The Bully's Secret

By: Thomas Gaige
(© 2005 by the author)

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By the time I was 13, I had already come to realize I was different than most other boys. While they ogled all the girls and spent all of their time trying to catch a glimpse of some cleavage, or a look up a skirt, I found myself watching them instead. Many of them had already lost their boyish looks, and their features had become more manly, which I found pleasing. I knew already at that point that I was gay. I wasn't the least interested in girls, but put a good looking guy within my sight, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'd watch him intently, and usually end up imagining what he'd might look like naked. I hated the fact that I was enamored with watching guys, but there was nothing I could do to force myself to be like other boys. As much as I tried to watch girls and be like other boys, my eyes were always drawn back, like magnets, to the very guys who I was trying to emulate.

The year I turned 13, I entered eighth grade. That year, a boy named Hans Shultz suddenly appeared in some of my classes. I'd never seen him before, and later found out that his family had just moved to our area from another state.

I was immediately enamored with Hans. Even though he was very good looking, I think it was probably his name that initially drew my attention to him. I couldn't fathom why his parents would've named him after the goofy Sgt. Shultz in the 1960's sitcom "Hogan's Heroes"! After I got past the humorous side of his name, I realized I was also curious about him because, my family had Germanic roots, and his was a VERY Germanic name. I figured he'd be VERY German himself, but I was wrong. He was just like any other American boy. In fact, he didn't look German at all to me. Unlike any German person I'd ever met, he had very dark skin. Hans wasn't black by any means, but he always looked to me like he had a deep tan - even in winter! His skin was beautiful. It looked soft and silky smooth, and was completely blemish-free. He also had very little, if any, body hair. He was the first boy whose body I found myself wishing I could run my hands over, just to feel his beautiful, smooth skin! In addition to having great skin, Hans had a nice looking body too. He was my height, which was average, and he was skinny. He had soft, silky looking straight brown hair, which he wore kind of long, so it hid his ears. His face appeared masculine in shape, but his features were soft, in an almost effeminate way. He had soft, brown eyes, that stared soulfully out from under thick brown eyebrows. He had a prominent, pointed, but nice looking nose, and full pink lips, that covered straight pearly white teeth. And when he smiled, the most adorable dimples indented his cheeks. Hans was an incredibly good looking guy. Unfortunately, as good looking as he was, he was also equally emotionally immature!

Hans would've been perfect, if he'd kept his mouth shut. Unfortunately, he didn't. All too soon it became obvious to everyone that he was a complete asshole!

* * *

It didn't take very long for Hans to catch onto the fact that I wasn't on the "A" list. Hell I wasn't even on the "B" list. I wasn't a jock. I wasn't a book worm. And, I wasn't a pot head either. Nor was I one of the kids who was always in trouble. I was one of those kids who didn't really belong in any particular group or clique. Because of this, most of the other guys didn't want to hang around with me. Wanting to make a good impression on the other guys, Hans immediately began publicly ostracizing and ridiculing me, and a few other guys who suffered the same circumstances I did.

As gorgeous as Hans was, he was a real asshole. He pulled pranks on some of us; tripped one or two guys in the hallway; knocked books out of our arms on the stairways; terrorized a couple of guys, who really were wussy, in the boys' room (fortunately I wasn't one of them. I guess he thought I was too big to pick on that way.); and of course called us all names like "Fairy", "Faggot", or his favorite - "Pussy". The list of Hans's offenses goes on. Most of you know the routine, having either been picked on yourselves, witnessed other kids being picked on, or possibly, having been one of the guys who was doing the bullying!

[Author's Comment: ~ Tom raises an eyebrow and stares accusingly at the guys who were bullies! Then, grins and starts to snicker ~ If you, yes you, who are reading this story, were a bully in school... I hope you realize now that - you're no better than anyone else - especially when you consider the fact you're sitting here reading gay porn! ~ winks and chuckles ~]

Anyway, as I was saying... Hans quickly showed what a complete asshole he was. His plan to establish that he was better than those of us he was picking on didn't work out the way he'd hoped it would though. Apparently he appeared to be such a jackass that none of the other kids took a liking to him either, as he was never accepted into any of the established cliques. He never made it onto the "A" list, nor the "B" list. In fact, as much as he bullied those of us who weren't on those lists either, he actually became one of us - a guy who didn't really fit into any group!

Nobody seemed to like Hans. He either wasn't good at sports, or wasn't interested in them, I never really found out which was the case. Anyway, because of this he wasn't accepted by the jocks. He wasn't smart, so he couldn't be a book worm. He apparently wasn't into drugs - so he couldn't join the pot heads. Even the bad-ass kids who were real troublemakers didn't want him around, because he never really got into bad enough trouble. Everyone thought Hans was a jackass! Since he'd shit all over the rest of us who weren't in any cliques, we didn't want him hanging around with us either. Although, I doubt he would've tried to hang out with us anyway, after having bullied us and called us all Faggots. In the end, Hans became pretty much a loner, shunned by everyone.

* * *

As time went by, Hans's situation didn't change. Upon reflection though, I guess he must've matured a little, because after a couple years he stopped picking on everyone. Then again, maybe the reason he stopped was because those of us he picked on grew emotionally strong enough to tell him to leave us alone. I know that's what happened to me.

It happened one day in science lab in 9th grade. The teacher assigned Hans to work with me on an experiment.

He walked over to me, snickered, and said, "I gotta work with you Pussy.
Move over and let me do that!"

Very loudly I said, "You may have to work with me, but I was here first, I'm doing the work, and if you call me a Pussy or anything else ever again, I'll pound your ass into the ground!"

He was stunned, and embarrassed. Everyone had stopped to stare at us. Several people started to chuckle, but I was surprised when I saw a couple of genuine smiles too. Across the room, I saw a smile spread across the teacher's face as well!

Hans quickly started to snicker, hoping to regain his composure.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something I assumed would also be derogatory, I said "Shut your mouth if you know what's good for you!"

The teacher walked by just then. It took a little effort for him to replace the smirk on his face with a stern look. Finally, he turned and looked pointedly at both of us. Thoroughly embarrassed by then, Hans shut his mouth and stood stewing for the rest of the class, while I did the experiment.

That was the last time Hans bullied me in any way. From then on, if we had to deal with one another, it was strictly business. We said only what needed saying.

This seemed to be how things went for Hans with a lot of the kids. He never seemed to develop any real friendships. He managed to make some superficial ones though, so that he did have someone to sit with at lunch. Those guys were mostly the hardass troublemakers though, who were really screwed up. Like I said early, as much of an asshole as Hans was, he wasn't that bad a troublemaker either. Consequently, even the bad-ass kids didn't really accept him, even though they let him eat with them. Hans remained pretty much a loner.

* * *

By the end of ninth grade, I'd worked my way up the social ladder a bit. Having told Hans off helped I expect. But also, I had worked my way up to borderline book worm status. And, I'd also proved I wasn't quite the klutz at all sports as some of the guys thought. I did fairly well at soccer, and I'd actually whipped another kid's ass in wrestling during gym class! As a result, I'd developed some friendships with some of the more 'average' kids on the "B" list, and they actually pulled me up into their group with them!

* * *

In our Sophomore year, maybe because I'd stood up to him the year before, or maybe because of my acceptance by some of the "B" list kids, or maybe because he'd actually matured more himself, or possibly because of a combination of these reasons, I noticed that whenever I ran into Hans, that he had completely lost his "attitude" with me. It seemed he didn't have it with anyone else anymore really either. Instead, he seemed willing, and maybe even a little eager to try and talk with me. Maybe he thought I'd help him finally get on the "B" list!

I never forgot how poorly Hans had treated me and the other kids though. I decided however, not to lower myself to his previous level, and acted civilly toward him. If he spoke to me, I spoke back. I didn't go out of my way to try and be friendly toward him though.

By the time we were juniors, Hans had changed even more. He'd lost all signs that he'd ever been a bully. Instead, he appeared to be meeker and more subservient than he'd been previously, at least that's how he acted when he was around me. For whatever reason, he also ended up in most of my classes with me that year.

I didn't know why, but I noticed too that he'd started to gravitate toward me. He sat near me in the classes we were in together. He tried to talk to me. He even smiled at me. This really made me wonder. After a while I realized I didn't care why. He didn't appear to have a hidden agenda, where he was just waiting to turn on me again, so I more or less ignored him. It was a little hard to ignore him when he smiled though, because when he did, I loved how cute he looked with those adorable dimples of his. Looking at him when he smiled, I realized he'd actually become incredibly sexy looking too! Often I found myself popping a semi when he was around and I got to look at him! When this happened, it made me wish we were good friends - friends who liked each other enough to experiment sexually with one another!

* * *

I'd had such an experience a couple years earlier, when my parents and I went to Texas to visit some friends of my mother. They had a son named Eddie, who was my age. We spent two weeks with Eddie and his parents. While we were there, I had to share Eddie's room, and his bed with him. Luckily, we seemed to like each other right away. In fact, we quickly became really good friends.

Being 14, Eddie and I were both very sexually curious. Eddie was fortunate that his father, who was apparently a bit of a pervert, kept a LOT of pornographic magazines, books, and video tapes in the house. Eddie had discovered where he hid them a few months before our visit, and regularly "borrowed" some of them to masturbate with. Of course, he wanted to show off to me, and as soon as we were sequestered in his room the first night, he broke out his stash of most recently "borrowed" porn. I stared incredulously at the first magazine he showed me, which was a hardcore porn magazine. I'd never seen one before. All I'd ever seen was Playboy or Penthouse. The magazines Eddie showed me had obviously been bought at a porn shop! They showed everything - AND - there were guys in all the pictures too!

Although it was a straight porn magazine Eddie had tossed to me, within a minute of leafing through it with my mouth hanging open, I'd developed a serious semi, which was threatening to become a full-blown hardon. The book was filled with pictures of gorgeous guys, fucking big-titted women, or being sucked off by them. They were all really good looking guys! Of course I didn't let on to Eddie that it was the guys I was most interested in. I just kept flipping back and forth through the pages, staring incredulously at all the pictures!

Shortly, I had a raging hardon! I didn't want Eddie to see the bulge in my crotch, so I quickly dropped the magazine to my lap. Glancing up, I saw that Eddie was looking right at me. I immediately felt my face heat up.

Eddie chuckled then and said, "You don't have to hide your woody. I got one too! This is good stuff - ain't it?"

I blushed deeper still, as Eddie grinned lewdly at me. Automatically, my eyes dropped to his crotch, and I saw that Eddie wasn't lying, he too was severely tenting his jeans.

"Told ya so," he laughed, when I looked up again.

I realized then that I'd blatantly looked as his crotch, while he was still looking at me. Of course, I blushed more profusely than ever.

"Hey! Don't sweat it! Remember! I copped a glance at your's too!" he said, smiling in an understanding way. Then he grinned lewdly and added, "Looks like you got a nice big one too!"

I must've been purple-faced by then, but I managed a grin and said, "it's OK I guess. Y-your's looks big too!"

He continued grinning at me.

"I gotta idea," he said, his smile fading, and a look of arousal spreading over his countenance. "Let's watch a flick!"

His lewd grin returned, as he saw the surprised look on my face. Quickly he pulled a video tape out of the bag of porn he'd had stashed under his bed, and popped it into the VCR. A moment later, a porn film appeared on the TV screen. Quickly, Eddie lowered the volume way down, so nobody else in the house could hear the sex sounds from it.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I'd never seen a porn film before.

A blonde girl with big tits was sucking off a young dark-haired guy, who had a huge cock and balls! Another dark-haired guy was standing next to them, jacking off his equally huge dick, waiting his turn to be sucked off.

After barely a minute had passed, my cock was throbbing, and a wet spot had started to form where the tip of it was stretching against my boxers. I glanced at Eddie, and saw that he again had a serious, aroused look on his face. He was breathing deeply too. Apparently he forgot I was in the room with him, because as I watched him, I saw his hand move to his crotch. He cupped his genitals and gave them a gentle, but firm squeeze.

I must've made a sound, because Eddie looked up suddenly and saw me watching him grope himself. I gave him a friendly smirk. He blushed and smiled sheepishly, as he pulled his hand away from the bulge in his pants.

"So do you jack off?" Eddie asked, taking me completely by surprise.

He grinned when he saw the surprised look on my face.

"It's OK to admit it if you do. Dad says most all boys do. I do it," he said, somewhat matter-of-factly.

"uh.... well... yeah, I do too," I replied, blushing deeply again.

"Cool!" Eddie grinned, again.

We both turned our attention back to the video then. Within a couple minutes, the first guy started moaning and moving his hips back and forth, so he was literally fucking the girl's mouth. Suddenly the girl pulled off his cock and began masturbating him. A moment later, he groaned and sprayed a load of cum all over her face! She kept on sliding her hand up and down his spit-slicked dick, as he spasmed 3 or 4 more times, each time, adding more jism to the globs she already wore on her face.

As the guy's orgasm ended, I realized, I'd reached down and squeezed my dick, just like Eddie had a minute earlier. When I glanced at Eddie, he was looking at me grinning a shit-eating grin. It was my turn to blush and quickly withdraw my hand.

"Told you this was good stuff!" he said.

I just smiled sheepishly.

A minute later, as the girl was starting to go down on the second guy, Eddie casually asked, "So, anyone ever give you a blow job before?"

"No," I said, my embarrassment over getting caught groping myself fading a little. "You?"

Eddie grinned and said, "Yeah, I've been sucked off!"

"Really?" I asked, incredulously.

Eddie grinned saucily and nodded.

"Well???" I asked. "How'd it feel?"

"Awesome!" Eddie grinned.

"Damn! I can't wait for someone to suck me off once!" I said.

Still grinning, Eddie said, "I know, I can't wait for it to happen to me again too!"

We both sat grinning and looking at each other for a minute. I felt hornier at that moment, than I ever remembered feeling before. I could see from the look on Eddie's face, that he was extremely horny too!

Eddie's grin faded then. As he continued looking directly at me, he began to look serious again. Then, a slightly wanton look spread over his face too. I could tell he wanted to say something, but that he appeared almost afraid to.

Finally, in a low, husky voice he said, "I'll do you, if you do me!"

His face looked nervous, as he looked at me, awaiting my reaction.

"WHAT?" I cried, incredulously. I couldn't believe what he'd said. I would've thought he was joking around, but he looked completely serious. I was confused Could he possibly have been serious?

Eddie looked mortified, and a little scared then. His eyes looked like they were starting to well up with tears a little. He must've assumed by my outburst that I was going to turn on him. We sat staring at each other, neither knowing what to say or do.

Finally, in a much softer, albeit confused tone, I asked "Are you serious?"

Some of the fear went out of Eddie's expression, when he heard my more calm voice. He studied my face, as I sat studying his, trying to read from his expression if he really was serious. Although he looked nervous, and uncertain about how to respond, I noticed that he looked really horny yet.

"Yes," he said, softly, a moment later, taking a deep breath, but looking nervous yet.

"Really?" I asked, still stunned.

He looked even a little more nervous then, but after a minute, he nodded solemnly, not taking his eyes off mine.

"Was it a guy who sucked you off before?" I asked, suddenly realizing it probably was.

Again, he nodded solemnly, saying, "What girl would want to suck ME off?"

I felt my eyes open a little wider and my eyebrows move up a little.

I was so stunned by this revelation that without thinking, I said the first thing that came into my mind. "Well, I think you're really good looking! I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to suck you off!"

Eddie looked surprised, and a little confused then, but he smiled and said "thanks", as I blushed, realizing what I'd just said. My embarrassment abruptly left me though as I suddenly realized something else.

"Oh my God!" I burst out, sounding incredulous again. "So does that mean you sucked him off too?"

Eddie hesitated a moment uncertainly, but then, blushing deeper, and looking nervous again, he nodded.

"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, dumbfounded.

Eddie cracked a quick, slight smile at my initial reaction, but this disappeared right away again, as he waited to see how I really felt about what he'd just admitted to me.

I was so surprised, I just sat looking at him for several seconds, not knowing what else to say. Eddie remained silent, just looking nervously at me.

Finally, I asked, "So... did you like doing him?"

Eddie didn't reply right away, but blushed again.

Finally, he said, "It wasn't terrible. In fact, it wasn't really that bad. I mean, it's not something I had ever thought I'd want to do, but I really wanted him to suck me off, and that's what he wanted me to do in return."

"Wow," I said, non-plussed.

We looked at each other for a moment again, then Eddie said, "Look, forget I said anything. I can tell you don't want to. But can I ask you to PLEASE not tell anyone about this?"

His face took on an almost desperate look then.

"NO!" I cried, surprising myself even more than Eddie.

Eddie looked confused by my sudden outburst. I could tell he wasn't sure what I'd said "NO!" to.

"Um... I mean, if you wanta do it, I guess we can try it," I said.

I could feel my face getting hot again.

Eddie's eyebrows shot up and he looked surprised.

"Really?" he asked, in an unbelieving tone.

Still blushing, I smiled a small, nervous smile, and nodded slightly.

"You're sure?" Eddie asked, studying me closely.

Again I nodded, this time with more conviction.

"Cool!" Eddie said, breaking into a grin. "Let's get naked then!"

* * *

As Eddie immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, I sat for a minute, stunned by what had happened over the last few minutes, and what was apparently about to take place. It seemed unbelievable, and almost surrealistic. I of course knew by then that I was gay, and I couldn't wait to start having sex! I spent much of my free time jacking off, fantasizing about having sex with a gorgeous guy. Now, suddenly, here was a good looking guy who apparently wanted exactly the same thing, and as I sat there contemplating all this, somewhat awestruck that my fantasies were all about to come true, he was busily stripping his clothes off.

Suddenly Eddie realized I wasn't getting undressed. He was down to just his socks and underpants, the front of which were seriously tenting. I saw a tiny wet spot on the fabric, where the tip of his dick was pressing.

"Um... you didn't change your mind, did you?" Eddie asked, stopping and looking at me.

"No! No!" I said, grinning. "I was just thinking how I can't believe this is happening.

Eddie smiled again then, as I got up and started to undress too. He stood and watched me strip then, waiting for me to catch up to the point of undress he was at. Then, when I'd gotten down to just my socks and boxers too, we each removed our socks. Finally we were both standing facing each other with only our tenting boxers on. The small damp spot where the tip of Eddie's dick was poking into his boxers looked a little larger than it had a minute earlier. I knew my boxers probably had a wet spot on them too. After looking each other up and down a minute, we both smiled shyly at each other, then we both reached for the waistbands of our boxers, and at the same time pushed them down. Eddie bent all the way down to remove his, while I let mine slide down my legs, then stepped out of them.

"Wow! Your's is big!" Eddie said, when he straightened up and looked at me.

"Your's is too!" I said, although it was definitely a little shorter than mine, which was about 6-1/2" long at that point in my life. We were both circumsized, and each had average looking patches of dark pubic hair.

"Not like your's though," Eddie said, with a trace of disappointment in his voice.

Smiling though, he stepped over to me then, and reached for my dick.

"ohhh!" I gasped, as his warm, soft hand wrapped around my rigid tool, and began massaging it. Nobody had ever touched my genitals before, and I couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched down there by someone else!

Eddie grinned at my reaction, and I smiled back at him.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly, then, when I reached down and grasped his cock and began stroking him as well.

I felt Eddie release my cock a moment later. His hand moved to my scrotum then, and he cupped my balls, and gave them a gentle squeeze. I followed his lead and fondled his testicles too. He returned to my cock after a minute, and I again took his too. As he started to masturbate me again, he reached behind me with his other hand and stroked my ass. I did the same to him. Eddie had a great ass! Nice smooth, firm, but squeezable cheeks.

My eyes flew open a minute later, as one of Eddie's fingers suddenly sccoped deeply through my crack, the tip of it raking over my hole.

"OOhhh!" I gasped.

Eddie grinned devilishly.

I grinned back at him, then ran my finger through Eddie's cleavage, rubbing the tip of it over his pucker too. The devilishness went out of Eddie's grin, and he just smiled pleasurefully at me.

"Lie down on the bed," he said then, letting go of my dick.

* * *

Grinning, with anticipation, I let go of Eddie's dick and stepped over to the bed and laid down on it. Smiling, Eddie pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Then he quickly lowered his face toward my crotch. He picked up and held my stiff dick up with his thumb, and index and middle fingers, and started licking around and around the head of it, like it was a lollipop. It felt wonderful. Not half as wonderful as it did though, when a moment later, he plunged his hot, wet mouth down over the full length of my shaft.

"Oh Fuck!" I gasped, as Eddie sucked the entire length of my tool into his mouth.

Immediately, Eddie began sliding his mouth up and down my rod, and he cupped my balls with his left hand, and gently began fondling them.

"Mmmm... God that feels good," I groaned. I'd never felt anything so awesome before!

Eddie gave my balls a slightly harder, longer squeeze in response.

I couldn't believe how great Eddie's mouth felt as it slid up and down my cock. It was way better than a hand job! And, I quickly realized it wouldn't take too long before I had an orgasm.

After a minute, I suddenly felt Eddie probing my ass crack with his finger, which was wet with some of his spit. I drew my knees up sideways a little, spreading my thighs further apart, to give Eddie easier access to my asshole, which I hoped he would finger again. It had felt great when he'd ran his hand finger over it earlier.

As soon as I pulled my knees up, Eddie's finger slid into my crevice, and he drilled his way inward with it, until he made contact with my rosebud.

"Mmmmm!" I groaned with pleasure again, as Eddie began rubbing my anus with his fingertip.

Eddie continued sucking up and down the full length of my cock, and rubbing my asshole then. Within less than a minute, I felt my orgasm building up.

"I'm gonna shoot soon Eddie," I announced, figuring he'd back off me, like the girl in the porn flick had. I hoped he'd at least finish me off with a hand job.

Eddie didn't stop sucking on me though. In fact he just sped up his sucking and fingering action a little. It felt fantastic.

"Awwww... I'm gonna cum man!" I groaned, a moment later, a little more anxiously, as I felt my orgasm about to begin.

Still Eddie continued working on me. I tried to hold back, figuring he wouldn't want me to cum in his mouth. I didn't know how long I could hold off though. I was almost at my climax!

I'd never felt so much sexual tension built up in my body as I did then. My body was squirming around, and I felt like I was going to explode.

"I'm really gonna shoot! Right now!" I cried, trying desperately to hold back till Eddie could back off.

Eddie started sucking on me even harder and faster then, and suddenly I felt his finger slide right through my anus, and he began fucking me with it. With each inward thrust of his finger, I felt him touching me in a spot I didn't even know existed inside me. It felt awesome! I instantly became delirious with sexual pressure.

I couldn't hold back any longer then. As if he realized I was about to explode, Eddie suddenly jammed his finger deep inside me, pressing gently on what I now know was my prostate, and my orgasm began! With a groan, I blew what felt like the biggest load of cum I'd ever shot, right into Eddie's mouth, and my asshole clamped tightly around his finger! I didn't care anymore that he was getting a mouthful of my jism. That was his problem if he didn't like it. I just prayed that when he pulled off me he'd take over with a hand job. I'd never felt such incredible pleasure from an orgasm before, and I didn't want it to ever end!

As my orgasm continued, I was surprised that Eddie never pulled his mouth off my dick! He swallowed my cum, and kept on sucking on me! I was shocked! I was also grateful, because it was the best orgasm I'd ever had. Eddie seemed to sense this, and kept on working on me, sliding his mouth up and down my dick, and his finger in and out of my ass, rubbing over my prostate. As he did, my orgasm continued. I spasmed repeatedly over the next several seconds, each time blowing more cum down Eddie's throat. Still, he never stopped pleasuring me!

Eventually, my orgasm subsided. Eddie slowed down his pace, but he never stopped sucking on me, nor did he stop finger-fucking me. In fact, he left his finger jammed up inside me, and he gently massaged my prostate, while he continued sucking slowly and luxuriously up and down my rod, which was still rock hard. It felt great!

After about a half a minute, I felt my body tense up ever so slightly. Then, an involuntary shudder passed through me, and my asshole clenched tightly. At the same time, I felt a final bit of semen pulse through my dick, and ooze into Eddie's mouth.

Finally, Eddie slid his finger out of my asshole. Then, he sucked my dick dry, as he pulled off me. My entire body relaxed, and I felt bathed in a warm, wonderful feeling, as Eddie sat back on his heels, swallowing the last bit of my cum. Then, he licked his lips and grinned at me.

"Damn! You have good tasting cum!" he said.

"Fuck man! I can't believe you let me cum in your mouth!" I said, grinning incredulously at him. "That was the most awesome thing I've ever felt Eddie! I can't believe how great it was! Thanks man!"

Eddie's grin broadened and he said, "Glad you liked it!"

We continued grinning at each other for a minute, as we both recovered from our encounter.

A minute later, looking horny again, Eddie said sounding both doubtful, yet hopeful at the same time, "Um... you still wanta do me yet?"

I was so lost in the revelation over how great a blowjob felt, that I'd completely forgotten Eddie hadn't been taken care of yet.

Although I had agreed to suck him off too, now that I wasn't horny anymore myself, it wasn't something I felt as anxious to do. I didn't think I'd mind actually sucking on his penis, I wasn't sure though that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, like he'd let me do to him.

"Uh... yeah... but, I'm not sure I want you cumming in my mouth," I said. "I hadn't expected you to let me do that. That's why I tried to warn you I was gonna cum!"

Eddie's grin faded a little. Although he was still smiling, he looked a little disappointed.

"That's OK," he said. "I'll tell you before I'm ready to shoot. You can pull off then if you want. But, would you please finish me off with a hand job if you do, like the girl did in the porn film?"

"Sure," I said, smiling.

I was relieved he wasn't going to make me drink his jizz. At the same time though, I felt a little bad, because he'd made it so good for me, by drinking mine, and now I wasn't going to reciprocate.

* * *

We traded places then, and a moment later, I was staring closely at Eddie's hard penis. I'd never seen a penis so close-up before, not even my own, since I couldn't bend down to get as close to it as I was to Eddie's right then. Consequently, I took a moment then to take a good look at Eddie's. He had a really nice one!

Eddie's piss slit was moist with pre-cum. I brushed it off with the tip of my thumb. Then, I started to lick the head of his dick, just like he'd done to me at first. I could taste a slightly salty flavor, which I knew was from his pre-cum. I'd tasted a little of my own cum a few times before when it had dribbled down over my thumb or fingers while I was jerking off. The flavor I tasted on the head of Eddie's dick, tasted similar to it. I hadn't been impressed one way or the other with the taste of my own cum, but I found, somewhat to my surprise, that I didn't find the flavor of Eddie's so bad really. In fact, I kind of liked it.

"Mmmm..." Eddie moaned softly.

Glancing up at his face, I saw him looking down at me smiling, as he laid with his hands clasped together behind his head. In that position, Eddie's armpits were completely exposed, and I had a good view of the little tufts of dark hair he had in each one. I'd always found guy's armpits sexy, so seeing Eddie's exposed pits aroused me again. I'd have loved to investigate them more closely, but I was busy with Eddie's dick, so instead, I immediately sucked his whole dick into my mouth and began sucking up and down on it.

"Oh yeah!" Eddie groaned, as I began to pump my mouth up and down his rod. "That's the way to do it. Just watch your teeth, they're scraping a little."

Quickly I adjusted my mouth, so my lips stuck down past the edges of my teeth.

"Much better!" Eddie murmured when I'd continued.

As I continued sucking on his dick, Eddie pulled his knees up, as I'd done when he started playing with my ass. I took this as a sign he wanted me to play with his asshole too, like he'd done to me. I let some of my saliva dribble down his dick, and wiped it up with my finger. Then, I pressed it into his ass crack, shoving it inward, until I made contact with his hole.

"Mmmmm!!!" Eddie moaned softly, as I began massaging his pucker, just as he'd done to me.

Glancing up I saw that his eyes were closed, but that he had a smile on his face. I began sucking up and down his dick, and fingering his hole in earnest then.

Within less than a minute, Eddie was moaning and squirming about. I also tasted his pre-cum again. Again, it wasn't bad. I could tell his orgasm was building up.

Seconds later, Eddie moaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

I'd planned on pulling off his dick, and finishing him with a handjob, but, the flavor of his pre-cum lingered in my mouth, and I found myself thinking I'd hold out sucking on him as long as I could, so he enjoyed himself as much as possible.

"Gonna shoot man!" he gasped, squirming about even more, sounding anxious, like I'd felt when I thought he would've wanted to pull off me. I could tell he was on the brink of his orgasm.

Something inside me told me to just keep going though, and let him cum in my mouth. So I did. I started sucking harder and faster on him, and finger-fucking him harder, trying to find the same spot he'd found inside me.

I must've suddenly found it because all of a sudden, Eddie groaned loudly, and I felt his asshole squeeze my finger, then suddenly I felt a splat against the back of my throat, and my mouth was flooded with his warm, salty, slightly gelatinous fluid. Eddie was cumming, and he was shooting his jizz in my mouth! It all had happened so fast, I was slightly surprised, and didn't remember to swallow.

"Awww...." Eddie moaned, and I felt more of his cum filling my mouth, which was already pretty full of it from his first ejaculation.

I quickly swallowed, then continued sucking up and down on Eddie.

"MMMmmmm!" he moaned, and my mouth was again filled with his saltiness. Again I swallowed.

I kept on sucking on his dick, and swallowing his cum then, until his orgasm had ended. Like he'd done for me, I kept on sucking on him, and massaging his prostate for a while afterward, until he too had shuddered and oozed a last bit of cum into my mouth. I swallowed that too, then licked him dry, and sat up.

"Shit! You let me cum in your mouth!" he said, grinning. "Thought you didn't want to do that!"

"Your pre-cum tasted OK, so I thought I'd see what happened," I said, smiling.

"Glad you did," Eddie said, still grinning. "Blow jobs are best if you get sucked on all the way through them! And, the one you just gave me was GREAT!"

I just grinned.

* * *

That evening was a turning point in my life. Before that night, I'd been pretty sure I was gay, because I knew I was only attracted to guys. I wasn't sure though, if I was truly gay. I knew that to really be gay, I'd have to like sex with guys too. After my experience with Eddie, I knew without a doubt that I was gay, because I'd loved having sex with him! I also knew I wanted more! I just hoped he felt the same way.

I needn't have worried about whether Eddie would want to have sex with me again. I soon found out he was just as gay as I was, and just as gung ho about having sex with me, as I was about having it with him! Eddie and I sucked each other off two more times that night. The first time we did it the same way as we did it our initial time. The next time though, we decided to try getting in a '69'. That worked nicely too we found.

That night was the first night of the most awesome two weeks of my entire life! For the next two weeks, Eddie and I spent as much time locked in his room, naked, having sex with each other as we could. Our parents were so busy having fun by themselves, that they didn't pay so much attention to us, especially since we seemed to be getting along so well together. So, we managed to have a lot of time alone! Each morning when we woke up we had sex. Sometimes if our parents went out to breakfast, we showered together and did it in the shower. Then, at least two or three times during the day we either got together in Eddie's room, or some other private place we could find. Then, each evening, we'd spend together in Eddie's room, pleasuring each other, late into the night!

* * *

After a couple days of just sucking, and finger-fucking each other, I told Eddie how a couple years earlier, I had found a penis-shaped dildo in one of my mother's dresser drawers, buried under her bras. I didn't mention to Eddie that I'd been trying my mother's bras on for excitement at the time. He didn't ask either. I guess he was too curious about where I was going with the dildo story. Anyway, I told him how not long after I figured out I was gay, I'd "borrowed" Mom's dildo and tried stuffing it up my ass, because I knew gay guys liked to be fucked up the ass. I liked the feeling when I tried her dildo, so I began "borrowing" it, and using it on myself, whenever she wasn't home.

Eddie grinned and told me he liked stuffing things up his ass too. He'd tried several things. He'd found his favorite thing to stick up his ass was a hunk of kielbasa. He said it felt most realistic. He discovered this one night after his mother had made it for supper and there was a 10" hunk of one leftover. That night he swiped it from the refrigerator and tried using it as a dildo. It had worked great, although it was a little cold he said. He tried warming it up in the microwave a little, and that made it feel nice and warm - like a real dick! He said his mother was surprised when he asked her to make kielbasa all the time after that.

After finding out we both liked to shove things up our asses, we decided we should definitely try fucking each other. Nobody was home at the time, so Eddie suggested we shower, so we were clean. We spent some time fondling each other, getting each other highly aroused in the shower, then we went to Eddie's room.

I agreed to let Eddie try fucking me first. So, he positioned me on my stomach on his bed, with a pillow under my pelvis, like he'd seen a guy do with a woman in one of his father's porn films. He quickly reached under his bed, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly he had. Then he got on the bed, between my legs. He had me pull my knees up and out, which opened my ass cheeks wide, fully exposing my asshole to him.

"Damn! You've got a beautiful ass!" he exclaimed, softly.

I grinned.

"OK, just relax, and enjoy what I do. I'm not gonna fuck you right away. I gotta get you ready first," he said.

"OK," I said, relaxing and laying my head down on the bed, expecting Eddie to start fingering me.

Suddenly, I felt Eddie's tongue swipe over my asshole!

"What the fucK?" I gasped. My head flew up, and spun around so I could look at him.

Eddie was grinning at me.

"I told you to relax and enjoy it!" he said. Then he licked my hole again.

"Fuck!" I said. "That's my asshole you're licking man!"

"Why do you think I suggested the shower?" he asked. "You're clean, so it's OK. It's a way to get you ready to be fucked. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Hell yeah!" I said.

"well, just relax and let me do my work," Eddie said.

With that, Eddie leaned down and began lapping away at my anus again.

"Fuck!" I gasped, as I dropped my head back down. What he was doing felt incredible!

Eddie proceeded to literally wash my ass with his tongue, licking me all over. Then he started to eat my asshole out with his tongue. It felt awesome! I found myself pushing my ass up in the air toward him, as I wanted more and more of his tongue. I heard him chuckle then, and suddenly felt his tongue press right through my sphincter, and stab up inside me.

"AWWWWWwww!!!" I cried out. It felt awesome!

Eddie began fucking his tongue in and out of me then. I'd never felt anything like it. It was incredible.

After a while, he pulled his tongue out of me, and started using his index finger instead, which he'd squirted some KY jelly on. A minute later, he was shoving both his index and middle fingers, which were generously lubed, in and out of me. It felt fantastic, and all I could think was how much I wanted to feel his dick inside me then.

"Just give me your cock man!" I gasped, unable to wait any longer.

Eddie chuckled, but pulled his fingers from my ass, then got into position between my legs. I heard him lubing his dick, then he leaned forward, and I felt the head of his cock pushing on my asshole.

"OK, you gotta relax your hole now. Don't squeeze it shut, or it'll hurt. In fact push like you're gonna take a shit," he instructed.

Surprised by Eddie's apparent knowledge on how to butt fuck, I turned and looked at him and said, "How do you know so much about this man?"

Eddie blushed a little, then said, "Well... it's not really my first time. Remember Xavier, that guy I told you about who taught me how to suck?"

I nodded. After our first time sucking each other, Eddie had told me that the boy he'd done it with before was a boy who used to live nearby named Xavier. Xavier was 4 years older that Eddie, but, because there weren't other boys his age in the neighborhood to hang around with, he'd often played with Eddie. Eddie said that when he was 12 and Xavier was 16, Xavier had seduced him, talking him into letting him suck him off. Xavier had sucked Eddie off then, and Eddie, who'd just started having mature orgasms, had found blow jobs awesome. Xavier offered to give Eddie one whenever he wanted, but he had asked if Eddie would suck on his dick a little too. Eddie agreed, and found that he liked sucking on Xavier's dick, and that he even liked it when Xavier came, filling his mouth with his cum. Eddie said that he and Xavier had sex all the time, until Xavier had gone away to college a year or so later.

"Well... he and I did more than just sucking. He taught me to rim and to fuck too. He really liked my ass!" Eddie, grinned sheepishly.

I was surprised when Eddie told me this, because I thought he would've told me about it before.

When I said that, Eddie chuckled and said, "I never got to finishing the story about Xavier and me before you started sucking my cock again the other night!"

I blushed slightly as I chuckled too and said, "oh yeah!"

"Anyway, trust me - I know what I'm doing. So do what I told you a minute ago," he said.

"OK," I said, smiling.

Eddie leaned forward again, putting the tip of his cock against my asshole again. I did as he'd told me to do, and a second later, I felt his cock penetrate my hole, then, he was sliding his shaft slowly into me.

"AAAAwwwww!" I groaned, as he finished burying himself deep within me.

"Fuck! It's been a while! I'd forgotten how great this feels!" he gasped, as he rested pressed up against me, with his dick shoved as far into my rectum as he could get it.

"Xavier let you do him too?" I asked, Eddie stopped pushing and remained still for a minute, buried deep within me.

"Yeah, he always let me do anything to him, that I let him do to me," Eddie said.

He began pulling slowly back out of me then. It felt a little like I was taking a crap, only better!

Eddie stopped just before he pulled completely out of me. He reversed his direction then, and shoved himself back inside me.

"MMMMmmmmm!" we both moaned together, as he slid back into me.

Eddie began slowly long-dicking me then. We both thoroughly enjoyed the feelings we were experiencing.

Soon Eddie was moving in and out of me at a moderate pace. His cock was rubbing on my prostate too, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build.

A minute later, Eddie started going faster. I'd almost reached my climax. I couldn't believe I was going to cum, just from what Eddie was doing to me. I'd never cum without anyone doing anything to my cock before.

"OOOOohhhhhh!!!" Eddie cried suddenly, burying himself deeply inside me, and holding still for a split second.

Realizing Eddie had started to cum caused me to reach my own threshold, and I groaned and ejaculated all over the pillow that was under my pelvis, squeezing Eddie's dick with my asshole at the same time.

"Mmmmmmm!" Eddie groaned, as he filled my bowels with his semen again.

"Awwww!!!" I moaned, saturating the pillow again.

The two of us continued moaning and spasming for a few seconds then, until finally our orgasms ended. Then, completely spent, Eddie collapsed on top of me, his dick still buried inside me.

"Damn! That was awesome!" Eddied exclaimed, as he laid on top of me, panting.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling to myself.

We lay together, that way for a little while.

Eventually, Eddie got off me. Since we'd both cum already, and we'd have to wait a while for our cum supplies to replenish, Eddie suggested we take a shower, then later, he said, I could try fucking him. Grinning, I quickly agreed.

When it was finally my turn to fuck Eddie, I did exactly what he'd done to me. I even rimmed him, like he'd done to me. He loved it, and I thoroughly enjoyed exploring the insides of his cheeks, which were thinly coated with several fine dark hairs, and his tight, pink rosebud. Eddie also appeared to like being fucked. He seemed to like it just as much, if not more, than I did! I found that I loved doing the fucking too! As had happened when Eddie fucked me, we both came together again. And, again afterward, we showered together.

From that night on, whenever we had sex, after we'd sucked, rimmed, and fondled each other in a '69' for a while, one of us would fuck the other up the ass. We took turns, every other time, since neither of us could decide which position we liked more than the other - top or bottom. For two weeks, I think we had more sex than anyone else on the planet!

* * *

Unfortunately, our two weeks together ended all too soon. The morning my parents and I left Texas to go home, Eddie and I both cried pitifully in each others' arms after our last fuck together. Leaving him was one of the worst things I ever had to do.

When I got home, it was back to mundane handjobs, and my mother's dildo again! Eddie went back to handjobs and his kielbasa too.

We were both elated, when the next summer, Eddie and his parents came to visit us for another two weeks. Of course, Eddie and I immediately resumed our sexual relationship, sucking and fucking each other several times a day. Again though, all too soon their stay with us ended. Again, Eddie and I were in tears the morning he had to leave. Again, after they left, I resumed mundane handjobs, and fucking myself with my mother's dildo. Eddie went back to his handjobs and Kielbasa as well.

Much to Eddie's and my dismay, our families both vacationed separately in other places after that, so we didn't get to be together again.

* * *

Anyway, I've digressed radically from the story I started out to tell you... Sorry... I can't help myself from reminiscing about those two wonderful two-week periods in my life whenever I recall them. Anyway, I told you about Eddie, so you'd understand how I felt when I said that I wished Hans and I had been better friends, in fact close friends.

As Hans's attitude toward me changed, so did my attitude toward him. No, I hadn't forgotten how horrible he'd treated me at first. But now, I saw that he was on the opposite side of the fence, and I could see the look in his eyes - the same look I must've had in mine when he'd been picking on me all the time, and I had no friends. Knowing how I'd felt then, and being the kind of person I am, I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him. Then of course, there was the fact that Hans was an extremely good looking guy. Whenever I saw him, my dick immediately began to stiffen. If he'd have been nice to me up front, I'm sure we'd have been friends. I would have liked having him for a friend. Of course, what I'd really have liked though, would have been for the two of us to be as close as Eddie and I were. I'd have liked for Hans and me to be more than just good friends. I'd have really liked for the two of us to be fuck buddies too!

* * *

Oddly, as I started to feel this way during my junior year, I noticed that Hans seemed to be watching me more than one guy watches another too. Often I caught him looking at me, if I looked up. He'd quickly look away, sometimes blushing. I began watching him a little more closely when I noticed this. If he noticed that I'd begun watching him, he didn't let on to me.

After observing Hans for a while, I noticed things about him, that I hadn't before.

It was after I'd noticed Hans watching me, and I'd started watching him, that in English class one day, I noticed for the first time how sad he seemed. I was looking at him, and he happened to look my way. This particular time, I didn't look away. I didn't change the expression on my face either. I just continued looking at him. As our eyes met, and he looked at me, it suddenly struck me how sad he looked. It wasn't so much the expression on his face, as it was the look in his eyes. There was no happiness in his eyes at all. To me, he looked very sad and lonely. That was the first time I felt bad for him. Another thing I noticed about Hans, which really surprised me, was that when he looked around at people, his gaze passed quickly over all the girls, even the ones I knew all the other guys thought were "Hot"! Occasionally, though, I noticed that his gaze would linger over one of the guys - in particular if the guy one I thought was a "Hunk"! This surprised me. After he had gone around proclaiming that me and several other guys were gay, here he was looking at guys????? Was HANS gay himself?????

As much as I watched Hans, I never caught him doing anything overt though that gave me proof that he might be gay. Of course I didn't find any proof he was straight either. Humorously, I did watch him trying to hide the fact he'd popped a hardon in English class one day. I don't know what caused his arousal, but he had a prominent bulge in his crotch, and it wouldn't go down. A couple of times, I saw him surreptitiously stick his hand under his desk and try to adjust it. It didn't really help though. Just as he was pulling his hand from his crotch the second time, he glanced up and saw me watching him. He turned beet red, and looked stupidly at me, while I smirked at him. After class I saw him head immediately for one of the boys' rooms. He was in there a long time. When he emerged, his "problem" appeared to have disappeared. He blushed profusely though when he saw me smirking at him again.

* * *

Finally, we became high school seniors. Hans ended up in ALL of my classes! Of course, I only took 3 classes that year. I had a car and a job by then, and scheduled all my classes in the morning, so I could leave at lunch time to go to work.

Hans hadn't changed much from the previous year. He was just as cute and handsome as ever. He still didn't have any particular friends though. And, he still seemed to gravitate toward me, sitting near me whenever he could.

* * *

One day, not long after school started, Hans caught me in the hallway, as I was heading out to the parking lot to leave.

"How come you get to leave everyday at noon?" he asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I have a job," I replied.

"Oh," he said. "Hey... would you give me a ride home? I don't have any classes after lunch today, and there's no reason for me to hang around here."

I really didn't want to drive him home, even though I knew it wasn't very far out of my way.

"Why should I drive you home, when all you used to do was shit all over me?" I asked.

Hans blushed and took on an embarrassed expression.

"I know I was an asshole before," he said. "I'm sorry. I was stupid back then. You were alway a lot nicer and smarter than me."

I was really surprised that he said all that. The look on his face was sincere too, and again, I saw the look of profound sadness and loneliness in his eyes, as he stood looking hopefully at me.

"Well, you're right about that!" I said, finally, giving him a small wry smile. Then, suddenly feeling sorry for him, I said, "Come on then."

Hans smiled a little then, and looked genuinely grateful, as we headed for my car.

"Nice car," Hans commented, as we got in.

"Thanks. So, you don't have a car yet?" I asked.

"No, my parents don't want me to have one yet," he said, looking embarrassed.

"How come?" I asked.

"My father says I need to earn the money to buy one myself, and I don't have enough yet," he said.

As we drove along, I noticed out of my peripheral vision that Hans was watching me intently when he thought I was busy driving. I glanced over at him and he looked away. We talked about school for a few minutes, until we reached Hans's house.

Hans smiled and thanked me for the ride when I dropped him off.

* * *

Two days later, I found Hans lurking near my locker when it was time for me to leave. Again, he asked me for a ride home. Grudgingly, I said OK.

As we rode along, he told me that every other day, he had no classes after lunch, except for a study hall.

"Um... I don't suppose you'd ride me home those days?" he asked.

I was a little surprised at his audacity in asking me for such a favor, given our previous history. My face must've shown how I felt when I looked at him, because he suddenly looked sad and disappointed.

"I know. There's no reason you should do anything for me. Forget I asked," he said.

He turned and looked out the window then. I swore I heard a slight sniffle from him as we rode on in silence. Then, when he glanced back at me, I noticed that his eyes looked watery, and sadder than ever.

"I know you probably won't believe me," he said, looking at me, "but, I've changed. I'm sorry for the way I treated you when we first met. I should never have acted that way. I'd hoped that over the past couple years though you'd have realized on your own that I'm different now, and I just want to be friends with you."

I was really really surprised when he said that.

"You want to be my friend?" I asked, a little incredulously.

"Is that so hard to believe?" he asked.

"After calling me a faggot and picking on me for a couple years, quite honestly I have to say yes, it is hard to believe," I said.

"I told you before. I know I was an asshole back then. I'm sorry. I can't do anything more than apologize for it. I've changed now though. I'm not stupid like I was back then," He said.

"I'll admit, I noticed you've changed," I said. "And honestly, it might've been nice to have been friends."

"Well, it's not too late, if you still wanta try," Hans said.

I looked over at him, as I pulled up to a stop light. He was looking directly back at me.

"You really want to be friends with me?" I asked, still not sure I believed him.

"Yes," he said, looking evenly, and a little hopefully at me.

"Fine," I said, against my better judgment. "We can try."

Hans smiled then. It wasn't a mocking smile either. It was a warm, genuine looking smile that brought out his adorable dimples. I chuckled, as I looked at him.

"What's so funny?" he asked, looking a little uncertainly at me.

"It's not that they're funny. It's just your dimples," I said, chuckling some more.

Hans blushed, but smiled a little. "I hate them. Everyone says they make me look 'adorable', or really cute."

"Don't hate them, there's nothing wrong with them," I said. Then I added in a teasing tone, "And they do make you look cute!"

Hans realized I was teasing him, and he glared at me, which made me laugh more. He laughed a little himself then too.

"So, you wanta come in for a minute?" Hans asked, as we pulled up to his house.

I didn't have to be at work right away, so out of curiosity, I agreed.

"Wanta beer?" he asked, opening the refrigerator, when we walked into the kitchen.

"Won't your parents get pissed if they find out?" I asked.

"I'll stick a couple more in from downstairs, they won't notice," he said.

"OK then," I said.

Hans pulled two bottles of Molson Golden Ale out of the refrigerator and handed me one.

"Let's go up to my room," Hans said. "I got a stereo up there."

I followed Hans upstairs then, and into a room at the end of the hallway.

I wasn't sure what I expected Hans's room to be like, but it was certainly a lot nicer than I'd thought it would be.

"Wow!" I said, looking around. "Nice!"

Hans had a good-sized bedroom. It was rather dimly lit though, due to the drapes being completely shut, and the only light coming from the light over a huge tank of tropical fish that sat on a heavy set of short bookshelves. My attention was of course drawn immediately to the fish tank. It was beautiful, and surprisingly, pristinely clean! In the opposite corner of the room was a full size bed. Next to it was a desk. At the foot of the bed was a dresser with a large TV sitting on top of it. There was a set of bookshelves with a lot of books on it, and a few framed pictures. Two huge stereo speakers sat on a thickly carpeted floor, and the console for it sat next to the fish tank. Surprisingly, the room was very neat too. Everything appeared to have its own place, and to be in it. I hadn't expected Hans to be so neat!

Hans flipped on the stereo, and a popular local radio station announcer's voice came through the speakers. I was surprised that the volume was set rather low, but that seemed to fit the mood of the room. Hans turned on a dim light then that hung over the headboard of his bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He sipped his beer and watched me as I looked around at his things.

After a minute, Hans got up and leaned back, stretching. He arched his back and pushed his chest out, then stretched his arms up in the air. His armpits became completely exposed then, as he was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. I noticed, he had a nice amount of fine, brown hair in each pit. It looked really sexy, and I suddenly felt my dick responding. Hoping to stop my problem before it made itself obvious, I quickly looked away from Hans.

After he'd stretched, Hans walked through a doorway into a connecting bathroom. I was a little surprised when he didn't close the door, but just flipped on a light, then walked over to the toilet and took a leak, even though he was in plain sight of me. This of course didn't help my burgeoning "problem". I suppose it was good I couldn't see his dick, although, part of me wished I could. When Hans finished peeing, he shook off three times, then he stuffed his dick back in his jeans, flushed, and stepped over to the sink to wash his hands.

As Hans was washing his hands, I continued looking around his room. I noticed he had a couple of beautiful German beer steins on the top shelf of his book shelves. I couldn't see them too well, but thought the name of the town written on one looked like the name of the town my grandmother's family was from. Carefully, I reached up and took the stein off the shelf.

"NO!" I heard Hans cry out, as I lowered the stein to look at it.

He scared me and I jumped a little, but I held on tightly to the stein.

"I'm being careful," I said, glancing at him as he stood in the bathroom door looking horrified. "Don't scare me like that or I could drop it though."

Just then, I heard something clunk inside the stein, and turned back to look inside it.

"Don't -" Hans cried.

My eyes bugged out as I gazed inside the stein to see what had caused the clunking sound. Inside it was a tube of KY jelly, and a large penis-shaped dildo!

"What the fucK?" I said, looking up at Hans.

Hans had turned deep red, and looked mortified. We just looked at each other for a moment. Hans's eyes began to glisten as tears filled them.

"Um... something you wanta tell me?" I asked, pulling the dildo out of the stein and looking carefully at it.

Hans's lower jaw had begun to tremble and he looked ready to cry.

"Why would you snoop through someone's things like that?" he cried, in a slightly strangled voice that sounded a little higher pitched than usual.

"I was just trying to see the name of the town on the stein," I said. "It looked like the same town my grandmother was from. I didn't think there'd be anything in it."

Hans looked pitifully at me a moment, then stepped over and ripped the stein from my hands.

"I-it's not mine," He said.

I could tell he was lying though.

"You're a bad liar Hans. It's alright if it is your's," I said. "I won't tell anyone about it."

"You won't?" he asked, surprised. Then he suddenly looked really embarrassed again as he realized he'd half-admitted it was his.

"Nope," I said. "But... just tell me something... after all those times you called me a faggot or a fairy or a pussy... are you gay yourself? And, Hans please be honest! Especially if you really want to be friends!"

Hans looked at me. His face was deep red, his lower lip quivering, and tears were brimming in his eyes. He looked slightly confused too.

"Well?" I asked, looking him in the eye after he didn't answer right away.

"Yes," he rasped. "So go ahead and make fun of me now!"

Hans rubbed his left eye, as a tear dribbled from it onto his cheek.

I stared at Hans incredulously.

"No!" I said. "I'm not going to make fun of you. Just tell me though - you had to know back then that you were gay! Knowing that - how could you make fun of so many other people, who may or may not have been gay?"

Hans sniffed and rubbed his other eye.

"I'm sorry," He said, in a whining voice. "I guess I thought if everyone knew I made fun of gays they wouldn't think I was one!"

I stood and looked at Hans as he struggled to regain his composure.

"Thanks a lot!" I said, picking up my bottle of beer and taking a swig. I was angry at him for how he'd treated me, but at the same time, I could understand his desperation to hide the truth from everyone.

Hans was almost in tears, but valiantly fought them back. After a minute he got control of himself.

"I know it was a stupid and immature thing to do," Hans said, a little bitterly at first. His tone became somewhat pathetic then as he continued "I'm sorry. All I can do is say I'm sorry. You have no idea how hard it is to be gay, and not let on to anyone that you are!"

I looked at Hans for a moment, then I surprised even myself when I said, "Yeah Hans, I do know exactly how hard that is to do! And I know how much harder it makes it when assholes like you pick on you and point out the exact problem you have that you're trying to hide."

Hans looked confused for a moment, then his eyes opened a little wider.

"S-so... you're really gay then too?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah Hans! I'm gay too!" I said.

Hans looked at me non-plussed for a minute.

Finally he said, "Damn! I really didn't think you were!"

"Great!" I said, disgusted.

"No," he said. "If I'd known, I'd have..."

Hans's voice trailed off.

"What would you have done if you'd known?" I asked, a little angrily. "Would you have told me about yourself?"

Hans nodded.

"See? I always liked you. In fact, sometimes I've kind of daydreamed about the two of us getting together!" he said, looking down at the floor, but turning his eyes back up to see my reaction.

I couldn't believe he'd said that. After a moment, I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked, as my laughter died down.

Chuckling yet, I said, "I've daydreamed about having sex with you too!"

"Really?" Hans asked, a slight smile crossing his face.

"Yeah," I snorted ruefully.

"Fuck!" Hans said, smiling stupidly.

We looked at each other then. After a minute, I saw Hans's eyes travel down my body to my crotch, which was bulging slightly from another semi I'd developed. I glanced down at Hans's crotch, and he was in the same shape I was.

"So...????" Hans said, sounding hopeful.

I looked back up at him, and saw he'd seen me looking at his crotch.

"Are you asking me to ...???" I trailed off.

Hans shrugged, then nodded.

I smiled a little and said, "OK, why not?"

Hans smiled then. I saw his breathing had become deeper. He stepped toward me and I felt him cup my genitals and begin massaging them.

"Damn we've wasted a lot of time!" I said, reaching down and cupping Hans's cock and balls.

* * *

A minute later, I felt both of Hans's hands unbuckling my belt. Then he opened my jeans. A minute later, he dropped to his knees and shoved my pants and boxers down to my ankles. Then, he swallowed my entire dick and began sucking me off.

"OHhhhh!" I groaned, as I felt his mouth make contact with my cock. It had been almost 2 years since I'd been with Eddie, and I'd had no one else since. Hans's mouth felt heavenly. He knew how to use it too!

Hans sucked on my dick and fondled my balls for a minute, then stopped and stood up.

"Will you do me a little too?" he asked.

I grinned and squatted in front of him, opening his jeans and pushing them and his boxers to his ankles. Then, I went down on him, like he'd done for me.

"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, happily, as I began sucking up and down on him.

After a minute, Hans pushed me off and said, "How about we get naked and '69'?"

I smiled and stood up. Quickly we both stripped and got on the bed, in a '69'. Then, we went down on each other again.

We sucked on each other for a few minutes, fondling each other's balls, and fingering each other's assholes. Hans was obviously enjoying our activity as much as I was.

Soon, I felt my orgasm mounting.

I pulled off Hans and said, "I'm gonna cum! In case you don't wanta swallow it!"

I went back to sucking him, and he pulled off me and said, "Me too."

He too quickly returned to sucking on me. A moment later, I felt his body beginning to tense up, and I could see his nuts bulging slightly larger and pulling up toward his body as his sack contracted. I could feel my own doing the same thing.

"MMMMMMmmmmmm!!!!" Hans groaned, and I felt his anus tighten for a moment under my fingertip, as a blast of warm thick liquid coated my tonsils, and filled my mouth with a familiar, slightly salty taste.

"UNnnjhhh!!!" I moaned myself, as I too blew my first load, coating Hans's tonsils as well.

We both spasmed sever times, filling each other's mouths, and swallowing it all. Eventually, our orgasms ended, and we stopped sucking on each other.

"Fuck that was nice," Hans said, smiling at me.

"Yeah," I said. "That was real nice!"

Hans spun around so we were facing each other. His face clouded over, and he looked miserable again.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm really sorry about how I treated you before," he said, looking like he was going to cry again.

I reached over and smiled slightly at him, then I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"It's OK. You were a kid yet then. You've grown up now. I forgive you!" I said.

Hans smiled then, but started to weep softly anyway.

"I said, I forgive you!" I said.

"I know," he whined. "I'm just so happy you said it."

"You boob!" I said, smiling.

Hans pulled himself together then.

"I promise I'll make it up to you!" he said.

"Oh? How?" I asked.

Hans thought a minute, then said, "Next time I'll let you fuck me! In fact, I'll let you fuck me anytime you want!"

"Oh really?" I asked. "Have you ever been fucked before?"

Hans smiled lewdly and nodded. "Besides... why do you think I have that dildo? I love taking it up the ass!"

I grinned and told him I thought we might be able to work something out then.

I glanced at the clock then, and realized I had to go to work, so we got dressed, and I took off.

* * *

From that day on, I drove Hans home from school on the days he didn't have classes after lunch. After about a week, Hans dropped his afternoon class altogether, and I drove him home everyday after that. Nobody was ever home at his house, and I didn't have to be to work for a couple hours, so we quickly got naked as soon as we arrived there, and spent an hour and a half having sex together.

True to his word, Hans loved being fucked, and asked me to fuck him all the time. I was happy to oblige.

Most often we'd suck on each other a bit, then I'd fuck him, until we both had orgasms. Then we'd shower together to clean up.

Hans and I had a wonderful senior year of high school. Our time together extended through the summer, until, unfortunately, we went our separate ways, each going to a different college.

We kept in touch for some time, but after awhile, we each became involved with other people, and our correspondence petered out. I don't really know what became of him.

My college relationship broke up after graduation. I thought about trying to connect with Eddie again after that, but tragically, I found out he'd taken one too many dicks up his ass bareback, and had contracted HIV. Even more tragically, he ended up passing away a couple years later from HIV related pneumonia.

Eventually, I found myself a partner, and we've been together ever since. I miss both Eddie and Hans though at times. The sex I had with them was very Awesome!

The End.
 

Posted: 02/06/09