Below is the prologue and Chapter I of my new story. It's taken quite awhile to write...I am constantly changing it...and figured I may as well post it.
Please feel free to respond and tell me what you think. I hope to continue the story...though I must admit it will be at irregular intervals.
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead is purely coincidental.
I hope you enjoy. Please let me know.
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The “Twins”
Prologue
Three days after their HS graduation, the “twins” turned eighteen. They weren’t really twins, but everyone in Kale, KS (population 5,792) called them that.
Their fathers were best friends from grade school. When they went to college (go KSU Wildcats) they naturally joined the same fraternity and roomed together. Early in their Freshmen year, they met two girls from Missouri, also best friends from grade school, and also roommates. Four years later they all received their college degrees. Two years after that, in a double ceremony that is still talked about in Kale, they were married.
After another three years or so, the two couples got together for dinner—they each had some news to share with the other. Turns out, they were both expecting…a side effect of private activities that took place after their Labor Day double date on the lake. All of these made for some striking coincidences, but the strangest of all was that both women went into labor around five o’clock in the morning on May 25. Both arrived at the hospital about 6:00. And, according to the birth certificates (and one nurse-witness in the hall between rooms who swears to have heard the cries) both babies were born at exactly 12:21.
And so Ben and Zack entered the world. They were practically raised together, neither wanting to be apart from the other. More often than not, on non-school nights, they spent the night at each other’s houses. Both fathers were called, “Dad” by both boys, and both mothers were called, “Mom.” When either family took a vacation, the other boy always tagged along. The boys were truly best friends—and were almost never apart.
The nickname “Twin” popped up naturally in a small town due to the circumstances of the family friendship and the timing of their births. The fact that the boys could finish each other’s sentences and seemingly communicate complex ideas with each other with only a brief glace across a classroom added fuel to the fire. Local legend had it that the angels just sent one soul to the hospital, so it had to split itself two ways.
Growing up, the boys were always well behaved. One time only were they naughty (pelting cars with snowballs at age 11), and the punishment for each was quick and severe: they were grounded from each other for 2 days. Each boy sat in his room crying for the period of grounding. Because they feared that punishment again, they never got in more trouble.
As they grew up, Zack excelled at football, and Ben at Basketball. While he wasn’t a star at it, Ben played football to support Zack and his sport. Zack, who wasn’t the best basketball player ever, returned the favor for Ben. Their favorite sport though, was Baseball. Which was their favorite pro team? The Twins, of course.
Growing up, they shared everything, and each assured the other that he had no secrets whatsoever. And other than that assurance, (for each one kept one thing from the other), they had never lied to each other.
On their 18th birthday, their parents gave them their gift: a trip to Kansas City to watch the Twins play the Royals. Not one game, but the entire 4 game series: Friday-Monday. Included in the trip were 4 nights in a nice hotel, and passes to the local amusement parks.
So here they were: eighteen years, three days old, six days out of High School, making the trip to KC—neither had any idea how much they would change over the next four days.
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Chapter 1.
Ben pulled up in front of Zack’s house in his Black Pontiac Firebird. The T-top was open and the bright, hot sun poured down over his body. A drop of sweat glistened and fell from the pointy end of a clump of his close-cropped, black hair as he honked the horn. No sooner did he let off the horn than Zack popped out of the house, jogging excitedly toward the car.
Ben took in the sight coming toward him: 6’1”, shaggy yet trimmed blonde hair framing a smooth face highlighted by beautiful blue eyes,—a hint of a curl in the hair. Arms smooth, hairless and muscular—veins running along their length. A Twins jersey, buttoned only halfway, hanging from his shoulders, one side was open revealing lightly tanned, creamy smooth skin; the other side clinging to a strong, well defined pectoral muscle. The untucked jersey covered the top of baggy khaki cargo shorts.
As Zack tossed his bag in the back seat, Ben caught a glimpse of wispy armpit hair. He felt his cock stir as the door opened and Zack sat down. He took a second and looked at the legs coated oh so lightly in hair and also at the loose shoes over black ankle socks. After about 1 second, he regained his composure, patted his friend’s shoulder (enjoying the contact), and pulled out of the driveway heading out on the three-hour drive to KC.
Zack took a moment to collect himself, to steel himself against what he was about to see, then glanced over at Ben. The first thing he noticed was the angular well-defined jaw. At that moment, Ben smiled. A jolt passed through Zack’s member when he saw the dimple appear. How he wanted to feel that dimple, caress it with his finger…with his tongue. The black, spiky hair on top of his head was perfect, and Zack felt he could lose himself in the dark eyes for hours.
For appearances’ sake, Zack looked at the road then back at Ben. This time his focus shifted to the arm holding the steering wheel. He loved the dark fuzzy hair on it, the veins that ran along its length, the defined, tight muscles. His eyes went up the arm toward Ben’s body— Ben’s open Twins jersey barely covering it. Before they got there, (Zack was saving the best for last), he glanced down at Ben’s legs. Dark fuzzy hair covered the well-defined muscles there, thicker lower on the legs with less higher until only a few wiry hairs covered Ben’s powerful thighs.
One more glance at the road, and then Zack looked at his friend’s body. Ben’s shirt was unbuttoned halfway, the smooth flawless skin of his chest had a light sheen of sweat in the early morning sun. Realizing that like always, he could look but not touch, Zack again turned his attention to the road, willing his half hard-on to subside.
Soon, they’d selected a radio station and listened in silence, occasionally turning to share a smile that spoke volumes about the freedom they each felt in this moment. As the miles rolled by, they chatted about this or that, this girl or that girl, made fun of one particularly fat woman eating fries in the car next to them, and all the things they wanted to do in KC.
The trip was uneventful, and before they knew it, Ben was navigating through Kansas City traffic. Soon they’d pulled into a parking garage, and got out, heading over to a sub sandwich shop for lunch. From there, they wandered around the Plaza, pausing to look at fountains and visiting some of the fancier stores there. All this they’d done before, but never without their parents somewhere nearby. The freedom they felt was palpable. Before they knew it, it was after 4:00, so they headed over to the hotel.
They had reservations at one of the better hotels in town…it was managed by one of their fathers’ fraternity brothers. When they came in and gave their names to the desk clerk, they were directed to the manager’s office.
“Hi, Mr. Mortensen,” Zack said as he knocked on the open office door.
“Hi, guys,” the manager replied. “Welcome to The Summit. Come on in, take a seat.”
The boys went into the office and chatted a few minutes with the manager, filling him in on their parents and life in Kale. Over the years, their families had stayed at this hotel a number of times…always at a discounted rate. College friendships can last a long time. As they chatted, the boys noticed a photo of a longish-haired kid about their age on the wall. “Is that Travis?” Ben asked. Travis was Mr. Mortensen’s son—they’d played together when they were younger. He was about 6 months older than the twins.
“Yes, that’s Travis. He graduated this year, too. He’s out with friends tonight, but should be around tomorrow. You guys should get together, for old time’s sake.”
“That sounds like fun. Didn’t he wrestle?”
“Yes, he did. Did either of you wrestle in high school?”
“No,” Ben replied, “we both played basketball. Still, I have to admire anyone who wrestles. It takes an amazing amount of effort. Really it is all about skill, will and strength. How did he do?”
“He medaled at state.”
“Wow,” both boys said in unison, impressed. They chatted some more before Mr. Mortensen handed them a key. “You have to put the key in the slot in the elevator to get to your room. I hope you don’t mind the room. Your dads asked for a double room, but it’s for your graduation…so I gave you an upgrade. The drawback is that it only has 1 bed. It’s a big bed—you probably won’t even know the other guy is there, but it is only 1. The room, though, is fantastic. If you’d rather have a different room, though, I can arrange that.”
“That’s okay, Mr. Mortensen,” Zack said, a grin appearing on his face. “We’ve…”
“Shared beds since the bed was a crib,” Ben finished, a smile of his own on his face.
The boys headed out of the office and over to the bank of elevators. They put the key in, and the elevator sped immediately up 17 floors to the top. The doors opened to an opulent hallway with only 4 doors. They went to their room, opened the door, and found themselves in an amazing, huge suite—their home for the next four nights.
“Holy crap,” Ben exclaimed as they walked through the door. “This place is amazing!”
The boys walked through the suite, exploring it. In the living room portion of the suite there was a mini-bar, stocked with only juices and pop—a note from Mr. Mortensen said, “Take what you want, it’s on the house—Happy Birthdays!” A wide selection of chips and snacks was on a basket on top of the mini-fridge. That room also had a bar, a long couch (a sleeper, of course), 2 overstuffed chairs, and a 42” LCD HDTV.
The bathroom was larger than many hotel rooms the boys had stayed in before. It had a whirlpool tub—easily big enough for 2, separate large marble tile shower with multiple heads, and 2 sinks. Marble floors and countertops finished off the bathroom.
The bedroom was unreal. The bed was absolutely huge—easily 8’ by 8’. They joked that they didn’t know what you called a bed that was bigger than King Size, but this was obviously it. Mounted on the wall was a 52” television.
They put their bags in the bedroom, vowed to unpack later, and went to the restroom to freshen up before going to the stadium. Standing side-by-side at the sinks, each boy took off his Twins jersey and covertly took the opportunity to study the other’s body.
Ben loved Zack’s maroon nipples—about the size of 50-cent pieces, perched atop his amazing pectoral muscles. Letting his eyes wander lower, he watched in the mirror as Zack’s abdominal muscles flexed in concert as he bent over to wash his face. He watched his back muscles flex and relax as he scrubbed a little. As Zack stood up, Ben made sure to catch a glimpse of the golden treasure trail that ran down into Zack’s gray Hollister boxer-briefs—which stuck up over his baggy shorts. He also loved looking at Zack’s Apollo’s belt…the diagonal line of muscle that slipped into his pants. Ben nearly fell over when Zack lifted his arm to put on deodorant revealing his wispy armpit hair.
Zack didn’t notice any of this close study because he was too busy staring at Ben’s quarter-sized brownish-red nipples that capped off chiseled pectoral muscles. How he wanted to lean over and lick one. Zack allowed his eyes to wander over Ben’s torso, the rippling muscle, the thin brown happy trail descending into the American Eagle boxer waistband sticking out above his baggy khaki cargo shorts. Zack loved Ben’s defined muscles, and the thin tuft of brown hair in his armpits.
Freshened up, they grabbed their jerseys, and put them on. Neither tucked them in…each needed the long tail in the front to cover his hardening cock.
They rode down the elevator in silence. Each happy to be with the other, each wanting a few minutes of privacy to “work out” some pent-up feelings, about the other, each desperately wanting the other, knowing it wasn’t to be.
They got in the car and were off to the stadium. Traffic broke the unspoken sexual tension between them and they were soon chatting. They got to the stadium and easily found their seats. After the third inning, they noticed a large area of unoccupied seats, so they moved in that direction. Feasting on hot dogs and nachos, they enjoyed watching the Twins win 1-0. A real pitchers’ dual, the game ended quickly and they found themselves in KC on a Friday night at 9:07 with little to do.
Zack suggested they go back to their hotel room and watch SportsCenter on one of their televisions—to see if they made TV as Twins fans on the Highlight roll. Ben agreed and they headed to the car. Once in the car, Ben tossed in a suggestion of his own: that they play cards. Zack thought this sounded like fun, so the plan was set.
Back in the room, they grabbed a couple of Cokes out of the mini-bar, and Ben got his cards while Zack turned on the TV. They sat at a small table in the living room portion of their suite.
“What do you want to play?” Ben asked, suddenly seeming a little nervous to Zack.
“How about the usual?” replied Zack, meaning poker—5 card draw.
“Ok,” Ben replied. He continued, “What should we play for?” now sounding more nervous than ever, almost like he was building up his courage.
Knowing what he really wanted, Zack instead asked, “The usual?” referring to dividing equally a bag of M&M’s and betting those–occasionally eating winnings—until one boy was without any M&M’s left. He’d then owe the other a dollar.
“Sure,” said Ben sounding a bit disappointed. “Or we could…,” this last with a more hopeful tone, then cut off.
“Could what?”
“No. It’s stupid. You wouldn’t want to.”
“You don’t know that until you ask,” replied Zack. He went on thinking: Is this going where I hope it is? Do I dare hope? Do I have the courage to bring it up?
“Trust me, I don’t think you’d want to. It might even freak you out a little. Forget I even said anything.”
“Ben, you’re my best friend in the world. I’ve known you since a few minutes after we were born. If it was important enough for you to bring up to me then I want to know. I swear no matter what you say, I’ll still be your best friend. Nothing can come between us.” Zack hoped this would provide the encouragement for Ben to say what was on his mind, or that it would at least match what Zack was hoping for, aching for. “Now, what do you suggest we play for? “ He asked this in a tone of voice that both boys knew well. It was the “time to be serious and not shit around tone,” used only in serious conversations.
“Well,” started Ben, “we could…uh…we could…um…” and here is voice practically died as his nervousness caused it to crack, “play…strip poker.”
As Ben said this, his eyes lowered to the tabletop. He knew his idea would be rejected, that Zack would be totally freaked out by that thought and that this was the end of their friendship. Ben waited for a reply. Five seconds. Ten. Unable to bear the silence any more, he looked up at Zack, a small smile on his face. Ben made eye-contact, feeling himself drawn into Zack’s beautiful blue eyes.
Once eye-contact was firmly established, Zack simply said, still in the serious, not-fucking-around-at-all voice, “I’d like that very much.”
“Really?!?” asked Ben, relief washing over him excitement building.
Zack smiled, “Really. Only I’d like to propose a rule,” this said a little more playfully now that the serious business had passed.
“What’s that,” asked Ben.
Now it was Zack’s turn to be nervous, especially given the second part of the rule, “The winner gets to remove the item of clothing from the loser. And gets to touch the loser’s exposed skin.”
“Deal,” replied Ben.
“OK, I will,” said Zack grabbing the cards and starting to shuffle.
“Should we move to the bed? Might be easier,” asked Ben.
They got up and moved, each now studying the other openly, each knowing his body was being studied. By the time they got to the bed, both boys were fully hard.
Zack shuffled, Ben cut, and Zack dealt the cards. After exchanging cards, Zack had a pair of threes, while Ben had a pair of sevens.
They put their cards down, and Ben reached over to Zack. He slid his hands down Zack’s legs, feeling the thin wispy hair there and caressing the taught muscles. At this first contact, both boys’ cocks jumped in their pants. When Ben reached Zack’s loose Under Armor shoes, he slipped them off, exposing 2 black ankle socks. He tossed the shoes to the floor.
Ben’s turn to shuffle and deal, they exchanged cards, only this time Zack came out on top. He returned the favor down Ben’s legs, feeling the soft yet wiry hairs on his legs, pausing to massage a little, and to enjoy. Ben’s Nike Shox shoes slipped off easily and both boys were even again in their black ankle socks, Ben’s Nike’s joining Zack’s on the floor.
Zack said, “I have to be honest: I’ve never been so hard before in my life. It almost hurts.”
“Me too,” said Ben. “It’s unreal.” He smiled now, “And lots of fun.”
Zack smiled and nodded his agreement as he shuffled and dealt. Ben lost again. Zack reached over and slid his hands up Ben’s legs, higher and higher until his fingers slid inside the open legs of Ben’s shorts and Ben began to tremble. Then he slid his hands down, hooked the socks, and pulled them off tossing them on the floor. He gently massaged each foot, sliding his fingers between Ben’s toes. Zack decided then and there that he kind of liked feet.
Shuffle. Deal. Ben lost again. Zack made Ben get up on his knees so he could unbutton his jersey. One by one came the buttons. When it was fully opened, Zack first slid his hands all around Ben’s body, and then slipped the jersey off Ben’s shoulders and tossed it to the corner of the room. Zack really took his time this time, feeling Ben’s hard torso. He loved its smoothness, the hard nipples and the way his muscles rippled under his taught skin. Zack noted that Ben’s shorts were really tented out in front, and a wet spot had appeared on the front of them at the point of the tent. His hands slid up again, feeling the fuzzy hairs that so lightly covered his body. Seeing Ben’s smile, he sat forward and put his finger in Ben’s dimple. He then took Ben’s arms, and had him put them behind his head as he explored Ben’s torso further. His arms up like this allowed his fingers to travel through his armpits, to feel the downy soft hair there. Finally, he concluded his tour with a thorough visit to Ben’s well-defined abdominals and Apollo’s belt.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack lost this time. Ben slid his hands up high on Zack’s legs, doing to Zack what Zack had done to Ben only moments before. Slowly he slid his hands down Zack’s powerful legs, feeling the hair. Arriving at Zack’s feet, Ben slowly peeled back his socks, taking time to look at Zack’s feet. He traced them a little, tickled a little. Ben wasn’t as keen on feet as Zack was, but he knew that Zack was enjoying what he was doing, so he really took his time.
Shuffle. Deal. Ben’s the loser. Zack made Ben stand up on the bed, then reached up, and unbuckled his belt. (Ben, for his part, was learning that he kind of liked being told what to do.) His shorts dropped a little and caught on his ass and cock. Zack reached up and unbuttoned the shorts, unzipping them, his hand running the length of Ben’s hardness. Ben gasped. The shorts fell down. Zack had Ben step out of them, then sit back down. Zack spent a good amount of time just staring at Ben, rubbing his upper thighs and torso, staring at the huge tent in his boxers, at the 50-cent piece sized wet spot at the tip of his cock.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack loses. Ben got up on his knees, leaned forward and pulled Zack’s shirt off over his head. Ben made sure that his penis was in position to rub against Zack’s shoulder, which caused both boys to shudder. Sitting down, he spent a good amount of time feeling Zack’s smooth body, the contours in the muscle.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack loses again. Ben makes Zack stand this time, opens his belt, unbuttons the pants while digging the heel of his hand into Zack’s monstrously hard cock, and watches the baggy shorts fall. He caresses Zack’s upper thighs, his arms, his smooth body. Ben takes time to study the outline of Zack’s hardness through his boxer briefs, and notices that Zack has a wet spot on his crotch to match his own.
They note that the game is tied. This hand decides everything. Shuffle. Deal. At the end of the hand, both boys had a pair of Kings with Ace, Queen, Jack. The chances of a tie are astronomically slim, but that’s what they had. But that’s the way everything in their life had been: astronomically slim that they’d share all that they did, but they did.
“What the hell?” asked Ben breaking the silence of the past few hands. “I guess we both win.”
“No,” said Zack, a devilish grin on his face, “I think we both lose. Get up on your knees.”
Ben complied and got up on his knees. Zack joined him, facing him. “On the count of three,” Zack said, “pull down my underwear. I’ll pull yours. One, two,”
“Wait,” Ben interrupted. Do we go on three or is it one, two, three, pull.”
Zack smiled. “One, two, three, pull..”
Ben nodded.
“Ready? One, two, three.”
Both boys tugged out and down freeing the other’s cock. Ben stared at Zack’s ram-rod straight, veiny think 8 inches surrounded by dirty blonde pubes. He’d seen it before, but never like this and never when he could take his time to look.
Zack stared down at Ben’s beautiful member. If not as thick as his own, it was a touch longer, and was also covered in veins. It stood up from a wispy nest of brown pubic hairs.
Each boy knealt with his head on the other boy’s shoulder. Finally, after some time, they each reached out tentatively, slowly until, at the exact same moment, their fingers grazed the bare skin of the other’s cock. Each boy gasped as a drop of precum simultaneously appeared at the tip of each cock. Their fingers traced each other’s cocks, feeling the length, the girth, brushing along the glans, the crown. Such light touches brought forth many gasps and tiny moans. Suddenly, they both stopped what they were doing and looked around. Of course there was no one else there—only each other. They looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and then even giggled. The giggling caused some movement in their hands, though, and they remembered what they were doing. Looking back down, they continued their tentative explorations of their partner’s cock.
After a couple of minutes, they began to rub in earnest, slowly at first, caressing, then more forcefully. After only about a minute, though, they both called out,“I’m cumming!!”
At that moment, all the pent-up sexual energy of their young lives was focused and released. They both shot the most intense load that either of them had ever experienced. The first blast from each cock leapt up and splattered across their faces. As did the second. The remainder hit their upper chests, stomachs and everything in between. Gasping for breath, the boys looked at each other grinning. Slowly their grins faded as they drew closer. Soon each was instinctively licking cum off the other’s face and body. Then their lips found each other and they began kissing, passionately, deeply, yet tenderly. They lay down, their bodies pressed together, rolling over, each taking turns at being on top.
Their cocks didn’t even have a chance to soften before this super-intense make-out session began. Deep were the kisses, tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. Slowly Ben (or was it Zack on top?) began to hump his hips against the other boy. Their hard cocks made contact and began to rub. As they rolled over, the whoever was on top continued the motion. Within moments both boys were over the edge again, a second simultaneous mind-blowing orgasm for each. Volley after volley of creamy boy-cum shot up between their bodies.
At the conclusion of the second orgasm, the boys slowly stopped kissing. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, smiled, rubbed noses and nuzzled. Zack, now on top, looked Ben in the eyes and said, “Thanks for suggesting that we play for clothes. I’ve wanted to for so long. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now.”
“I know how happy you are,” replied Ben. “I’m that happy, too.”
They kissed again, a long, deep, passionate kiss. Again they made that deep eye contact that communicated volumes between them. Looking at each other each boy said, “I love you.” And the other knew it was true.
Kissing gently, they rolled onto their sides, giggling about how slippery their torsos were with cum. Legs intertwined, they held each other close. Each boy felt as though he was being cuddled and protected by the other. A feeling of security and wholeness filled each boy as they drifted off to sleep.
Please feel free to respond and tell me what you think. I hope to continue the story...though I must admit it will be at irregular intervals.
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead is purely coincidental.
I hope you enjoy. Please let me know.
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The “Twins”
Prologue
Three days after their HS graduation, the “twins” turned eighteen. They weren’t really twins, but everyone in Kale, KS (population 5,792) called them that.
Their fathers were best friends from grade school. When they went to college (go KSU Wildcats) they naturally joined the same fraternity and roomed together. Early in their Freshmen year, they met two girls from Missouri, also best friends from grade school, and also roommates. Four years later they all received their college degrees. Two years after that, in a double ceremony that is still talked about in Kale, they were married.
After another three years or so, the two couples got together for dinner—they each had some news to share with the other. Turns out, they were both expecting…a side effect of private activities that took place after their Labor Day double date on the lake. All of these made for some striking coincidences, but the strangest of all was that both women went into labor around five o’clock in the morning on May 25. Both arrived at the hospital about 6:00. And, according to the birth certificates (and one nurse-witness in the hall between rooms who swears to have heard the cries) both babies were born at exactly 12:21.
And so Ben and Zack entered the world. They were practically raised together, neither wanting to be apart from the other. More often than not, on non-school nights, they spent the night at each other’s houses. Both fathers were called, “Dad” by both boys, and both mothers were called, “Mom.” When either family took a vacation, the other boy always tagged along. The boys were truly best friends—and were almost never apart.
The nickname “Twin” popped up naturally in a small town due to the circumstances of the family friendship and the timing of their births. The fact that the boys could finish each other’s sentences and seemingly communicate complex ideas with each other with only a brief glace across a classroom added fuel to the fire. Local legend had it that the angels just sent one soul to the hospital, so it had to split itself two ways.
Growing up, the boys were always well behaved. One time only were they naughty (pelting cars with snowballs at age 11), and the punishment for each was quick and severe: they were grounded from each other for 2 days. Each boy sat in his room crying for the period of grounding. Because they feared that punishment again, they never got in more trouble.
As they grew up, Zack excelled at football, and Ben at Basketball. While he wasn’t a star at it, Ben played football to support Zack and his sport. Zack, who wasn’t the best basketball player ever, returned the favor for Ben. Their favorite sport though, was Baseball. Which was their favorite pro team? The Twins, of course.
Growing up, they shared everything, and each assured the other that he had no secrets whatsoever. And other than that assurance, (for each one kept one thing from the other), they had never lied to each other.
On their 18th birthday, their parents gave them their gift: a trip to Kansas City to watch the Twins play the Royals. Not one game, but the entire 4 game series: Friday-Monday. Included in the trip were 4 nights in a nice hotel, and passes to the local amusement parks.
So here they were: eighteen years, three days old, six days out of High School, making the trip to KC—neither had any idea how much they would change over the next four days.
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Chapter 1.
Ben pulled up in front of Zack’s house in his Black Pontiac Firebird. The T-top was open and the bright, hot sun poured down over his body. A drop of sweat glistened and fell from the pointy end of a clump of his close-cropped, black hair as he honked the horn. No sooner did he let off the horn than Zack popped out of the house, jogging excitedly toward the car.
Ben took in the sight coming toward him: 6’1”, shaggy yet trimmed blonde hair framing a smooth face highlighted by beautiful blue eyes,—a hint of a curl in the hair. Arms smooth, hairless and muscular—veins running along their length. A Twins jersey, buttoned only halfway, hanging from his shoulders, one side was open revealing lightly tanned, creamy smooth skin; the other side clinging to a strong, well defined pectoral muscle. The untucked jersey covered the top of baggy khaki cargo shorts.
As Zack tossed his bag in the back seat, Ben caught a glimpse of wispy armpit hair. He felt his cock stir as the door opened and Zack sat down. He took a second and looked at the legs coated oh so lightly in hair and also at the loose shoes over black ankle socks. After about 1 second, he regained his composure, patted his friend’s shoulder (enjoying the contact), and pulled out of the driveway heading out on the three-hour drive to KC.
Zack took a moment to collect himself, to steel himself against what he was about to see, then glanced over at Ben. The first thing he noticed was the angular well-defined jaw. At that moment, Ben smiled. A jolt passed through Zack’s member when he saw the dimple appear. How he wanted to feel that dimple, caress it with his finger…with his tongue. The black, spiky hair on top of his head was perfect, and Zack felt he could lose himself in the dark eyes for hours.
For appearances’ sake, Zack looked at the road then back at Ben. This time his focus shifted to the arm holding the steering wheel. He loved the dark fuzzy hair on it, the veins that ran along its length, the defined, tight muscles. His eyes went up the arm toward Ben’s body— Ben’s open Twins jersey barely covering it. Before they got there, (Zack was saving the best for last), he glanced down at Ben’s legs. Dark fuzzy hair covered the well-defined muscles there, thicker lower on the legs with less higher until only a few wiry hairs covered Ben’s powerful thighs.
One more glance at the road, and then Zack looked at his friend’s body. Ben’s shirt was unbuttoned halfway, the smooth flawless skin of his chest had a light sheen of sweat in the early morning sun. Realizing that like always, he could look but not touch, Zack again turned his attention to the road, willing his half hard-on to subside.
Soon, they’d selected a radio station and listened in silence, occasionally turning to share a smile that spoke volumes about the freedom they each felt in this moment. As the miles rolled by, they chatted about this or that, this girl or that girl, made fun of one particularly fat woman eating fries in the car next to them, and all the things they wanted to do in KC.
The trip was uneventful, and before they knew it, Ben was navigating through Kansas City traffic. Soon they’d pulled into a parking garage, and got out, heading over to a sub sandwich shop for lunch. From there, they wandered around the Plaza, pausing to look at fountains and visiting some of the fancier stores there. All this they’d done before, but never without their parents somewhere nearby. The freedom they felt was palpable. Before they knew it, it was after 4:00, so they headed over to the hotel.
They had reservations at one of the better hotels in town…it was managed by one of their fathers’ fraternity brothers. When they came in and gave their names to the desk clerk, they were directed to the manager’s office.
“Hi, Mr. Mortensen,” Zack said as he knocked on the open office door.
“Hi, guys,” the manager replied. “Welcome to The Summit. Come on in, take a seat.”
The boys went into the office and chatted a few minutes with the manager, filling him in on their parents and life in Kale. Over the years, their families had stayed at this hotel a number of times…always at a discounted rate. College friendships can last a long time. As they chatted, the boys noticed a photo of a longish-haired kid about their age on the wall. “Is that Travis?” Ben asked. Travis was Mr. Mortensen’s son—they’d played together when they were younger. He was about 6 months older than the twins.
“Yes, that’s Travis. He graduated this year, too. He’s out with friends tonight, but should be around tomorrow. You guys should get together, for old time’s sake.”
“That sounds like fun. Didn’t he wrestle?”
“Yes, he did. Did either of you wrestle in high school?”
“No,” Ben replied, “we both played basketball. Still, I have to admire anyone who wrestles. It takes an amazing amount of effort. Really it is all about skill, will and strength. How did he do?”
“He medaled at state.”
“Wow,” both boys said in unison, impressed. They chatted some more before Mr. Mortensen handed them a key. “You have to put the key in the slot in the elevator to get to your room. I hope you don’t mind the room. Your dads asked for a double room, but it’s for your graduation…so I gave you an upgrade. The drawback is that it only has 1 bed. It’s a big bed—you probably won’t even know the other guy is there, but it is only 1. The room, though, is fantastic. If you’d rather have a different room, though, I can arrange that.”
“That’s okay, Mr. Mortensen,” Zack said, a grin appearing on his face. “We’ve…”
“Shared beds since the bed was a crib,” Ben finished, a smile of his own on his face.
The boys headed out of the office and over to the bank of elevators. They put the key in, and the elevator sped immediately up 17 floors to the top. The doors opened to an opulent hallway with only 4 doors. They went to their room, opened the door, and found themselves in an amazing, huge suite—their home for the next four nights.
“Holy crap,” Ben exclaimed as they walked through the door. “This place is amazing!”
The boys walked through the suite, exploring it. In the living room portion of the suite there was a mini-bar, stocked with only juices and pop—a note from Mr. Mortensen said, “Take what you want, it’s on the house—Happy Birthdays!” A wide selection of chips and snacks was on a basket on top of the mini-fridge. That room also had a bar, a long couch (a sleeper, of course), 2 overstuffed chairs, and a 42” LCD HDTV.
The bathroom was larger than many hotel rooms the boys had stayed in before. It had a whirlpool tub—easily big enough for 2, separate large marble tile shower with multiple heads, and 2 sinks. Marble floors and countertops finished off the bathroom.
The bedroom was unreal. The bed was absolutely huge—easily 8’ by 8’. They joked that they didn’t know what you called a bed that was bigger than King Size, but this was obviously it. Mounted on the wall was a 52” television.
They put their bags in the bedroom, vowed to unpack later, and went to the restroom to freshen up before going to the stadium. Standing side-by-side at the sinks, each boy took off his Twins jersey and covertly took the opportunity to study the other’s body.
Ben loved Zack’s maroon nipples—about the size of 50-cent pieces, perched atop his amazing pectoral muscles. Letting his eyes wander lower, he watched in the mirror as Zack’s abdominal muscles flexed in concert as he bent over to wash his face. He watched his back muscles flex and relax as he scrubbed a little. As Zack stood up, Ben made sure to catch a glimpse of the golden treasure trail that ran down into Zack’s gray Hollister boxer-briefs—which stuck up over his baggy shorts. He also loved looking at Zack’s Apollo’s belt…the diagonal line of muscle that slipped into his pants. Ben nearly fell over when Zack lifted his arm to put on deodorant revealing his wispy armpit hair.
Zack didn’t notice any of this close study because he was too busy staring at Ben’s quarter-sized brownish-red nipples that capped off chiseled pectoral muscles. How he wanted to lean over and lick one. Zack allowed his eyes to wander over Ben’s torso, the rippling muscle, the thin brown happy trail descending into the American Eagle boxer waistband sticking out above his baggy khaki cargo shorts. Zack loved Ben’s defined muscles, and the thin tuft of brown hair in his armpits.
Freshened up, they grabbed their jerseys, and put them on. Neither tucked them in…each needed the long tail in the front to cover his hardening cock.
They rode down the elevator in silence. Each happy to be with the other, each wanting a few minutes of privacy to “work out” some pent-up feelings, about the other, each desperately wanting the other, knowing it wasn’t to be.
They got in the car and were off to the stadium. Traffic broke the unspoken sexual tension between them and they were soon chatting. They got to the stadium and easily found their seats. After the third inning, they noticed a large area of unoccupied seats, so they moved in that direction. Feasting on hot dogs and nachos, they enjoyed watching the Twins win 1-0. A real pitchers’ dual, the game ended quickly and they found themselves in KC on a Friday night at 9:07 with little to do.
Zack suggested they go back to their hotel room and watch SportsCenter on one of their televisions—to see if they made TV as Twins fans on the Highlight roll. Ben agreed and they headed to the car. Once in the car, Ben tossed in a suggestion of his own: that they play cards. Zack thought this sounded like fun, so the plan was set.
Back in the room, they grabbed a couple of Cokes out of the mini-bar, and Ben got his cards while Zack turned on the TV. They sat at a small table in the living room portion of their suite.
“What do you want to play?” Ben asked, suddenly seeming a little nervous to Zack.
“How about the usual?” replied Zack, meaning poker—5 card draw.
“Ok,” Ben replied. He continued, “What should we play for?” now sounding more nervous than ever, almost like he was building up his courage.
Knowing what he really wanted, Zack instead asked, “The usual?” referring to dividing equally a bag of M&M’s and betting those–occasionally eating winnings—until one boy was without any M&M’s left. He’d then owe the other a dollar.
“Sure,” said Ben sounding a bit disappointed. “Or we could…,” this last with a more hopeful tone, then cut off.
“Could what?”
“No. It’s stupid. You wouldn’t want to.”
“You don’t know that until you ask,” replied Zack. He went on thinking: Is this going where I hope it is? Do I dare hope? Do I have the courage to bring it up?
“Trust me, I don’t think you’d want to. It might even freak you out a little. Forget I even said anything.”
“Ben, you’re my best friend in the world. I’ve known you since a few minutes after we were born. If it was important enough for you to bring up to me then I want to know. I swear no matter what you say, I’ll still be your best friend. Nothing can come between us.” Zack hoped this would provide the encouragement for Ben to say what was on his mind, or that it would at least match what Zack was hoping for, aching for. “Now, what do you suggest we play for? “ He asked this in a tone of voice that both boys knew well. It was the “time to be serious and not shit around tone,” used only in serious conversations.
“Well,” started Ben, “we could…uh…we could…um…” and here is voice practically died as his nervousness caused it to crack, “play…strip poker.”
As Ben said this, his eyes lowered to the tabletop. He knew his idea would be rejected, that Zack would be totally freaked out by that thought and that this was the end of their friendship. Ben waited for a reply. Five seconds. Ten. Unable to bear the silence any more, he looked up at Zack, a small smile on his face. Ben made eye-contact, feeling himself drawn into Zack’s beautiful blue eyes.
Once eye-contact was firmly established, Zack simply said, still in the serious, not-fucking-around-at-all voice, “I’d like that very much.”
“Really?!?” asked Ben, relief washing over him excitement building.
Zack smiled, “Really. Only I’d like to propose a rule,” this said a little more playfully now that the serious business had passed.
“What’s that,” asked Ben.
Now it was Zack’s turn to be nervous, especially given the second part of the rule, “The winner gets to remove the item of clothing from the loser. And gets to touch the loser’s exposed skin.”
“Deal,” replied Ben.
“OK, I will,” said Zack grabbing the cards and starting to shuffle.
“Should we move to the bed? Might be easier,” asked Ben.
They got up and moved, each now studying the other openly, each knowing his body was being studied. By the time they got to the bed, both boys were fully hard.
Zack shuffled, Ben cut, and Zack dealt the cards. After exchanging cards, Zack had a pair of threes, while Ben had a pair of sevens.
They put their cards down, and Ben reached over to Zack. He slid his hands down Zack’s legs, feeling the thin wispy hair there and caressing the taught muscles. At this first contact, both boys’ cocks jumped in their pants. When Ben reached Zack’s loose Under Armor shoes, he slipped them off, exposing 2 black ankle socks. He tossed the shoes to the floor.
Ben’s turn to shuffle and deal, they exchanged cards, only this time Zack came out on top. He returned the favor down Ben’s legs, feeling the soft yet wiry hairs on his legs, pausing to massage a little, and to enjoy. Ben’s Nike Shox shoes slipped off easily and both boys were even again in their black ankle socks, Ben’s Nike’s joining Zack’s on the floor.
Zack said, “I have to be honest: I’ve never been so hard before in my life. It almost hurts.”
“Me too,” said Ben. “It’s unreal.” He smiled now, “And lots of fun.”
Zack smiled and nodded his agreement as he shuffled and dealt. Ben lost again. Zack reached over and slid his hands up Ben’s legs, higher and higher until his fingers slid inside the open legs of Ben’s shorts and Ben began to tremble. Then he slid his hands down, hooked the socks, and pulled them off tossing them on the floor. He gently massaged each foot, sliding his fingers between Ben’s toes. Zack decided then and there that he kind of liked feet.
Shuffle. Deal. Ben lost again. Zack made Ben get up on his knees so he could unbutton his jersey. One by one came the buttons. When it was fully opened, Zack first slid his hands all around Ben’s body, and then slipped the jersey off Ben’s shoulders and tossed it to the corner of the room. Zack really took his time this time, feeling Ben’s hard torso. He loved its smoothness, the hard nipples and the way his muscles rippled under his taught skin. Zack noted that Ben’s shorts were really tented out in front, and a wet spot had appeared on the front of them at the point of the tent. His hands slid up again, feeling the fuzzy hairs that so lightly covered his body. Seeing Ben’s smile, he sat forward and put his finger in Ben’s dimple. He then took Ben’s arms, and had him put them behind his head as he explored Ben’s torso further. His arms up like this allowed his fingers to travel through his armpits, to feel the downy soft hair there. Finally, he concluded his tour with a thorough visit to Ben’s well-defined abdominals and Apollo’s belt.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack lost this time. Ben slid his hands up high on Zack’s legs, doing to Zack what Zack had done to Ben only moments before. Slowly he slid his hands down Zack’s powerful legs, feeling the hair. Arriving at Zack’s feet, Ben slowly peeled back his socks, taking time to look at Zack’s feet. He traced them a little, tickled a little. Ben wasn’t as keen on feet as Zack was, but he knew that Zack was enjoying what he was doing, so he really took his time.
Shuffle. Deal. Ben’s the loser. Zack made Ben stand up on the bed, then reached up, and unbuckled his belt. (Ben, for his part, was learning that he kind of liked being told what to do.) His shorts dropped a little and caught on his ass and cock. Zack reached up and unbuttoned the shorts, unzipping them, his hand running the length of Ben’s hardness. Ben gasped. The shorts fell down. Zack had Ben step out of them, then sit back down. Zack spent a good amount of time just staring at Ben, rubbing his upper thighs and torso, staring at the huge tent in his boxers, at the 50-cent piece sized wet spot at the tip of his cock.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack loses. Ben got up on his knees, leaned forward and pulled Zack’s shirt off over his head. Ben made sure that his penis was in position to rub against Zack’s shoulder, which caused both boys to shudder. Sitting down, he spent a good amount of time feeling Zack’s smooth body, the contours in the muscle.
Shuffle. Deal. Zack loses again. Ben makes Zack stand this time, opens his belt, unbuttons the pants while digging the heel of his hand into Zack’s monstrously hard cock, and watches the baggy shorts fall. He caresses Zack’s upper thighs, his arms, his smooth body. Ben takes time to study the outline of Zack’s hardness through his boxer briefs, and notices that Zack has a wet spot on his crotch to match his own.
They note that the game is tied. This hand decides everything. Shuffle. Deal. At the end of the hand, both boys had a pair of Kings with Ace, Queen, Jack. The chances of a tie are astronomically slim, but that’s what they had. But that’s the way everything in their life had been: astronomically slim that they’d share all that they did, but they did.
“What the hell?” asked Ben breaking the silence of the past few hands. “I guess we both win.”
“No,” said Zack, a devilish grin on his face, “I think we both lose. Get up on your knees.”
Ben complied and got up on his knees. Zack joined him, facing him. “On the count of three,” Zack said, “pull down my underwear. I’ll pull yours. One, two,”
“Wait,” Ben interrupted. Do we go on three or is it one, two, three, pull.”
Zack smiled. “One, two, three, pull..”
Ben nodded.
“Ready? One, two, three.”
Both boys tugged out and down freeing the other’s cock. Ben stared at Zack’s ram-rod straight, veiny think 8 inches surrounded by dirty blonde pubes. He’d seen it before, but never like this and never when he could take his time to look.
Zack stared down at Ben’s beautiful member. If not as thick as his own, it was a touch longer, and was also covered in veins. It stood up from a wispy nest of brown pubic hairs.
Each boy knealt with his head on the other boy’s shoulder. Finally, after some time, they each reached out tentatively, slowly until, at the exact same moment, their fingers grazed the bare skin of the other’s cock. Each boy gasped as a drop of precum simultaneously appeared at the tip of each cock. Their fingers traced each other’s cocks, feeling the length, the girth, brushing along the glans, the crown. Such light touches brought forth many gasps and tiny moans. Suddenly, they both stopped what they were doing and looked around. Of course there was no one else there—only each other. They looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and then even giggled. The giggling caused some movement in their hands, though, and they remembered what they were doing. Looking back down, they continued their tentative explorations of their partner’s cock.
After a couple of minutes, they began to rub in earnest, slowly at first, caressing, then more forcefully. After only about a minute, though, they both called out,“I’m cumming!!”
At that moment, all the pent-up sexual energy of their young lives was focused and released. They both shot the most intense load that either of them had ever experienced. The first blast from each cock leapt up and splattered across their faces. As did the second. The remainder hit their upper chests, stomachs and everything in between. Gasping for breath, the boys looked at each other grinning. Slowly their grins faded as they drew closer. Soon each was instinctively licking cum off the other’s face and body. Then their lips found each other and they began kissing, passionately, deeply, yet tenderly. They lay down, their bodies pressed together, rolling over, each taking turns at being on top.
Their cocks didn’t even have a chance to soften before this super-intense make-out session began. Deep were the kisses, tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. Slowly Ben (or was it Zack on top?) began to hump his hips against the other boy. Their hard cocks made contact and began to rub. As they rolled over, the whoever was on top continued the motion. Within moments both boys were over the edge again, a second simultaneous mind-blowing orgasm for each. Volley after volley of creamy boy-cum shot up between their bodies.
At the conclusion of the second orgasm, the boys slowly stopped kissing. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, smiled, rubbed noses and nuzzled. Zack, now on top, looked Ben in the eyes and said, “Thanks for suggesting that we play for clothes. I’ve wanted to for so long. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now.”
“I know how happy you are,” replied Ben. “I’m that happy, too.”
They kissed again, a long, deep, passionate kiss. Again they made that deep eye contact that communicated volumes between them. Looking at each other each boy said, “I love you.” And the other knew it was true.
Kissing gently, they rolled onto their sides, giggling about how slippery their torsos were with cum. Legs intertwined, they held each other close. Each boy felt as though he was being cuddled and protected by the other. A feeling of security and wholeness filled each boy as they drifted off to sleep.
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