(This is another story I discovered on that floppy disc. I didn't get any further in it than the beginning, and I don't even remember where it was going, but it made an interesting story in itself, so I thought I would it share with you. - Neil)
Life was much more simple thirty years ago. Pong was the latest in high-tech home gaming systems and Disco was all the rage on the dance floors around the nation. I didn't mind the music as much as I minded the silly jackets and bellbottom pants the guys always wore, and The Hustle was nothing more than a stupid dance. Of course, John Travolta would change all that when he hit the big screen in Saturday Night Fever, but, when I was eighteen, that was still a few years away.
I still remember that day so long ago. It was a day I will never forget.
"What do I do?" I shouted over the noise of the engine.
"Just put your arms around me and hold on" Kevin called over his shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his chest, clasped my hands together, and pressed myself as close to him as I could. I'll be honest - I was scared shitless. My short eighteen years of life flashed before my eyes, and there wasn't much of it for me to see. It would all come to an end, I was certain, sitting behind my best friend on the back of his motorcycle.
Kevin spun his head around and said, "Now, try to relax as much as you can. When I lean the bike, you lean with me. Okay?"
I nodded nervously, even though I hadn't hear a word he said. Kevin flipped his toe, released his left hand from the clutch, and started the motorcycle down the street. I pulled myself even closer, burying my face into his shoulder, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. Kevin grabbed my right hand, prying it away from my left.
"Easy there, buddy," I heard him say. "Let me breathe a bit." He moved my hand down to his stomach. "Now, relax! Breathe deep and watch out for the bugs."
I tried to relax myself and thought I was doing well until the bike suddenly leaned to the left. Instinctively, I leaned to the right so I would remain upright. Kevin managed to turn the corner without making us a lawn ornament, then called to me, "Don't be scared. Watch over my shoulder. When we turn a corner, lean with the bike. It's just like riding your ten-speed."
"My ten-speed," I shouted back, "doesn't go two hundred miles an hour!"
Kevin made a ‘bruck-bruck' sound and laughed. "Okay, pal. We're turning to the right. Ready?" The motorcycle leaned right. Kevin leaned right. I stuck close to his body and leaned right, too. Moments later, we were straightening up again and heading on down the street.
"Way to go, Marty!" Kevin hollered. "Now, hold on!"
We had turned onto the highway and Kevin opened the throttle. The bike leapt forward and off we went. I suddenly found myself thrusting my left fist into the air in a victory punch and yelling "WOO-HOO!" at the top of my lungs. Kevin laughed with me and I became aware of my hand on his stomach as it moved, noticing for the first time that my hand lay over the waistband of his jeans. At the same time, I became aware of Kevin's smell. After shave or deodorant. I couldn't be sure.
Then, to my horror, I became aware of my chest pressed firmly into his back and my crotch shoved against his ass. Even more terrifying was the fact that I had a hardon that surely had to be making a furrow in his butt.
"What in hell should I do?" I thought in desperation. "Does he even notice it? How could he not notice it?" I tried to wiggle back in the seat and only managed to rub my dick back and forth across his ass cheeks, making it even harder.
"Don't worry about it, buddy," Kevin said over his shoulder. "It happens to the best of us." And suddenly he grabbed my hand and pushed it into his crotch. My palm met a long tube of hard flesh beneath the denim and I quickly pulled it back to rest again on his stomach. "Stick shift!" Kevin yelled and laughed again.
"Go fuck yourself," I yelled.
"Would if I could," was his response, followed by another hearty laugh.
My anxiety faded, but my hardon didn't. No matter what I thought about, the vibrations wouldn't stop, and the tingles travelled straight up my legs, through my nuts, and right to the tip of my cock. There was no escape. All I could do was try to keep from dumping a load in my jeans and hope that Kevin didn't puke if I did.
We kept riding, and soon we were zipping along country roads. Kevin seemed not to mind the pole shoved into his ass and I gradually stopped paying much attention to it and settled down to just enjoy the ride. With each mile came greater confidence and before long, I became secure enough to let my hands move around more freely without fear of falling off the back of the motorcycle.
"Hey, Kevin!" I shouted. "How about a smoke?"
"Shirt pocket," he called back to me.
I reached up, slid my hand into his jacket and grabbed the cigarettes. Realizing that, with Kevin set securely between my thighs, I had little chance of falling, I used both hands to open the package, take out a butt, and close it up. Casually, I slid the package back into his pocket and felt around for the lighter. There wasn't one.
In response to my question, Kevin answered simply, "Right pants pocket."
"Why in hell do you carry it there?" I asked.
"Because, ‘Brain'," he said sarcastically, "it falls out of my shirt!"
I waited. "Well, aren't you going to get it for me?"
"Not without standing up, I can't," he replied. "If you want it, you'll have to get it yourself."
I found his pocket and slide my fingers inside. His tight jeans were made even tighter as he straddled the bike. There was very little room to move around in, and I had to wiggle my hand to work my way in. Finally, Kevin leaned back to make it easier for me and my hand suddenly slid in. For the second time my hand was full of Kevin's hard tool. Again, I pulled my hand back.
"Hurry up, will ya?" Kevin shouted.
"Well, it would be a whole lot easier if that fuckin' thing wasn't in the way."
"Yeah, right, asshole," he answered accusingly. "And just who has whose dick shoved up whose butt!" And then he laughed and said, "It's cool, man. Just go over it or around it. Be careful, though, or you'll have me whitewashing some poor dude's windshield."
"You should have done that before we left," I teased.
"I did. While you were in the shower. Now, hurry up, damn it! Here comes a car!"
I shoved my hand into his pocket. Somehow, I managed to squeeze over his cock which seemed to grow even harder under my palm. I trapped the lighter between my fingers, wriggling and twisting my hand over the rod of flesh lying along Kevin's hip. My hand pulled free with a jerk.
"Shit, man," I cursed as Kevin leaned forward again. "If I have to go through that every time I want a smoke, I'll quit!"
I lit the cigarette after hiding behind Kevin, who broke the wind enough to get the lighter going, and then he leaned back into me again.
When I told Kevin that I'd hold the lighter until we stopped, he leaned forward once more. I had just tucked the lighter into my back pocket when Kevin opened the throttle and the motorcycle took off as if he's hit the afterburners. I grabbed frantically at the body in front of me, finally getting hold and wrapping my arms around him. If I'd held him any tighter, we'd have been sitting in the same seat.
I held my breath and held onto Kevin. The world zoomed past me in a blur of colour. We rode for a few minutes with Kevin whipping the bike around corners and with me almost chewing through my lip. I was holding on so hard that I felt certain that my fingernails were going to leave permanent indents in Kevin's belly. But at least my fear made me lose my hardon.
Finally, we turned onto a road I hadn't been on in years. I relaxed my grip on him, but when he turned onto a path, he stopped the bike and, without turning around, spoke just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the engine, "Hold onto me or fall off. Your choice." He didn't sound happy anymore.
I grabbed hold once again as the bike took off along the path, dodging rocks and trees. I don't know which surprised me more - the speed at which Kevin tore through the forest, or his sudden unexplained hostility. At any rate, I didn't have the time to think about either of them. It was all I could do to keep myself in the seat.
My arms locked around Kevin's body and my legs squeezed into his hips. I even managed to latch onto his denim jacket with my teeth. If Kevin bounced, I bounced. If he twisted, I twisted, too. I was determined not to let him go anywhere without me.
Fortunately, the ride was a short one and we broke out of the woods only minutes later. Kevin drew to a stop at the edge of the pond where we had spent many summer days soaking up rays when we were kids. I had learned to swim here.
He turned of the engine and the silence of the small lake surrounded us. "I need to take a swim," Kevin said calmly. "Could you let go of me, please?"
I untangled myself from him and slid back in the seat. My legs were still shaking and I was afraid to trust them to hold me up.
Kevin heaved back on the bike to set it on its stand and, with a practised move, got off without kicking me in the chops. He stood there, silent, staring out over the water for several minutes. I left him alone with his thoughts while my legs slowly stopped shaking. Then I carefully got off the bike and stepped over to stand beside him, looking to see what it was that he was seeing.
Then, in a very soft, almost lonely voice, he said, "I wish we were fourteen again."
"Yeah."
He sat down on the long grass and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and handed one to me. I retrieved his lighter, lit his smoke, then mine, and handed it to him, but he was lost in whatever was out there. I slid the lighter into his pants pocket.
We sat, smoking in silence, Kevin staring at the pond and me staring at him. His eyes were watery, as if he were going to start crying. He looked like a little boy who didn't get the toy he wanted for Christmas.
"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.
"I screwed up, that's all," he answered. "I'll deal with it."
"Can I help?"
Kevin turned toward me, his face suddenly filled with hostility. "Don't you fucking listen?!" he yelled. "I said I'd deal with it!" Instinctively, I leaned away from him as he ground his cigarette into the grass and stood up.
He pulled off his jacket and threw it to the grass as I stood up. "Kevin," I said to him, but he ignored me and grabbed his shirt and yanked. One button hit me on the forehead. The others would never be seen again.
"Kevin!" I shouted. He yanked again and material ripped. I was scared, more for him than for myself, now, and I grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled his name for the third time.
He jerked himself out of my grasp, pulled back his fist, ready to plow me in the face, and cried out "You fucking bastard!" And then he froze. A look of fear came into his eyes, more intense than the anger I had seen moments before. And then he started to cry.
Kevin allowed himself to be pulled into my arms where he buried his face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I didn't have a clue what was wrong with him, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go through it alone.
He wrapped his own arms around me and held tight. His hair tickled my chin. I reached one hand to stroke the side of his head, but said nothing. I could only show him that he didn't have to go through it alone.
Eventually, his crying stopped and he slowly moved back, hanging his head in shame and wiping his eyes with his shirt tail. "I feel so stupid," he said finally.
"You look stupid, too," I told him, "but I still like you." I grabbed my own t-shirt to wipe away a tear that was trailing down his cheek. "Now," I continued, "will you tell me what's wrong?"
"No, I can't," he answered with an embarrassed grin.
"That's cool. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just feel foolish is all. I'm really sorry, you know?"
"I know. And I'm sorry, too," I said, "if I did anything to get you so pissed off."
"Don't be. It's me. Not you." He looked so innocent standing there, like a little boy who had knocked over his milk and didn't know what he should do. He lifted the torn shirt and held it open. "I kind of wrecked it, huh?"
I chuckled. "Well," I said, "I'm a bit curious to know how much you spend on clothes each week."
"I guess I shouldn't have done that," he said. "I only brought two shirts with me." Then Kevin asked me as he took off the shirt and examined it, "Did you see where the buttons went?"
"In orbit around Mars by now, I think." We laughed hard, and Kevin turned all serious, leaned forward, and kissed me on the cheek. It surprised the hell out of me.
In explanation, he said, "I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend. Was that stupid, too?"
"Not really, I guess," I answered. "But, if I were you, I'd be sure I could outrun any men I went around kissing on the cheek."
Kevin looked out at the water again, then he asked, "Would you go swimming with me? I don't like to swim alone."
"Sure." As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, Kevin kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans. I saw curly blond hair at the base of his cock. "Are you going in skinny?"
"I have to," was his response. "I don't wear underwear."
Suddenly nervous, I looked all around us. "Aw, get serious, Marty," he teased. "When was the last time you ever saw anyone else here?"
Kevin was already pulling the jeans of his leg when I answered, "I guess you're right." He'd grown up a lot since he left almost three years ago. Instead of the skinny little runt who always got teased in school, he was now a rather handsome, well-built young man who would easily put a lot of the bullies to shame. No wonder I had such trouble getting around his cock; it had grown a lot since I'd last seen it and it now looked bigger than mine. His balls were a lot bigger than mine, too.
He waited as I finished undressing and I realized that this may have been what he meant when he said he wanted to be fourteen again. I remembered all the time we'd spent together here. We were always naked, then, swimming, wrestling, playing, and just being kids.
We even jerked off for the first time here. We were twelve, and Kevin couldn't wait to show me what he'd seen his older brother doing. We didn't know anything about cumming then (he didn't stick around long enough to see his brother shoot) and when it happened to me the first time, it scared the shit out of both of us. I was sure I'd broken something inside, but when I didn't die and nothing fell off, we talked about it.
Kevin wanted to know what it was like and I told him that it felt like I had to pee except that it felt a million times better. I shot another load a while later and it was just as incredible. Every time we could after that we'd drop our pants and diddle ourselves.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he had to wait almost half a year before his first real orgasm. I watched, amazed, as he clenched his eyes shut, scrunched up his face like he was trying to shit out a bowling pin, opened his mouth to scream but only managed a series of animal grunts and pounded his young dick so hard that I thought he'd break it off. And then his boy-juice shot out in a stream. Just one stream, but it shot about three feet straight up and was half way back down before it stopped coming out.
Kevin's cum was everywhere. Hands, legs, chest, face. It was in his hair and on the grass. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.
After that, we became addicted to our bodies, finding time to be alone with the sole purpose of making ourselves feel good. We gradually discovered that it could feel even better when we did it to each other. We never went farther than just jerking each other off. Never even thought about it. I don't know about Kevin, but I didn't have a clue that anything else could be done and I didn't have the imagination to even think of it.
But, yeah, I could see Kevin's point in wanting to be fourteen again, with nothing else to worry about except ‘making the white stuff shoot'.
When I was naked, we ran together into the water, dove headfirst, and came up for air a fair distance from shore. I felt fourteen again as we splashed, joked, dunked each other, and squirted water between our teeth. I was the first one to get tired and waded to the shore. Kevin called me a ‘wimp', but he followed me out and lay beside me in the cool grass to let the sun dry us off.
We talked about old times first, about all the crazy things we'd done together, and then we caught up on what had happened to us since Kevin had left town.
He was telling me all about his brother getting arrested for stealing a car when his voice faded away and my mind drifted off. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I could feel something itchy trailing across my stomach. I brushed at it with my hand, but it came back. I opened my eyes and there was Kevin, sitting naked beside me with a blade of grass in his hand, tickling me with it.
"Fuck off!" I said, somewhat perturbed.
"Teach you for falling asleep on me." Kevin continued teasing the grass over my skin.
"I said, ‘Fuck Off!'"
"Make me, Wimp."
I grabbed at his arm and suddenly we were wrestling, rolling each other over, each taking turns being superior. But I had underestimated Kevin and quickly realized that he far out-powered me.
Before I knew what was happening, Kevin had me flat on my back, straddling my chest, and, with my wrists firmly grasped in his hand, fighting to get control of my arms. Then, with a strength that surprised me totally, Kevin flung my arms apart and pinned them flat on the ground behind my head. I was helpless. He had won easily. His body loomed above me, glistening in the sun from the sweat. I felt something against my cheek and a quick peek told me that it was Kevin's cock. Kevin felt it, too, and looked down to watch as his cock began to grow. He released his grip on my arms and leaned back. Neither of us said anything, too amazed by what was happening to him.
I felt my own cock begin to stir, but it was different than when we were younger. It was a moment of pure sexuality, and I was reacting to it. I became aware of the heat from Kevin's ass where it touched my skin and I kind of liked how it felt.
Kevin reacted much more quickly to the situation than I did. In only seconds, his chest began to heave with his excited breath. His cock throbbed before my eyes, jerking with each beat of his heart. And then I felt his ass begin to quiver and his legs squeezed tighter against my sides.
I watched in awe as his cock head grew to a large, silky-smooth helmet topping a thick, seven inch shaft. Kevin's entire body began to shake as he looked at his bloated cock. His mouth opened and his hand reached down to wrap itself around the fleshy pole just as the first blast of jism shot out of it. He didn't even stroke it. He simply squeezed his cock as streams of cream were unleashed everywhere. Moans of absolute ecstasy filled the air.
I looked at his face. His dark blue eyes were staring down into my own brown eyes with a look I had never seen before. Suddenly, I felt something on my chin and my eyes returned to his crotch. The head of Kevin's cock rested on my chin, held down by his own hand.
In slow motion I could see as Kevin's fist tightened on the shaft where he held his cock just behind the ridge. His cockhead swelled before my eyes. It was like a pure-white train emerging from a tunnel and aimed straight for me. I had the strange sensation of some poor unfortunate staring down the barrel of a gun an instant before the bullet blows his head off.
The cum shot across my face, into my mouth and nose, onto my forehead, into my hair, and beyond. I thought I would puke, yet the orgasm was so amazing to watch, and the taste not all that unpleasant that I just let it happen.
Another shot landed on my face before Kevin's orgasm began to subside. The rest of his cum oozed out, dropping off the tip and onto my lips. Kevin stroked slowly, milking the last of the cream along the tube. His legs relaxed their pressure and then his hand froze. He looked at me as if he were seeing me there for the first time and a look of horror swept across his handsome face.
"Oh, God," he said very softly, and then louder, "Oh, God, what have I done?" He rose quickly to his feet and looked down at me. He looked into my face, his eyes searching mine, and then, with contempt in his voice, said, "You really screwed up this time, you fucking bastard!"
I thought he was talking to me as he stood over me, shaking his head back and forth, and then he said, "You should never have brought him back here! Never!" I knew then that he was talking to himself.
He remained silent for a few long moments and I watched as a single tear escaped his right eye and rolled down his cheek. Then, in a whisper, he said, "I should be dead."
A scream of total anguish filled the afternoon air, sending birds into flight across the pond. Kevin took off running naked into the woods, screaming all the way.
I got to my feet as fast as possible and saw his body disappear among the trees. I pulled on my jeans and slid my shoes on without tying them and ran after him.
I called out his name until my voice started to crack before I made my way back to the pond. Kevin's clothes were still there where he'd dropped them. I washed my face and hair in the pond. Kevin's cum had dried there. I returned to his clothes, pulled out a cigarette, found his lighter, and sat down to think, to figure out what in hell had happened. A billion thoughts raced through my mind at once, and today, I'm only clear on a few of them. I know I was very worried about Kevin, and I remember wondering how I was going to get back home. The rest is something of a blur.
Gradually, the sun dipped past the trees and shadows fell across me. My stomach was rumbling and I was feeling chilly. I searched around and found some branches and dry leaves and built a small fire. I was even more worried for Kevin. If I was feeling cool with all my clothes on and a fire burning beside me, he must have been freezing.
All the while, I kept calling his name in case he was trying to find his way back, and, finally, when the trees were nothing but dark shapes against the sky, I heard my name called quietly from behind me.
I jumped up and looked in the direction of the voice. "Kevin?" I said. "Where are you? I can't see you."
Again, the voice was almost a whisper, "Right here. Could you bring my clothes to me?"
"For fuck's sake, Kevin," I yelled, "get over here by the fire!"
His voice didn't change as he said, "Please, Martin. Bring me my clothes. I don't want you to see me this way."
I knew better than to question him. The only time he ever called me ‘Martin" was when he was being very serious. I grabbed up his clothes in one hand and a burning stick in the other and moved toward his voice. "Where are you? Talk to me, Kevin."
"I can see you," he answered. "Just set them down and go back. I'll be there in a minute."
I set his clothes on the ground and went back to the fire to wait. I could hear rustling behind me, and then soft footsteps which stopped beside me. "Just let me warm up a bit and then I'll take you home and get the hell out of your life."
I stood and looked into his face. Even in the firelight, I could see that he was scratched and his eyes were frighteningly red and puffy. I reached up gently to touch his cheek, but he started to pull away.
"Don't you dare move, Kevin," I told him threateningly. He froze and my fingertips touched his face. The skin was cold to the touch and I could feel him quivering.
"My God," I said to him as I reached up with my other hand to pull him toward me. He resisted, but only for a moment, and then he fell into my arms and cried. I guided him to sit near the fire, caressing his arm soothingly. Still he cried, and I let him.
Slowly the cries turned to sobs, but I could still feel him shivering. "Don't move. I'll be right back. Okay?" Kevin nodded his response. I jumped up once more, grabbed a burning stick and headed off to find more wood.
Minutes later, I returned with an armload, which I set down near the fire. As I sat, I noticed that Kevin was now wrapped in a blanket. "It was in the saddlebag," he explained.
I piled fresh wood onto the fire, which quickly grew, giving off a very pleasant warmth. "Here," said Kevin, and he held out a thin, nylon windbreaker. "I have my jacket."
"Thanks," I said, and, taking it, quickly put it on. When I looked at Kevin again, he was holding the blanket open with one arm, indicating that he was willing to share it.
"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's okay. As long as you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" I asked as I settled in beside him, snuggled close, and pulled the blanket around me.
"I don't know. I just thought you might not want to be near me."
The fire blazed in front of us. All around us was dark, except for the sparks floating into the sky to become baby stars. We sat in silence for a long while.
I spoke first, breaking the silence: "Are you ready to talk yet?"
Kevin answered softly, "I think it would be better if I just took you home and got the hell away from you."
"Well, bundle up, buddy, ‘cause I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong. I've never seen you like this before, all fun and games one minute and trying to drive up a tree the next. I know something's wrong and I feel like shit because I can't do anything about it. If it's something I did, tell me. Just tell me."
Kevin shook his head gently. "It's nothing you did."
"Then it's something you did. Or didn't do. Right?" No response. "If it's you creaming all over me, then you can just forget that. Big deal! I heard it's good for the complexion."
Kevin remained silent, staring into the burning coals.
"Come on, pal," I encouraged. "Help me out here. There's never been a problem we haven't been able to work through before. Don't let this be the first. No secrets, remember? We swore a pact with our spit, remember?" Just before Kevin had moved away, we had spit into our right hands and clasped them together, sealing our friendship forever. Right here beside the pond, as a matter of fact.
"I don't think the pact covered this," he said finally. "Not when the secret can hurt someone. Make someone hate you."
I thought about that for a moment, then said, "There's nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you."
"It already has."
Exasperated, I said, "Okay, Kevin, you've lost me. Whatever gave you the idea that I hate you?"
Suddenly, Kevin turned to me and began talking in a whirl of words. And they were angry words. "Fuck, man, you really are stupid, aren't you! You don't have a clue what happened today, do you? Only a fucking idiot would believe that a motorcycle gives me a hardon! The first few times, sure, but not now! Christ! It was you, Marty! You! You gave me the fucking hardon!"
Kevin's eyes filled with tears again. He continued talking, but his expression changed and his voice became gentle, yet strained. Years of pain came out with his words.
"It was you, Marty," he repeated. "It was your arms around me; the feel of your hands touching me. That started it. I wanted it to go on forever, you touching me like that. And then I felt your erection pressing into my butt and I couldn't imagine anything else in the world that could feel so good. I've dreamed about something like that for years, and as much as I could dream it, it was a million times better. I wanted us to be like that forever, just you and me. Nobody else. I've never wanted anybody else to. . ."
It was as if Kevin was miles away as he confessed. I understood what he was saying, and what it meant, yet there was no anger in me. Nor was I repulsed by it, and that surprised me. The thought of having sex with another guy had never really crossed my mind, but it didn't bother me in. In fact, I was surprised to discover that my jeans were getting uncomfortably cramped.
I thought back to the motorcycle ride, to the way I was pressed up against Kevin, to the feel of his body between my legs and beneath my hands. And then I remembered my hand in his pocket, and the feel of his young cock straining against the denim, and suddenly, my own cock jumped to full attention. A very familiar tingle flowed through my balls, sending a chill of excitement up my spine, and I understood.
I tried to make myself sound as cheerful as possible as I said, "So, I guess my trying to get that lighter out of your pocket didn't help much, then." I chuckled to try and lighten the situation, but Kevin remained very serious.
"That was the worst. When I felt your hand touching my dick, I had to bite the inside of my cheek just to keep from cumming right then. And that's when I started really getting mad at myself. I should have stopped you, but I couldn't. I needed to feel you touching me again. Not the way we did when we were kids, but as a men. . . But I shouldn't have let it happen."
He glanced at me, as if to see my reaction, and looked back at the crackling fire as he continued. "I was afraid to have you near me after that. I just wanted to get away from you before I made you go away forever. I wanted to take you back home, but that was too far; and then I thought of the pond. I thought that maybe a swim would cool me off, or I could sneak away and take care of myself. I even felt better about it, until we started to undress, and it hit me that I'd be naked, and you probably would be, too. I don't know. Maybe I needed to see you naked so much that I made it happen. I just don't know."
He paused and I waited. He took a deep breath. "Anyway, the swimming helped a bit, but I was still mad at myself for even coming here in the first place."
I interrupted at this point, saying, "You don't have to go on. I understand, and it's okay."
"No, you don't. You have to know why I have to go as far away from you as I can." I grabbed up a few more sticks of wood and tossed them onto the fire.
Kevin waited until I had settled back under the blanket, then sucked in another big breath and continued, "I touched you when you fell asleep. I was sitting there, just looking at you. You were so beautiful to look at. I couldn't believe how beautiful you've become. I even kissed you. On the cheek, first, and then on the lips. That's when I came the first time. I didn't even touch myself. It just happened when I kissed you. Some of it splashed on your chest and I licked it off, and when I did, I came again. I thought that was enough. I'd seen you naked, I'd smelled you and tasted you. But I had to touch you. I put my hand on your - uh - penis and just left it there. I wanted to stoke you and make you hard, but somehow I didn't. Then I just sat back away from you and watched you sleep, thinking about all the things I would like to do to you, with you. I wanted to remember you just like that and to take that memory away with me when I left. I took a quick dip to clean off, then waited for you to wake up. I was even feeling pretty good by that time, and that's when I started to tickle you with the grass."
Kevin paused, and I knew what he was going to say next. I said it for him. "And then we started wrestling and you pinned me down."
He nodded. "At first, it was like we were kids again. I didn't feel grown up at all. We were fourteen-year-olds doing what fourteen-year-olds do. I was having fun. I forgot everything else and I let myself just have fun. It was great until I looked down and saw my dick beside your face, and then I remembered where I was."
His voice faded away and, for the first time since I sat down, Kevin looked into my eyes. We were so close I could see the pupils sparkling in the firelight and I could feel his breath blowing across my face. The torment was so easy to see. I couldn't possibly have imagined what he was going through at that moment.
His voice was very soft and sincere when he said, "You have to believe me, Marty. You must believe me. The orgasm started the instant I looked down. I wasn't even hard and I knew I was going to shoot again, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. And it will happen again if I stick around here. I've even got a hardon now. I want to cum so bad right now it hurts, and I want you to be with me when I do. But I'd rather die than put you through anything like that again."
He looked back into the fire before he concluded, "I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. There isn't anything or anyone who means as much to me as you do. I guess I've always loved you, even when we were kids. I didn't know then why I did, and I didn't even know when I moved away a few years ago. But I've learned since. I've never been with anybody else. Man or woman. I don't even want to be. I only want to be with you, and that's why I have to go away from here and never come back. Your best friend shouldn't be a faggot. But before I go, I need to know if you will ever be able to forgive me for what I've done to you."
My response was immediate and without any hesitation. To this day, I don't know why I did it. I just know what I had to, and I found it surprisingly easy. My hand reached out, my fingers barely touching Kevin's chin, and I turned his head to face me. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, and then I slowly leaned forward, tilting my head slightly. Our lips met and we kissed.
Kevin jerked back. There was such a stunned look on his face that I wanted to laugh, but I reached behind his head instead, entwined my fingers in his hair, and pulled him toward me. For only a second, Kevin resisted. Then his body took over and he leaned into me to press his lips hard and lovingly against mine.
Thus began what I can safely say was the most passionate, exciting kiss I've ever experienced. Kevin's tongue pushed through my lips and pressed against my teeth. I opened my mouth slightly, and his tongue entered. Moments later, he began to shake. His breath came in gasps and he moaned into my mouth. I knew he was cumming in his jeans, and suddenly I felt my own balls swell. My cock throbbed, then, much to my surprise and pleasure, began to spurt a load of jizz into my own jeans.
We continued kissing, exploring each other's mouth until the orgasms subsided. Only then did we pull our lips apart. I didn't let Kevin get too far away, though, holding him close to me as he whispered "Holy, fuck" into my ear.
Our bodies slowly returned to normal. Somewhat reluctantly, I pushed Kevin away from me so I could look into his eyes. "Don't even think of going away."
Kevin looked wary.
"I like what just happened," I continued, "and I want to know if the rest of it feels as good. And I want us to find out together."
It was like the world had been lifted from Kevin's shoulders. He relaxed and smiled. "Is this a dream?"
"If it is," I answered, "I'm having the same one. I came, too."
Kevin leaned forward to kiss me once more. Just a quick one, but equally as pleasant as the other.
"Let's go home," I said quietly.
BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
Life was much more simple thirty years ago. Pong was the latest in high-tech home gaming systems and Disco was all the rage on the dance floors around the nation. I didn't mind the music as much as I minded the silly jackets and bellbottom pants the guys always wore, and The Hustle was nothing more than a stupid dance. Of course, John Travolta would change all that when he hit the big screen in Saturday Night Fever, but, when I was eighteen, that was still a few years away.
I still remember that day so long ago. It was a day I will never forget.
"What do I do?" I shouted over the noise of the engine.
"Just put your arms around me and hold on" Kevin called over his shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his chest, clasped my hands together, and pressed myself as close to him as I could. I'll be honest - I was scared shitless. My short eighteen years of life flashed before my eyes, and there wasn't much of it for me to see. It would all come to an end, I was certain, sitting behind my best friend on the back of his motorcycle.
Kevin spun his head around and said, "Now, try to relax as much as you can. When I lean the bike, you lean with me. Okay?"
I nodded nervously, even though I hadn't hear a word he said. Kevin flipped his toe, released his left hand from the clutch, and started the motorcycle down the street. I pulled myself even closer, burying my face into his shoulder, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. Kevin grabbed my right hand, prying it away from my left.
"Easy there, buddy," I heard him say. "Let me breathe a bit." He moved my hand down to his stomach. "Now, relax! Breathe deep and watch out for the bugs."
I tried to relax myself and thought I was doing well until the bike suddenly leaned to the left. Instinctively, I leaned to the right so I would remain upright. Kevin managed to turn the corner without making us a lawn ornament, then called to me, "Don't be scared. Watch over my shoulder. When we turn a corner, lean with the bike. It's just like riding your ten-speed."
"My ten-speed," I shouted back, "doesn't go two hundred miles an hour!"
Kevin made a ‘bruck-bruck' sound and laughed. "Okay, pal. We're turning to the right. Ready?" The motorcycle leaned right. Kevin leaned right. I stuck close to his body and leaned right, too. Moments later, we were straightening up again and heading on down the street.
"Way to go, Marty!" Kevin hollered. "Now, hold on!"
We had turned onto the highway and Kevin opened the throttle. The bike leapt forward and off we went. I suddenly found myself thrusting my left fist into the air in a victory punch and yelling "WOO-HOO!" at the top of my lungs. Kevin laughed with me and I became aware of my hand on his stomach as it moved, noticing for the first time that my hand lay over the waistband of his jeans. At the same time, I became aware of Kevin's smell. After shave or deodorant. I couldn't be sure.
Then, to my horror, I became aware of my chest pressed firmly into his back and my crotch shoved against his ass. Even more terrifying was the fact that I had a hardon that surely had to be making a furrow in his butt.
"What in hell should I do?" I thought in desperation. "Does he even notice it? How could he not notice it?" I tried to wiggle back in the seat and only managed to rub my dick back and forth across his ass cheeks, making it even harder.
"Don't worry about it, buddy," Kevin said over his shoulder. "It happens to the best of us." And suddenly he grabbed my hand and pushed it into his crotch. My palm met a long tube of hard flesh beneath the denim and I quickly pulled it back to rest again on his stomach. "Stick shift!" Kevin yelled and laughed again.
"Go fuck yourself," I yelled.
"Would if I could," was his response, followed by another hearty laugh.
My anxiety faded, but my hardon didn't. No matter what I thought about, the vibrations wouldn't stop, and the tingles travelled straight up my legs, through my nuts, and right to the tip of my cock. There was no escape. All I could do was try to keep from dumping a load in my jeans and hope that Kevin didn't puke if I did.
We kept riding, and soon we were zipping along country roads. Kevin seemed not to mind the pole shoved into his ass and I gradually stopped paying much attention to it and settled down to just enjoy the ride. With each mile came greater confidence and before long, I became secure enough to let my hands move around more freely without fear of falling off the back of the motorcycle.
"Hey, Kevin!" I shouted. "How about a smoke?"
"Shirt pocket," he called back to me.
I reached up, slid my hand into his jacket and grabbed the cigarettes. Realizing that, with Kevin set securely between my thighs, I had little chance of falling, I used both hands to open the package, take out a butt, and close it up. Casually, I slid the package back into his pocket and felt around for the lighter. There wasn't one.
In response to my question, Kevin answered simply, "Right pants pocket."
"Why in hell do you carry it there?" I asked.
"Because, ‘Brain'," he said sarcastically, "it falls out of my shirt!"
I waited. "Well, aren't you going to get it for me?"
"Not without standing up, I can't," he replied. "If you want it, you'll have to get it yourself."
I found his pocket and slide my fingers inside. His tight jeans were made even tighter as he straddled the bike. There was very little room to move around in, and I had to wiggle my hand to work my way in. Finally, Kevin leaned back to make it easier for me and my hand suddenly slid in. For the second time my hand was full of Kevin's hard tool. Again, I pulled my hand back.
"Hurry up, will ya?" Kevin shouted.
"Well, it would be a whole lot easier if that fuckin' thing wasn't in the way."
"Yeah, right, asshole," he answered accusingly. "And just who has whose dick shoved up whose butt!" And then he laughed and said, "It's cool, man. Just go over it or around it. Be careful, though, or you'll have me whitewashing some poor dude's windshield."
"You should have done that before we left," I teased.
"I did. While you were in the shower. Now, hurry up, damn it! Here comes a car!"
I shoved my hand into his pocket. Somehow, I managed to squeeze over his cock which seemed to grow even harder under my palm. I trapped the lighter between my fingers, wriggling and twisting my hand over the rod of flesh lying along Kevin's hip. My hand pulled free with a jerk.
"Shit, man," I cursed as Kevin leaned forward again. "If I have to go through that every time I want a smoke, I'll quit!"
I lit the cigarette after hiding behind Kevin, who broke the wind enough to get the lighter going, and then he leaned back into me again.
When I told Kevin that I'd hold the lighter until we stopped, he leaned forward once more. I had just tucked the lighter into my back pocket when Kevin opened the throttle and the motorcycle took off as if he's hit the afterburners. I grabbed frantically at the body in front of me, finally getting hold and wrapping my arms around him. If I'd held him any tighter, we'd have been sitting in the same seat.
I held my breath and held onto Kevin. The world zoomed past me in a blur of colour. We rode for a few minutes with Kevin whipping the bike around corners and with me almost chewing through my lip. I was holding on so hard that I felt certain that my fingernails were going to leave permanent indents in Kevin's belly. But at least my fear made me lose my hardon.
Finally, we turned onto a road I hadn't been on in years. I relaxed my grip on him, but when he turned onto a path, he stopped the bike and, without turning around, spoke just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the engine, "Hold onto me or fall off. Your choice." He didn't sound happy anymore.
I grabbed hold once again as the bike took off along the path, dodging rocks and trees. I don't know which surprised me more - the speed at which Kevin tore through the forest, or his sudden unexplained hostility. At any rate, I didn't have the time to think about either of them. It was all I could do to keep myself in the seat.
My arms locked around Kevin's body and my legs squeezed into his hips. I even managed to latch onto his denim jacket with my teeth. If Kevin bounced, I bounced. If he twisted, I twisted, too. I was determined not to let him go anywhere without me.
Fortunately, the ride was a short one and we broke out of the woods only minutes later. Kevin drew to a stop at the edge of the pond where we had spent many summer days soaking up rays when we were kids. I had learned to swim here.
He turned of the engine and the silence of the small lake surrounded us. "I need to take a swim," Kevin said calmly. "Could you let go of me, please?"
I untangled myself from him and slid back in the seat. My legs were still shaking and I was afraid to trust them to hold me up.
Kevin heaved back on the bike to set it on its stand and, with a practised move, got off without kicking me in the chops. He stood there, silent, staring out over the water for several minutes. I left him alone with his thoughts while my legs slowly stopped shaking. Then I carefully got off the bike and stepped over to stand beside him, looking to see what it was that he was seeing.
Then, in a very soft, almost lonely voice, he said, "I wish we were fourteen again."
"Yeah."
He sat down on the long grass and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and handed one to me. I retrieved his lighter, lit his smoke, then mine, and handed it to him, but he was lost in whatever was out there. I slid the lighter into his pants pocket.
We sat, smoking in silence, Kevin staring at the pond and me staring at him. His eyes were watery, as if he were going to start crying. He looked like a little boy who didn't get the toy he wanted for Christmas.
"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.
"I screwed up, that's all," he answered. "I'll deal with it."
"Can I help?"
Kevin turned toward me, his face suddenly filled with hostility. "Don't you fucking listen?!" he yelled. "I said I'd deal with it!" Instinctively, I leaned away from him as he ground his cigarette into the grass and stood up.
He pulled off his jacket and threw it to the grass as I stood up. "Kevin," I said to him, but he ignored me and grabbed his shirt and yanked. One button hit me on the forehead. The others would never be seen again.
"Kevin!" I shouted. He yanked again and material ripped. I was scared, more for him than for myself, now, and I grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled his name for the third time.
He jerked himself out of my grasp, pulled back his fist, ready to plow me in the face, and cried out "You fucking bastard!" And then he froze. A look of fear came into his eyes, more intense than the anger I had seen moments before. And then he started to cry.
Kevin allowed himself to be pulled into my arms where he buried his face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I didn't have a clue what was wrong with him, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go through it alone.
He wrapped his own arms around me and held tight. His hair tickled my chin. I reached one hand to stroke the side of his head, but said nothing. I could only show him that he didn't have to go through it alone.
Eventually, his crying stopped and he slowly moved back, hanging his head in shame and wiping his eyes with his shirt tail. "I feel so stupid," he said finally.
"You look stupid, too," I told him, "but I still like you." I grabbed my own t-shirt to wipe away a tear that was trailing down his cheek. "Now," I continued, "will you tell me what's wrong?"
"No, I can't," he answered with an embarrassed grin.
"That's cool. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just feel foolish is all. I'm really sorry, you know?"
"I know. And I'm sorry, too," I said, "if I did anything to get you so pissed off."
"Don't be. It's me. Not you." He looked so innocent standing there, like a little boy who had knocked over his milk and didn't know what he should do. He lifted the torn shirt and held it open. "I kind of wrecked it, huh?"
I chuckled. "Well," I said, "I'm a bit curious to know how much you spend on clothes each week."
"I guess I shouldn't have done that," he said. "I only brought two shirts with me." Then Kevin asked me as he took off the shirt and examined it, "Did you see where the buttons went?"
"In orbit around Mars by now, I think." We laughed hard, and Kevin turned all serious, leaned forward, and kissed me on the cheek. It surprised the hell out of me.
In explanation, he said, "I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend. Was that stupid, too?"
"Not really, I guess," I answered. "But, if I were you, I'd be sure I could outrun any men I went around kissing on the cheek."
Kevin looked out at the water again, then he asked, "Would you go swimming with me? I don't like to swim alone."
"Sure." As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, Kevin kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans. I saw curly blond hair at the base of his cock. "Are you going in skinny?"
"I have to," was his response. "I don't wear underwear."
Suddenly nervous, I looked all around us. "Aw, get serious, Marty," he teased. "When was the last time you ever saw anyone else here?"
Kevin was already pulling the jeans of his leg when I answered, "I guess you're right." He'd grown up a lot since he left almost three years ago. Instead of the skinny little runt who always got teased in school, he was now a rather handsome, well-built young man who would easily put a lot of the bullies to shame. No wonder I had such trouble getting around his cock; it had grown a lot since I'd last seen it and it now looked bigger than mine. His balls were a lot bigger than mine, too.
He waited as I finished undressing and I realized that this may have been what he meant when he said he wanted to be fourteen again. I remembered all the time we'd spent together here. We were always naked, then, swimming, wrestling, playing, and just being kids.
We even jerked off for the first time here. We were twelve, and Kevin couldn't wait to show me what he'd seen his older brother doing. We didn't know anything about cumming then (he didn't stick around long enough to see his brother shoot) and when it happened to me the first time, it scared the shit out of both of us. I was sure I'd broken something inside, but when I didn't die and nothing fell off, we talked about it.
Kevin wanted to know what it was like and I told him that it felt like I had to pee except that it felt a million times better. I shot another load a while later and it was just as incredible. Every time we could after that we'd drop our pants and diddle ourselves.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he had to wait almost half a year before his first real orgasm. I watched, amazed, as he clenched his eyes shut, scrunched up his face like he was trying to shit out a bowling pin, opened his mouth to scream but only managed a series of animal grunts and pounded his young dick so hard that I thought he'd break it off. And then his boy-juice shot out in a stream. Just one stream, but it shot about three feet straight up and was half way back down before it stopped coming out.
Kevin's cum was everywhere. Hands, legs, chest, face. It was in his hair and on the grass. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.
After that, we became addicted to our bodies, finding time to be alone with the sole purpose of making ourselves feel good. We gradually discovered that it could feel even better when we did it to each other. We never went farther than just jerking each other off. Never even thought about it. I don't know about Kevin, but I didn't have a clue that anything else could be done and I didn't have the imagination to even think of it.
But, yeah, I could see Kevin's point in wanting to be fourteen again, with nothing else to worry about except ‘making the white stuff shoot'.
When I was naked, we ran together into the water, dove headfirst, and came up for air a fair distance from shore. I felt fourteen again as we splashed, joked, dunked each other, and squirted water between our teeth. I was the first one to get tired and waded to the shore. Kevin called me a ‘wimp', but he followed me out and lay beside me in the cool grass to let the sun dry us off.
We talked about old times first, about all the crazy things we'd done together, and then we caught up on what had happened to us since Kevin had left town.
He was telling me all about his brother getting arrested for stealing a car when his voice faded away and my mind drifted off. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I could feel something itchy trailing across my stomach. I brushed at it with my hand, but it came back. I opened my eyes and there was Kevin, sitting naked beside me with a blade of grass in his hand, tickling me with it.
"Fuck off!" I said, somewhat perturbed.
"Teach you for falling asleep on me." Kevin continued teasing the grass over my skin.
"I said, ‘Fuck Off!'"
"Make me, Wimp."
I grabbed at his arm and suddenly we were wrestling, rolling each other over, each taking turns being superior. But I had underestimated Kevin and quickly realized that he far out-powered me.
Before I knew what was happening, Kevin had me flat on my back, straddling my chest, and, with my wrists firmly grasped in his hand, fighting to get control of my arms. Then, with a strength that surprised me totally, Kevin flung my arms apart and pinned them flat on the ground behind my head. I was helpless. He had won easily. His body loomed above me, glistening in the sun from the sweat. I felt something against my cheek and a quick peek told me that it was Kevin's cock. Kevin felt it, too, and looked down to watch as his cock began to grow. He released his grip on my arms and leaned back. Neither of us said anything, too amazed by what was happening to him.
I felt my own cock begin to stir, but it was different than when we were younger. It was a moment of pure sexuality, and I was reacting to it. I became aware of the heat from Kevin's ass where it touched my skin and I kind of liked how it felt.
Kevin reacted much more quickly to the situation than I did. In only seconds, his chest began to heave with his excited breath. His cock throbbed before my eyes, jerking with each beat of his heart. And then I felt his ass begin to quiver and his legs squeezed tighter against my sides.
I watched in awe as his cock head grew to a large, silky-smooth helmet topping a thick, seven inch shaft. Kevin's entire body began to shake as he looked at his bloated cock. His mouth opened and his hand reached down to wrap itself around the fleshy pole just as the first blast of jism shot out of it. He didn't even stroke it. He simply squeezed his cock as streams of cream were unleashed everywhere. Moans of absolute ecstasy filled the air.
I looked at his face. His dark blue eyes were staring down into my own brown eyes with a look I had never seen before. Suddenly, I felt something on my chin and my eyes returned to his crotch. The head of Kevin's cock rested on my chin, held down by his own hand.
In slow motion I could see as Kevin's fist tightened on the shaft where he held his cock just behind the ridge. His cockhead swelled before my eyes. It was like a pure-white train emerging from a tunnel and aimed straight for me. I had the strange sensation of some poor unfortunate staring down the barrel of a gun an instant before the bullet blows his head off.
The cum shot across my face, into my mouth and nose, onto my forehead, into my hair, and beyond. I thought I would puke, yet the orgasm was so amazing to watch, and the taste not all that unpleasant that I just let it happen.
Another shot landed on my face before Kevin's orgasm began to subside. The rest of his cum oozed out, dropping off the tip and onto my lips. Kevin stroked slowly, milking the last of the cream along the tube. His legs relaxed their pressure and then his hand froze. He looked at me as if he were seeing me there for the first time and a look of horror swept across his handsome face.
"Oh, God," he said very softly, and then louder, "Oh, God, what have I done?" He rose quickly to his feet and looked down at me. He looked into my face, his eyes searching mine, and then, with contempt in his voice, said, "You really screwed up this time, you fucking bastard!"
I thought he was talking to me as he stood over me, shaking his head back and forth, and then he said, "You should never have brought him back here! Never!" I knew then that he was talking to himself.
He remained silent for a few long moments and I watched as a single tear escaped his right eye and rolled down his cheek. Then, in a whisper, he said, "I should be dead."
A scream of total anguish filled the afternoon air, sending birds into flight across the pond. Kevin took off running naked into the woods, screaming all the way.
I got to my feet as fast as possible and saw his body disappear among the trees. I pulled on my jeans and slid my shoes on without tying them and ran after him.
I called out his name until my voice started to crack before I made my way back to the pond. Kevin's clothes were still there where he'd dropped them. I washed my face and hair in the pond. Kevin's cum had dried there. I returned to his clothes, pulled out a cigarette, found his lighter, and sat down to think, to figure out what in hell had happened. A billion thoughts raced through my mind at once, and today, I'm only clear on a few of them. I know I was very worried about Kevin, and I remember wondering how I was going to get back home. The rest is something of a blur.
Gradually, the sun dipped past the trees and shadows fell across me. My stomach was rumbling and I was feeling chilly. I searched around and found some branches and dry leaves and built a small fire. I was even more worried for Kevin. If I was feeling cool with all my clothes on and a fire burning beside me, he must have been freezing.
All the while, I kept calling his name in case he was trying to find his way back, and, finally, when the trees were nothing but dark shapes against the sky, I heard my name called quietly from behind me.
I jumped up and looked in the direction of the voice. "Kevin?" I said. "Where are you? I can't see you."
Again, the voice was almost a whisper, "Right here. Could you bring my clothes to me?"
"For fuck's sake, Kevin," I yelled, "get over here by the fire!"
His voice didn't change as he said, "Please, Martin. Bring me my clothes. I don't want you to see me this way."
I knew better than to question him. The only time he ever called me ‘Martin" was when he was being very serious. I grabbed up his clothes in one hand and a burning stick in the other and moved toward his voice. "Where are you? Talk to me, Kevin."
"I can see you," he answered. "Just set them down and go back. I'll be there in a minute."
I set his clothes on the ground and went back to the fire to wait. I could hear rustling behind me, and then soft footsteps which stopped beside me. "Just let me warm up a bit and then I'll take you home and get the hell out of your life."
I stood and looked into his face. Even in the firelight, I could see that he was scratched and his eyes were frighteningly red and puffy. I reached up gently to touch his cheek, but he started to pull away.
"Don't you dare move, Kevin," I told him threateningly. He froze and my fingertips touched his face. The skin was cold to the touch and I could feel him quivering.
"My God," I said to him as I reached up with my other hand to pull him toward me. He resisted, but only for a moment, and then he fell into my arms and cried. I guided him to sit near the fire, caressing his arm soothingly. Still he cried, and I let him.
Slowly the cries turned to sobs, but I could still feel him shivering. "Don't move. I'll be right back. Okay?" Kevin nodded his response. I jumped up once more, grabbed a burning stick and headed off to find more wood.
Minutes later, I returned with an armload, which I set down near the fire. As I sat, I noticed that Kevin was now wrapped in a blanket. "It was in the saddlebag," he explained.
I piled fresh wood onto the fire, which quickly grew, giving off a very pleasant warmth. "Here," said Kevin, and he held out a thin, nylon windbreaker. "I have my jacket."
"Thanks," I said, and, taking it, quickly put it on. When I looked at Kevin again, he was holding the blanket open with one arm, indicating that he was willing to share it.
"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's okay. As long as you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" I asked as I settled in beside him, snuggled close, and pulled the blanket around me.
"I don't know. I just thought you might not want to be near me."
The fire blazed in front of us. All around us was dark, except for the sparks floating into the sky to become baby stars. We sat in silence for a long while.
I spoke first, breaking the silence: "Are you ready to talk yet?"
Kevin answered softly, "I think it would be better if I just took you home and got the hell away from you."
"Well, bundle up, buddy, ‘cause I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong. I've never seen you like this before, all fun and games one minute and trying to drive up a tree the next. I know something's wrong and I feel like shit because I can't do anything about it. If it's something I did, tell me. Just tell me."
Kevin shook his head gently. "It's nothing you did."
"Then it's something you did. Or didn't do. Right?" No response. "If it's you creaming all over me, then you can just forget that. Big deal! I heard it's good for the complexion."
Kevin remained silent, staring into the burning coals.
"Come on, pal," I encouraged. "Help me out here. There's never been a problem we haven't been able to work through before. Don't let this be the first. No secrets, remember? We swore a pact with our spit, remember?" Just before Kevin had moved away, we had spit into our right hands and clasped them together, sealing our friendship forever. Right here beside the pond, as a matter of fact.
"I don't think the pact covered this," he said finally. "Not when the secret can hurt someone. Make someone hate you."
I thought about that for a moment, then said, "There's nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you."
"It already has."
Exasperated, I said, "Okay, Kevin, you've lost me. Whatever gave you the idea that I hate you?"
Suddenly, Kevin turned to me and began talking in a whirl of words. And they were angry words. "Fuck, man, you really are stupid, aren't you! You don't have a clue what happened today, do you? Only a fucking idiot would believe that a motorcycle gives me a hardon! The first few times, sure, but not now! Christ! It was you, Marty! You! You gave me the fucking hardon!"
Kevin's eyes filled with tears again. He continued talking, but his expression changed and his voice became gentle, yet strained. Years of pain came out with his words.
"It was you, Marty," he repeated. "It was your arms around me; the feel of your hands touching me. That started it. I wanted it to go on forever, you touching me like that. And then I felt your erection pressing into my butt and I couldn't imagine anything else in the world that could feel so good. I've dreamed about something like that for years, and as much as I could dream it, it was a million times better. I wanted us to be like that forever, just you and me. Nobody else. I've never wanted anybody else to. . ."
It was as if Kevin was miles away as he confessed. I understood what he was saying, and what it meant, yet there was no anger in me. Nor was I repulsed by it, and that surprised me. The thought of having sex with another guy had never really crossed my mind, but it didn't bother me in. In fact, I was surprised to discover that my jeans were getting uncomfortably cramped.
I thought back to the motorcycle ride, to the way I was pressed up against Kevin, to the feel of his body between my legs and beneath my hands. And then I remembered my hand in his pocket, and the feel of his young cock straining against the denim, and suddenly, my own cock jumped to full attention. A very familiar tingle flowed through my balls, sending a chill of excitement up my spine, and I understood.
I tried to make myself sound as cheerful as possible as I said, "So, I guess my trying to get that lighter out of your pocket didn't help much, then." I chuckled to try and lighten the situation, but Kevin remained very serious.
"That was the worst. When I felt your hand touching my dick, I had to bite the inside of my cheek just to keep from cumming right then. And that's when I started really getting mad at myself. I should have stopped you, but I couldn't. I needed to feel you touching me again. Not the way we did when we were kids, but as a men. . . But I shouldn't have let it happen."
He glanced at me, as if to see my reaction, and looked back at the crackling fire as he continued. "I was afraid to have you near me after that. I just wanted to get away from you before I made you go away forever. I wanted to take you back home, but that was too far; and then I thought of the pond. I thought that maybe a swim would cool me off, or I could sneak away and take care of myself. I even felt better about it, until we started to undress, and it hit me that I'd be naked, and you probably would be, too. I don't know. Maybe I needed to see you naked so much that I made it happen. I just don't know."
He paused and I waited. He took a deep breath. "Anyway, the swimming helped a bit, but I was still mad at myself for even coming here in the first place."
I interrupted at this point, saying, "You don't have to go on. I understand, and it's okay."
"No, you don't. You have to know why I have to go as far away from you as I can." I grabbed up a few more sticks of wood and tossed them onto the fire.
Kevin waited until I had settled back under the blanket, then sucked in another big breath and continued, "I touched you when you fell asleep. I was sitting there, just looking at you. You were so beautiful to look at. I couldn't believe how beautiful you've become. I even kissed you. On the cheek, first, and then on the lips. That's when I came the first time. I didn't even touch myself. It just happened when I kissed you. Some of it splashed on your chest and I licked it off, and when I did, I came again. I thought that was enough. I'd seen you naked, I'd smelled you and tasted you. But I had to touch you. I put my hand on your - uh - penis and just left it there. I wanted to stoke you and make you hard, but somehow I didn't. Then I just sat back away from you and watched you sleep, thinking about all the things I would like to do to you, with you. I wanted to remember you just like that and to take that memory away with me when I left. I took a quick dip to clean off, then waited for you to wake up. I was even feeling pretty good by that time, and that's when I started to tickle you with the grass."
Kevin paused, and I knew what he was going to say next. I said it for him. "And then we started wrestling and you pinned me down."
He nodded. "At first, it was like we were kids again. I didn't feel grown up at all. We were fourteen-year-olds doing what fourteen-year-olds do. I was having fun. I forgot everything else and I let myself just have fun. It was great until I looked down and saw my dick beside your face, and then I remembered where I was."
His voice faded away and, for the first time since I sat down, Kevin looked into my eyes. We were so close I could see the pupils sparkling in the firelight and I could feel his breath blowing across my face. The torment was so easy to see. I couldn't possibly have imagined what he was going through at that moment.
His voice was very soft and sincere when he said, "You have to believe me, Marty. You must believe me. The orgasm started the instant I looked down. I wasn't even hard and I knew I was going to shoot again, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. And it will happen again if I stick around here. I've even got a hardon now. I want to cum so bad right now it hurts, and I want you to be with me when I do. But I'd rather die than put you through anything like that again."
He looked back into the fire before he concluded, "I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. There isn't anything or anyone who means as much to me as you do. I guess I've always loved you, even when we were kids. I didn't know then why I did, and I didn't even know when I moved away a few years ago. But I've learned since. I've never been with anybody else. Man or woman. I don't even want to be. I only want to be with you, and that's why I have to go away from here and never come back. Your best friend shouldn't be a faggot. But before I go, I need to know if you will ever be able to forgive me for what I've done to you."
My response was immediate and without any hesitation. To this day, I don't know why I did it. I just know what I had to, and I found it surprisingly easy. My hand reached out, my fingers barely touching Kevin's chin, and I turned his head to face me. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, and then I slowly leaned forward, tilting my head slightly. Our lips met and we kissed.
Kevin jerked back. There was such a stunned look on his face that I wanted to laugh, but I reached behind his head instead, entwined my fingers in his hair, and pulled him toward me. For only a second, Kevin resisted. Then his body took over and he leaned into me to press his lips hard and lovingly against mine.
Thus began what I can safely say was the most passionate, exciting kiss I've ever experienced. Kevin's tongue pushed through my lips and pressed against my teeth. I opened my mouth slightly, and his tongue entered. Moments later, he began to shake. His breath came in gasps and he moaned into my mouth. I knew he was cumming in his jeans, and suddenly I felt my own balls swell. My cock throbbed, then, much to my surprise and pleasure, began to spurt a load of jizz into my own jeans.
We continued kissing, exploring each other's mouth until the orgasms subsided. Only then did we pull our lips apart. I didn't let Kevin get too far away, though, holding him close to me as he whispered "Holy, fuck" into my ear.
Our bodies slowly returned to normal. Somewhat reluctantly, I pushed Kevin away from me so I could look into his eyes. "Don't even think of going away."
Kevin looked wary.
"I like what just happened," I continued, "and I want to know if the rest of it feels as good. And I want us to find out together."
It was like the world had been lifted from Kevin's shoulders. He relaxed and smiled. "Is this a dream?"
"If it is," I answered, "I'm having the same one. I came, too."
Kevin leaned forward to kiss me once more. Just a quick one, but equally as pleasant as the other.
"Let's go home," I said quietly.
A GREAT STORY.
Love is funny
