental pleasure I was feeling at that moment, and no words can truly describe the experience. Feeling Chris's hard, hot cock deep inside my body and feeling it working in and out of my hole sent ripples of pleasure through my asshole and radiating out through my butt. Having him working his fist slowly up and down my stiff, aching dick was sending ripples of pleasure through it and radiating out through my pubes. I lay there with my eyes closed and my lips slightly parted, my mind spinning with the pleasure and my entire body feeling like it was pulsating. Then I opened my eyes a crack and looked up at his face, at the glow in his cheeks and his rose-red lips parted and moist with his spittle, and at those deep blue eyes half closed and glazed with the arousal and pleasure passing through his own body. Our eyes met and his lips curled into a slight grin, as did mine. He continued to stare down into my face and I continued to stare up into his as he worked his dick in and out of my hot, moist hole, and as he continued to pump my rock-hard, aching cock. The look on his face was the greatest thing I had ever seen. You could see the pleasure he was feeling, and the joy he was having in giving me pleasure and knowing that he was doing so. The delight he was giving me was more than I had imagined possible. I had willingly and eagerly accepted him into my body, and my hot, moist chute was now pulsating hotly and pleasantly, all pain long forgotten. My hot hole sheathed my best friend's cock, surrounding it with warmth and eagerly awaiting his hot, delightful offering. We were both close to climax. I could tell that in his eyes, and I knew he could tell the same in mine. His grin grew wider, and so did mine. This was so fantastic watching each other's faces as our dicks ached and strained with the same itch, as he began to work his hips to and fro faster and faster and to beat my irritated cock more and more rapidly. It was so fantastic watching each other's expressions as our nuts contracted and drew up to the base of our cocks, as our young boy cum raced up the core of our dicks and shot out of our burning knobs at the same time. His face contorted with that sweet pleasure as he shot his load up my butt and at the same time I threw my head back and inhaled sharply as I shot mine over my chest. I could feel his dick throbbing deep inside me, squirting his cum deep into my rectum, filling me with his sweet cream. He thrust his cock in and out of me and gasped for breath, and he smiled down at me with pure ecstasy. At the same time my cum flew through the air in an arch and struck me in the middle of the chest. Being fourteen, I had a copious load every time I climaxed, and this afternoon was no exception. Shot after shot erupted from my pulsating organ, which Chris was still gripping tightly in his fist. It landed in thick globs on my heaving chest, striking my nipples, spattering over my fleshy boy breasts and oozing down my sides. It was one of the most violent ejaculations I had ever had, and later Chris confessed the same about his. We lay united and motionless after those violent waves of ejaculation for a long time, and then Chris bent lower and licked the highest shot of cum on my chest. As he worked his way down to the next shot, his dick began to ease out of my ass. It was so hot watching him licking up my cum and feeling him still inside me. He finally slipped out of my hole, but he still lay there between my legs licking the cum off my chest. His tongue lapped up each creamy puddle, and then followed the streaks where they had dribbled down along my ribs. As he got closer to my dick, I told him to lie down beside me because I wanted to suck on his so I could taste his cum too. He did and I slipped his damp, softening tool in my mouth and started sucking. Pressing my lips tightly about his warm, rubbery cock and working my mouth up and down as I sucked, I milked the remainder of his cum out of it. His final drops were thick and stuck to my tongue. They were sweet and salty at the same time and tasted delicious to me. At the same time Chris took my dick in his mouth and sucked out the last of my boy cream. When we finished, we kissed each other, and I could taste my cum on Chris's lips and smell my cum on his breath, and he said he could taste and smell his too. We lay there naked on the sofa kissing and cuddling for a long time. It was wonderful just being held, just having another boy's warm, naked body against mine. My first coming out could not have been better, and the first sexual experience either of us had ever had could not have been more perfect. I had no idea how long our relationship was going to last, or what the future was going to bring the two of us, but I knew at that moment, my best buddy had become my first lover, and I was on top of the world.