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Straight Best Friends

Sorry guys been a crazy week.....Part VI....I left off doing what I always did when I was exposed to him in the way he did that night in the jock. It was all I could think off all the time, and it seem to be making me want more of him. Almost every night or as often as I could I would try to give him a massage. We started going to the gym more and more. This time was no different. It was just another Saturday and we spent the day earlier helping his dad cut their yard, cleaning around the house. Then he said he wanted to go to the mall and then go and work out. So off we went and as usual would lag behind him from time to time just to get a view of his butt in his jeans. We did what we had to do and left and then went to the gym. We both worked out hard and my mind was full of excitement at the idea of getting my hands on him later that night. This was all I could settle for at this time. Now we finished our work out and went home showered and cleaned up. We had plans that night to go out. Meet some girls that were friends with and go out to a bar, however the plans changed and we didn't stay too long with the girls at the club. We ended up going to a house party. Now my buddy was drinking with people, playing drinking games and getting pretty wild. I was a good boy and didn't drink I wanted to keep myself focused because if he was getting drunk tonight maybe this was my chance. As the night went on, he continued drinking and I kept an eye on him all night. It was about 2 in the morning and he said that he was done. He said that he was too drunk to drive home and I wasn't good at driving a stick, not at that time, hahaha....The girl who's house we were at knew me and liked me and she said that we could crash there..She wanted me to bed her....:) It was a big house, pool and all the trappings. Her parents were out of town....You know the drill. So my buddy said that he didn't feel to hot and wanted to go lay down. So he went upstairs to one of bedrooms and laid down. I followed him and he said the he was just tired and wanted to sleep, and that his head was spinning. He smacked me on the back and said, "go get laid, she likes you" I laughed it off...I didn't want to go downstairs. I was wanting to stay right there with him in this room. I didn't care about what anyone there thought about it. But I unhappily left him there and turned to see him kick off his shoes sloppily and lay down on the bed. I shut the door and went back down stairs to my friend. We sat there for what seemed like and hour talking and watching TV. I really wasn't focused on anything she was saying, I was more focused on my buddy upstairs who by now was passed out in that bedroom. The people that were still there were laughing and talking and the music was playing. Then, through the noise I heard the yell and what seemed to be like a fight upstairs. I jumped up because I knew the voice of who was yelling, and he sounded mad, and he was cursing loudly. I went up stairs and saw my buddy on the floor on top of someone punching him. My buddy had his shirt off and I noticed that his pants were slightly down and the top of his butt was exposed. I grabbed him and pulled him back and I could now see what was going on. On the ground was a guy who was red faced from being punched. My buddy was screaming and yelling that he was gonna kill this guy. I pushed him into the room and the girl that was with me came in with me. I shut the door and was yelling at him, what the fuck is going on? What he said next, was so unexpected. "He was trying to suck my dick!" What? I said back and I turned to the girl and asked her to leave. She did and I was spinning now? He was trying to suck my dick, my friend said again. I stood there not sure what to do, I watched him zip his paints up, i noticed that he also was going commando....I had never seen him this angry before. His drunk was gone. I just want to get the fuck out of here man. He said as he put his shoes on, and then his shirt. I stood there in silence, I didn't really know what to do. I was feeling so many emotions and I had so many questions. What was it like? Did you enjoy it? What did you do? But I didn't want to get my ass kicked either. So I kept my mouth shut. We left and I said good-bye to my friend and she said she was sorry and I didn't see the guy that got beat up as we left and it was probably a good thing. I didn't know who he was and really didn't remember much about him, there were so many people there he was just one in the crowd. We drove home and he was driving fast, and you could till see his was angry. I didn't say anything to him, just let him drive home. Luckily it wasn't to far away. I sat there and thought about all of it. And I began to get angry about it. Not because he was violated by some guy. I was angry at the guy who got to do something that I had not ever done and dreamed about so many times. We got home and he said he wanted to take a shower and I went into the bedroom and changed out of my clothes into some shorts. My head seem to still just be swimming. How do i bring this up? Should I bring it up? My question was answered the moment he came into the bedroom. He was still pissed off. He was very tanned and he just seemed red even though he was bronzed. All I could do and I asked if he was okay....That felt safe. He said yes, and went into his closet and came wearing a t-shirt and a jock strap. He said that he was out of clean underwear, and forgot to do laundry. I started to offer a pair of mine, but I quickly put that stupid ass thought out of my mind. He went over to his bed and laid down. In the room we only had a small lap light on, and I could see him clearly as he laid there. He asked me if I would mind giving him a back rub, he said his back and arms hurt. I think I said sure, hell I don't know. My mind was all over the place. He stood up and towering over me and he pulled his blanket off his bed and then pulled his mattress on the floor. My mind was about to explode now. I knew what was about to happen and I was so excited about it. We hadn't done this in years not since we were teenagers. I stood up and took the blanket off my bed and pulled my mattress off the bed unto the floor also. Now we pushed the mattress together on the floor and he laid down in the middle of them. I stood there for a minute looking down at him laying there with a jock on and he was taking off his t-shirt and waiting for me. I grabbed my lotion and went to work. As always I focused on his upper back and then moved my hands to his arms and shoulders and then to his arms. To feel his muscles under my hands were so exciting. His muscles seemed bigger and tighter, I didn't know if he was because of the hard workout or just because he was still in raged. It didn't matter I just keep my focus on his body and worked my magic. He seemed to relax and I realized he was till drunk and I was so good at rubbing him down he was starting to fall asleep. I continued to rub him down and he wasn't moving much. He started breathing heavy and I knew he was a sleep I said his name and he didn't say anything back. I shook him for a minute and he woke up as i said his name louder. "You passing out on me dude?" He said, sorry....I asked if he wanted me to stop...He said "No" So I didn't and i went down further and worked his lower back. He seem to be drifting back off and I kept up the massage, but slowed my pace down. I was excited and i could feel it in my shorts. He was sleeping now. I began to go lower and lower, i put my hands on the top of his jock and slowly, excitingly moved my hands down. I began to massage his upper butt, trying to keep it as professional as i could. My eyes went back up and he wasn't moving and I could hear him breathing and i just kept going further down. I wasn't gonna push my chances, but I now had my hands on square on his ass and I held them them, one hand on either cheek, and I looked up and saw he wasn't moving, just breathing, just sleeping and I began now to move my hands around and around and I position myself with his legs between my legs looking down at his butt and I just had to see it. So I spread his checks and there it was....I began to massage his butt more and more each time spreading his cheeks as far apart as i could. The desire to touch his tight pink hole was killing me. I was so nervous, so excited and so scared all that the same time. Which move would I make that would make him wake up and have some sort of flash back and kick my ass. But my desire got the best of me, and I thought if some random guy was gonna get your dick in your mouth. I was gonna get something, so I put my finger on the crack of his ass and slowly slide my finger down his crack. I wasn't looking at his butt, but at him. Looking for a reaction and jerk my hand away. When my finger felt the button of his hole, my body seem to explode. I pulled my hand away quickly, almost like I had touched fire. This was enough. I knew I couldn't go further. So stopped. This time i didn't go to the bathroom. I stood up and stepped back, far enough to see all of him. I looked at him, looking at all the places my hands, finger had been and I came, like I had never done before. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up and when I came out he was still there, but had turned on his side and I covered him, locked the door and laid down beside him and drifted off to sleep.............will continue......
 
This is HOT because I can SO Relate! \:/

Please keep typing! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
oh god! every new part makes my dick hard! I hope this story doesn't end!
 
Lets continue...Part VII.
He never spoke about that night with the guy, and I never asked. We just let it go and just went about live. He also never said anything about me touching him. So I was sure he had been in deep sleep during my exploration. Now that I had danced that close the flame, and finally got my hands on his butt in the way that I wanted too. I will go back to part VI, and talk about the mattress part. Like I said it was something we hand not done since we were young. Putting the mattress on the floor like we camping or something. So now it seemed like a regular thing now. Every night before bed he would ask if I wanted to put the mattress on the floor. The massages continued and he and sleep side by side on the floor every night. After touching his asshole that night I didn't do anything like that for a while. Not that I didn't want to, I just felt like I didn't want to rock the boat or get selfish and do something stupid. But I couldn't resist it to long, one night again we had gone out and both had a few beers and we were asleep and I woke in the middle of the night and could hear him breathing beside me in the dark. I laid there in the dark and felt excitement build inside me again. I had been pushing it back and decided this time to let it take me. He was laying on back and I laid on my side facing him and i slowly put my hand on his chest. I let it rest there and the prickly feeling of his chest hair under my hand felt so good. I just rubbed my hand over his chest and from nipple to nipple, feeling his muscles under my hand and I moved my hand further down to his stomach and how tight it was. I let my hand move over the ripples of his abs and my hand registered the slow breathing and knew that he was still in deep sleep, and I could hear him starting to snore. I slide my hand down now to his shorts. I felt the waste ban hit my hand and I thought to myself. Over or under, and I chicken out and went over. I lifted my hand and placed in down on his crotch. I just let it sit there for a second try to see if it would register any response. It did not and I just let my hand move over his crotch. I was impressed and how thick it felt. I moved my hand further down and felt his balls and they were big too. I just light rubbed his crotch for several minutes. He then moved and I froze. Damn he is gonna wake up, but he just turned over and laid on his stomach. I didn't move for several minutes. I waited for something. A "what are you doing" or worse, a punch. But nothing so I waited a while longer to make sure he was a sleep. I then put my hand on his back to test his level of sleep. He was out again and I began to rub but this time I knew where I was going and I put my hand on his ass, it felt great through the soft loose material of his underwear. I rubbed his butt in my hand and went back and forth.... I was feeling brave and i slid my hand inside his underwear and felt his hairy muscled ass in my hands, let my hand run over the crack of his ass. I slide my hand down his ass. I wanted to go there again, and as I touched his asshole this time he didn't move and I let my finger just stay there and move around his hole. In the dark I could see anything, I could just feel and it was amazing. Now I knew I couldn't stick a finger in...I wasn't that bold...I then felt his asshole tight against my touch now and again I froze. I didn't remove my hand I just let it stay there. But he was still sleeping, and I pulled my hand out his shorts and then he moved. He turned on his side and we were face to face and I could feel his breath running across my face. I could see his eyes were still closed and his mouth was slightly open and touched his face lightly and I began to feel something strange.. Now I always loved him, he was my best friend. But this was something different, and then I felt something else. I felt guilty, and I laid there looking at him until I fell asleep. too continue.......
 
So Intriguing! So HOT! So Dangerous! And, yet, So Tender, and ...
 
Thank You for ur Time. Love ur Story. Hope you were the one Who took his Virginity.... Can't Wait......
 
Its going to be great, you spread those firm hairy cheeks and push your tongue deep into that puckering , pulsating , juicy shit hole , extasy.....
PS did you ever sniff the back track of the jeans he was freeballing in ????
 
Continue****Part VIII, The summer was almost over and things just went back to the way they were with both of us. We were best friends, so everything was about hanging out doing this and doing that. At night I sometimes would get the chance to touch him in his sleep or give him a massage here and there. But something now seemed different. We were still close but something was changing in the wind. One night we were laying down going to bed and i noticed some strange movements he was doing. I didn't say anything but I just watched. He seemed to be tucking himself into bed. Tucking the sheets under his body before he went to sleep. I just watched as he did this and began to fear what was coming next. But he didn't say anything he just went to sleep. My gig was up...I knew it, he knew it...But didn't say anything. So for the rest of the summer we stayed close but I noticed a wall being built. I wished he would say something....I didn't have to wait to long. I knew the change was coming after out trip to the mall. I fell behind him like I always did, watching his backside in his tight jeans. It became habit for me at this point, just to slow my step and get a peek. But this time he stopped and turned and looked at me with a look that was a bit of confusion and maybe some anger. He asked me why i walked behind him again. I said again joking. I am not tall as you so I don't feel like jogging to keep up. He didn't say anything in response but I knew he was wanting to say more. We left the mall went home and he said he wanted to talk. So later that night in the bedroom where we shared show much and talked about everything. He asked me why I was putting my hands on him at night. I didn't know what to say. There was no lie or anything I could say. I was caught he knew it and I knew it. I said something like I just toss and turn in my sleep and maybe just get to close. That was lame, but it was all i could say. He then said, well I feel you touch me and I feel your hand move down my back to my butt. I was done. I couldn't say anything. I think I said "sorry" and that was it. We didn't talk about anymore, and we began to drift apart. I knew we were just about over when he left me one night and failed to meet me at our spot. I waited and waited for him to show up, but I knew he wasn't going too. When I saw him later that night, he said he was sorry for not showing up, just wanted to hang out with some of his other friends. I had to accept that, nothing else I could do. The next day he and I talked again and he told me he needed some space. I knew what it meant. Over the next few weeks he and I still hung out, but not like before. I was waiting for my time to end and go on with my life elsewhere. When it did he moved out first from his parents and I moved out the following weekend......To continue........
 
That sounded like an end rather than a "To continue".

I'm eager to hear what happened next.
 
I do hope this story has a happy ending... Gay people deserve happy endings too, no pun intended :-)
 
oh no! I really hope this doesn't end badly!
 
Continuing Park VIIII. After he and went our separate ways. I only saw him once. He had moved in with a friend of his and was sharing a two bedroom apartment. His sister who I still kept in touch with told me where he was living and one day I had gotten a call from his mom. I still kept in touch with his parents. In fact when he moved out his parents said that they didn't have a problem with me staying. I felt as if it would to much to handling living in his house and he wasn't there. No need to put myself through that sort of torture.....So anyways, his mother asked me to come to the house, and get some things that were left by me. She asked me how I was doing and his dad asked me how I was and of course I just smiled and said I was doing good. That I had my own apartment and things were great. Of course I kept to myself that I missed my best friend. I think his dad may have picked up on my emptiness I was feeling because he said to me. "We were always happy that you were friends with him, and we don't like this new friend his running around with." My best friends roommate was a guy he worked with, I didn't know him, and only met him once and he seemed not to be impressed with me and I wasn't impressed with him. His mother asked if I would take the package over to him. I said sure and I was excited at the idea of getting to see him. I got the address and the directions to his new place and took off. I drove over there as fast as I could and got there just as it turned dark. I knocked on the door and his roommate answered. He looked at me as if I was out of place and didn't bother to ask me in. I asked for my friend and he said, hold on he is in the shower. I heard him go back in the apartment and yell for my friend to come out that i was there. I stood outside for few minutes and the door opened, my best friend was standing there and I noticed the very deep look of anger showing up on his face. But my focus was taken from that for a second because he was also soaking wet and wearing only a towel. He and his friend hauled trash and it was hot still out and my friend worked with his shirt off, so not only was he muscled but he had the deepest tan I had ever seen on anyone. He asked me "What do you want" I could hear the anger in his voice, and I just said your mom gave me this to give to you. I handed him the package and his face seemed to soften a bit. I was frozen. My eyes were just full of his semi nude body, the hair the tan. Part of me wanting to just jump him there, part of me wanted to cry, and part of me just wanted to walk away. He said thanks and I said no problem. He looked at me for a second and I saw my old friend there. Then he said he had to go and get dressed and he stepped back in and shut the door. I went to my car and fought back the pain I felt in my chest. It was torture to see him in that towel and it was a hellish gift to have the last image of him be in a towel, wet, and tanned. It was about 1 yr later and I was on my way to work. I lived close to my job and close to the gym I worked out at. I began spending more and more time in the gym, so now had the body and the muscles as well. I wasn't the nerdy, skinny guy anymore. Since I lived close enough to walk to the gym and to my job. On most days if the weather was nice I would walk. That morning it was about 8:30 and I left my apt gym bag in hand and walked to the gym. All morning I just felt weird. I had now accepted that my best friend and I were not friends and I had moved on. But this morning I couldn't stop thinking about him. What was he doing? Where was he? I hadn't spoken to his family in a while, so I really didn't know anything. I just walked to the gym and listening to my music trying to take my mind off him... Just as I got to the corner were my gym was I just felt something. I heard a voice in my head to turn and look behind me, and I saw about 20 feet away from me his truck. I stood there and watched as he pulled up and his window was down. He smiled at me, and said hey man. I was frozen for a moment, was this really real. I said Hi, and he asked me what I was doing. I said I was on my way to the gym and then work. He said hop in and I knew my legs were moving, but I wasn't aware. I just knew i was in the other seat in his truck. Not sure what to do, what to say or anything. He asked me how I had been and where I worked. I told him...He made a comment about how I looked at that I have really been working out that he almost didn't recognize me at first until I turned. I just smiled, still now sure how to feel or respond. He pulled up in front of the gym and stopped. What are you doing later he said. I said have to work, and then nothing really. He asked what time I was getting off, and I told him. He said he would be there to pick me up, if I wanted. I said sure. He said he wanted to talk, and he smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Ok, I said and i jumped out the truck and ran into the gym. I stood at the door and watched him smile at me again and drive away. This has got to be a dream i thought to myself, and I went and worked out the best I could>>>>>To continue.....
 
So ... There IS more! You've got me hooked!
 
thank god! can't wait for the rest... this should be made into a film!
 
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