Straight Boys
 by: Hankster

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Rafael Garcia (Rafe) and DeJuan Alvarez (Johnny) were second generation Americans.  Their parents were born in Miami, Florida, but all their grandparents had escaped from Cuba, seeking asylum in the United States.

Rafe and Johnny were born on the same day only minutes apart.  Their mothers shared a semi-private hospital room where they met.  They discovered that they lived around the corner from each other, and they immediately became bosom buddies.  As a result Rafe and Johnny grew up closer than two brothers.  Everything they did, they did together, and that included masturbating side by side in the same bed, but never touching.  Even when they started dating, they double dated.

It was only natural that their fathers became best friends also.  They had done well in America, and both were physicians.  When their sons were still very young, they became business partners and shared a thriving practice.  As the practice grew, they bought side by side houses in a very posh neighborhood in Pinecrest Village, a suburb of Miami.  The boys then lived side by side, and became even closer friends.

Time is a pernicious disease.  It marches on and on at an ever increasing rate of speed.  Before the idea even entered the minds of either the Garcias or the Alvarezes, Johnny and Rafe were graduating from high school.  Most kids look back on their high school days with just a smidgeon of disgust.  Not so, Rafe and Johnny.  In high school, they were BMOCs. They were both hunky and brawny, and were vital factors on the high school football team.  Rafe, who was two inches taller than Johnny, also played basketball for the high school.

They had another thing in common.  They were both exceptionally handsome Latino men.  By the time they were high school sophomores, the girls were throwing themselves at them for their good looks and their football skills.  They both lost their virginity on their sixteenth birthdays (separately, of course).  The girls insisted on giving them a birthday present.  The two girls boasted to their friends about bedding these two hunks, and word got around that Rafe, who was six feet, two inches tall, was four uncut, very hefty, flaccid inches and he grew to seven and a half inches.  Johnny had the same endowments, even if he was only six feet tall.

They had money, good looks, fame (on campus), and a life of ease.  They had fulfilled the expectations of their grandparents when they had emigrated from Cuba.

Johnny and Rafe led very insular lives.  They had never been north of Orlando, nor south or west of Miami.  The two boys dreamed one day of going to college in either the northeast or the west coast of the United States.  After much thought and discussion, they honed in on New England, which not only had the best universities in the world, but where they would be able to touch snow at last.

They were both accepted to Boston University as pre-med students.  They could have earned football scholarships, as well as academic ones, but their fathers made too much money, and the need for a scholarship just did not exist.  Both well-to-do fathers bought their sons low mileage, previously owned, matching Buick Encore SUVs to use in college.

They didn’t need two cars there.  Everything they did, they did together, and they didn’t see that changing.  They agreed to use Rafe’s car on their initial trip up to Boston.  When they came home for the first time, they would use Johnny’s car for the return trip, and they would alternate each trip after that. 

*****

On the night before the two young men were to begin a new phase in their lives, they packed Rafe’s SUV to the brim.  After the job was completed, the two families went out for a “good-luck” dinner.  The fathers chose the fanciest restaurant they knew of in Miami.  They had to drive there in separate cars because Rafe’s two younger sisters, and Johnny’s two younger brothers, joined in the festivities.

The college men could easily have made the trip to Boston in two days, but they chose to make it in three days, so they would be able to explore the new vistas which would be introduced to them.  That meant two nights on the road instead of one.  They consulted a map and made reservations at two different motels along the highway.  They requested a double room.  On the big day, both mothers made their sons a hearty breakfast.  About eight o’clock in the morning, they finally got started on the trip of a lifetime.

As they approached their first stopover, they realized that they would arrive in about six and a half hours from their starting point.  Neither one travelled much by auto and they had very much over estimated how long it would take for them to arrive at their first destination. It would only be mid-afternoon when they got there.  Rafe was driving, so Johnny consulted the map they had used when making motel reservations.  He realized that the next two legs of the trip, were much longer than the one they were about to complete.  He also calculated that they would arrive in Boston long after dark.  They had a lengthy discussion, and agreed to spend another night on the road, and arrive mid-morning at the university.  Johnny whipped out his cell phone and made another reservation.

They decided to stay at the first motel, even though they could have driven another hundred miles, at least..  They both didn’t mind chilling out.  They had awakened earlier than usual.   Except for gas and pit stops, they had been driving straight through since they left home.  When they arrived at their destination, they discovered that there was a Denny’s Restaurant attached to the motel, so a good dinner was assured.  The desk clerk told them where to park the car to be as close to their room as possible.  He took Rafe’s credit card, and charged for a night’s stay.  Johnny would pay the next night. 

They removed their overnight bags from the car, and carefully locked it.  There were no bellhops in this motel, so they carried their own bags into their room.   That was okay with them because they didn’t have to tip.

When they entered the room they both became disturbed.  The room was considered a double, but it only had one queen-sized bed.  Johnny called the desk immediately to change their room.  The desk clerk informed him that all the doubles were furnished with queen-sized beds, and if they cared to leave, he would return their charge, provided of course, that they hadn’t disturbed anything.

“Hold on a minute,” Johnny said.  He and Rafe had a quick discussion and agreed that they were too weary to go looking for another motel, and they decided to stay.  As Rafe pointed out, they had plenty of sleepovers when they were kids, and had shared a bed.  They told the desk clerk that they would stay.

“It’s too early for dinner,” Johnny said.  “I’m gonna shower, take a nap and refresh myself.”

“Good idea,” Rafe said.   “What do you mean by refreshing yourself?”

“I wanna jerk off dufus,” Johnny enlightened him.  “I’ll shower first.”

“You’re kidding, aren’t you,” Rafe laughed.   “We’ve showered side by side in a million locker rooms.  Why so shy now?” Rafe wanted to know.

“That was different.”

“So what?” Rafe mumbled.  “We’re gonna share a dorm room, and I hope eventually that we’ll share an off campus apartment.  Let’s not get modest with each other now after all these years.”

They both shrugged their shoulders as if to say, what the hell.  They began to undress rapidly.  Rafe was finished first, and he went into the shower to turn on the spigots and adjust the water temperature.  Johnny joined him a minute later.

“Actually,” Johnny said, “this is great.  In the locker room showers, and now in the dorm showers, we won’t be able to wash our backs, so let’s take advantage of this rare opportunity.  We won’t get to do our backs again until next year, when we room off campus.”

In the shower they handed each other the soap back and forth, and washed their own bodies.  Neither noticed, but they both paid particular attention to their assholes, and beneath their foreskins.  Finally they did each other’s backs. Never going below the waist line.

When they were almost done, Rafe asked, “I thought you were going to whack off, Bro.”

“Sure, dry and in bed.  That’s how we did it together when we were kids,” Johnny reminded Rafe.

“Whatever you say, Johnny.”

They left the shower, dried off, and jumped into the bed.  Neither ever wore underwear, so they were butt naked.  They lay down on their backs, a good six inches apart.

Rafe said, “Shit, I don’t have any lubricant in my overnight bag.”

“That’s no problem.  Use your spit.  I do that all the time.”

The two men started whacking off very slowly.  They were very quiet, but suddenly Rafe said, “Johnny, the second time I had sex with Laurie, she had her period, so all I did was play with her clit until she came.  Then she started to whack me off.  My orgasm was mind boggling compared to when I did it myself.”

“What are you hinting at?” Johnny asked.

“We’re like brothers, Johnny.  I’d never ask anybody else this, but would you whack me off, and I’ll do it to you?”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Johnny answered.

“I’m sorry, Bro.  I never should have asked.”  Rafe sounded crestfallen.

Johnny broke out laughing.  “You’re an idiot,” he said.  “Of course I want to do that.  I’ve wanted to do that since we were little kids.”

That got Rafe laughing also, and he inched closer to Johnny.  He reached over and took Johnny’s cock into his hand.  He began to stroke slowly, gently, and sensuously.  Johnny began to mewl, and he inched even closer to Rafe.  Johnny took Rafe’s tool into his hand, and began stroking just like Rafe was doing to him.

They paced themselves, stopping when necessary, and were able to achieve simultaneous orgasms.  Johnny ran to the bathroom and brought back a hand towel.  While he was cleaning Rafe, he said, “You were right, Rafe.  That was way better than when I do it myself.”  When he said that, he did something so spontaneously, he never realized what he was doing.  He began to fondle Rafe.  Moments later Rafe began to do the same to Johnny.

“Rafe, has anyone ever gone down on you?” Johnny asked out of the blue.

“You mean oral sex?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Johnny affirmed.

“No.  Nobody ever has.  I’ve always wondered what it would feel like,” Rafe said. 

“I’d be willing to give you a blow job, if you give me one,” Johnny offered.

“Wow!  I didn’t expect that, but why not?  Nobody will know, and it’ll be fun,” Rafe agreed.  “Let’s get dressed and have dinner.  Then after dinner, we’ll have all night to do that, and maybe experiment with other things.”

Johnny could only imagine what Rafe meant by “other things.”  He jumped out of bed and began to dress.  He didn’t want to waste another minute.

They had a leisurely dinner at Denny’s.  They were in no rush to get back to their room for many reasons.  First of all, they had plenty of time, all night, in fact.  Secondly, they were both scared shitless about what they were going to do, so they were happy to delay the inevitable.  They considered themselves to be straight, and wondered why they ever agreed to go down on each other.  They both rationalized that it would just be a game.  Finally, as far as they were concerned, they were brothers, and they had both heard that brothers often helped themselves to enjoy sex until they got married.  They even heard that the activity sometimes continued after marriage.  Eventually, they both calmed down, and looked forward to what was about to happen.  Finally, they left the restaurant.

*****

Back in their room, they undressed rapidly, and marveled that they were both erect.  Even though they had showered before dinner, they showered again to make sure their cocks were good and clean.  This time in the shower they were more relaxed, and they cleaned each other’s cocks.  They both purred as they were being washed.

Suddenly Rafe cried out, “Here’s a lick and a promise, Johnny.”  He fell to his knees and licked the underside of Johnny’s shaft a couple of times.  He stood up quickly and noted how good Johnny smelled.  

“When I went down on Laurie she had a terrible odor.  You smell like a meadow full of lilacs,” Rafe said, “and I didn’t expect it to taste so good.”

They left the shower, and as they were drying off, Johnny asked, “Have you ever seen a porno?”

“Sure,” Rafe answered, “but it was a straight porn film.  Why did you ask?”

“Well, I’m not sure how to begin, but I guess we could do what straight couples do.”

“You might not like the idea, Johnny.  It might gross you out.  They started out by kissing each other passionately.  Can we do that to each other?  Then the guy began to kiss down her body.  He flicked his tongue inside her ear for a short while, but he settled on her breasts.  He fondled and kissed them for a long time.  Finally, he reached her pubic area, and found her clit with his tongue.  He stroked softly and brought her to orgasm three times.”

“Three times,” Johnny said in wonderment.  “Then what?”

“Then the girl went through the same routine,” Rafe continued.  “They kissed, and she spent a long time licking his nipples.  He began to mewl, so I concluded that it’s just as erogenous for a man’s nipples to be stimulated as a woman’s.  I didn’t know that.  At last, she started licking his shaft.  As he got more and more excited she swallowed his prick.  She came up for air a few times, and when he murmured, ‘I’m cumming’ he pulled out and came all over her face.  She began to lick up his cum, like an alcoholic with a glass of scotch.  Then they began to kiss again, and they shared his cum.  I don’t know if I could do all that,” Rafe concluded.

“Why not?  That doesn’t gross me out at all.  I’ve tasted my own cum plenty of times.  Haven’t you?” Johnny asked.

“Sure I have,” Rafe said sheepishly.  “It’s the kissing, I’m not sure of.”

“Well, we won’t know if we don’t try,” Johnny said.  “There have been times, when I met you somewhere, and when I spotted you, I wanted to take you in my arms and kiss you, but of course all we did, was give each other a manly hug.  Let’s just do it already.”

They jumped into bed facing each other.  Rafe was bigger than Johnny, so he engulfed his brother in his arms.  Their cocks began to rub together and they started to dry hump each other.  It felt nice, and they pushed harder into each other.

“So far so good,” Johnny whispered.

Rafe pushed away from Johnny and rolled over on top of him.  He offered Johnny his lips, which he and Johnny started to part from muscle memory.  Initially, they were afraid of kissing, but their kisses got more and more passionate.  Finally, Rafe moved down, and started to lick inside of Johnny’s ear.  He didn’t linger long, and gave his attention to Johnny’s nipples.  He went back and forth until Johnny begged him to stop.

“I think I’m cumming,” Johnny yelled.

When Rafe heard that, he went straight for his target.  He began to lick up and down the underside of Johnny’s shaft, while fondling his balls..  When he felt those testicles shrinking and hardening, he swallowed as much of Johnny’s cock as he could.  Johnny’s first thought was to pull out and spray Rafe’s face like in the porn film, but he couldn’t pull out if he tried, and he unloaded down Rafe’s throat.

When Johnny softened, Rafe pulled off him, and they lay side by side.  They turned toward each other and started kissing again.  Johnny could taste what was left of his cum.

Rafe smiled at Johnny and said, “Your cum tastes much better than mine.”

“Then you didn’t mind swallowing it?” Johnny asked.

“Of course not.  It was delicious.”

They resumed kissing, and now it was Johnny who began to descend down Rafe’s body.  Rafe too, allowed himself to come in Johnny’s mouth.  When it was over, they turned toward each other and resumed kissing.  They were both crying.

“Why are you crying?” Rafe asked.

“Because we’re straight.  I never thought I could do what we just did.  I’m not grossed out at all, Rafe,” Johnny said.  “I’m happy.  I love you like a brother, and I want to give you all the pleasure I’m capable of.  I don’t care if it’s gay activity.  And by the way, why are you crying?”

“For the same reason,” Rafe said.  “I love you more than I have ever loved anybody.  It’s a revelation to me, but a very happy one.”

“Tomorrow,” Johnny suggested, “let’s get off the highway at the first good-sized town, find a drug store, and buy lots and lots of lube.”

“What are you suggesting?” Rafe asked jokingly.  He knew damn well what Johnny meant.

The next day, they didn’t dawdle.  They pushed themselves to get to the next motel as quickly and as early as possible.  They were anxious to explore their sexualities further.  They had never seen a male film, nor read an erotic gay story.  When they fucked that night, it was by pure instinct.  They greased each other heavily and reamed their assholes.  They knew enough to go in slowly.  A few times one of them had to pull out, because he was hurting his partner, but he applied more grease, and went in more readily.  They were both big guys, and that included their assholes, so it wasn’t as bad as they thought it would be.

Rafe went in first, doggie style.  When he was all the way in, he started to stroke gently.  He had no idea that he was massaging Johnny’s prostate, and Johnny was moaning in pleasure.  “My God,” Johnny murmured, “try not to cum too fast.  This is beyond anything I could express in words.  You’ll see when I do it to you.”

“I can’t help it,” Rafe said.  “I’m cumming.”  He let loose with a wild banshee cry.  Neither man could move.  Finally, Rafe fell out of Johnny’s hole.  They grabbed each other in a bear hug, and kissed continually for a long time, until Johnny said, “It’s my turn.”  This time Johnny fucked Rafe in the missionary position.

They didn’t get as much sleep as they would have liked, nor as much as they needed.  Instead they gave each other another blow job, and fucked each other one more time. 

The next night, in the third motel, they got even more inventive.  They tried rimming and golden showers.  They made love all night and into the morning.  They didn’t check out of the motel until the last minute, and arrived in Boston much later than they thought they would.

It took a few days, and for university orientation to be completed, before they settled in.  Once they felt comfortable with their surroundings, they tried out for the football team and made the cut.  They were comfortable with their classes, professors and fellow students.  The weekend was coming up, and they made a monumental decision.  They determined to go clubbing IN A GAY BAR.  Once they made the decision, they were two nervous nellies.  Neither had ever gone to a gay bar before.

They needn’t have worried.  They were more than comfortable in their own skins.  They had a great time socializing with their brothers, and they made a couple of good friends, who were also students at Boston U.  The four of them even shared a ride back to campus in Rafe’s car.

They made love constantly in their room, and one night they realized that there was no going back.  They were madly in love, and knew that they would make life’s journey together.

One night, after a steamy love making session, the two men were wrapped up together, kissing and fondling each other.  Suddenly, Johnny began to shake.

“What’s wrong?” Rafe asked.

“I was thinking,” Johnny said, “we have to tell our families.  They’re Latinos and devout Catholics.  What will they think?”

“Why do we have to tell them anything?” Rafe asked.  “They know what good friends we are.  I think we can keep our secret until we graduate medical school, and begin our residencies.  If they become curious as to why we aren’t dating, we can tell them that we don’t want to get serious with anyone until we finish med school.”

“Well, I don’t know how well that will work,” Johnny commented, “but let’s see how it plays out, and say nothing for now.”

It just so happened that it played out very well indeed.  They were able to keep their secret until the day they graduated from The Medical College of Virginia eight years later. 

On their graduation day, only their fathers were in attendance.  Rafe’s mother had developed ovarian cancer in Rafe’s sophomore year at Boston University.  She fought a gallant battle, but she died when her son was in his second year of med school.  Johnny’s mother developed breast cancer when he was a junior at Boston University.  The cancer was wide spread, and she lost her battle a week after Rafe’s mother died.

*****

Rafe’s father, Mateo (Matty) Garcia, and Johnny’s father, Diego (Doug) Alvarez, received their doctorates the same day, but they barely knew each other.   They both graduated from The University of Miami’s Leonard M. Miller School of Medicine.  They were further separated by distance.  Matty did his residency at Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami, and Doug opted for a change of scenery.  He did his residency at St. Vincent Catholic Medical Centers in Manhattan.

They met officially in their wives’ hospital room on the day their sons were born.  They quickly determined that they were both primary care physicians, who had graduated from the same med school on the same day.  Each of them had just joined separate growing practices.  They were neighbors, and soon became fast friends.  They spent a lot of time together.  At least three evenings a week, after work, they went to the same gym.  They didn’t rush right home, but preferred to shower at the gym, and have dinner together.

After about two years, they bit the bullet.  They left their practices, and struck out on their own.  They were more successful than they ever dreamed they would be.  Their good looks had a lot to do with it, but they preferred to believe that it was their medical skills.

When their sons were ten years old, they left an emergency number on their office answering machine, and went to Atlanta for three days to a medical convention.  Of course, they shared a hotel room, and did not have any modesty issues.  They had seen each other naked often enough in the gym shower.  They were both about four and a half inches of uncut manhood.  Neither had ever seen the other hard.

What happened to them in the hotel room, was to be repeated almost verbatim about eight years later in a motel room on Interstate 95.

They had driven to Atlanta from Miami.  When they settled into their hotel room, they showered off the road dust.  They showered separately and Matty went first.  When Doug came out of the shower, wearing only a bath towel, he looked at Matty’s bed and started to laugh.  Matty was lying naked on top of the bed sheets, stroking his cock.  When he heard Doug laugh, he stopped.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Doug said.  “Enjoy yourself.”

Matty sat up in bed.  He smiled at Doug.  “I gotta tell you something,” he said.  “I could never tell anyone else in the world except you.”

“Your scaring me.  Talk,” Doug said.

Maria doesn’t care too much for sex.  It takes an hour of hard work for me to get her the least bit aroused.  By that time, I’ve lost interest, and it’s an effort not to lose my erection.  Frankly, I have better sex with myself, than with her.  I intend to take advantage of our little vacation, and whack off as much as possible while we’re here.”

Doug started to laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” Matty asked.

“Yeah, in a way.  I have the same problem with Carla that you have with Maria.  I’m going to join you.”

He plopped down on his bed and proceeded to stroke himself.  He was hard before he even hit the bed.

“Wait,” Matty said.  “When I was a newlywed, and Maria still had some passion, she used to jerk me off, when she had her period.  It was ten times better than a solo hand job.  Let me do you and you can do me.”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” Doug said.

He joined his partner in bed.  They huddled close, and quickly brought themselves to glory.  They even tasted each other’s cum.  It tasted better than either thought it would, and they began to consider having oral sex.  Like their sons did, eight years later, they gave into their urges.  They did not realize yet how much they loved each other.

Early the next morning, before the seminar began, and before breakfast, they made love anally using only a hand lotion for lubrication.  They brought themselves to a rapturous conclusion.  They were hooked, but unlike their sons, they could not be alone nor could they live together.  They needed to invent excuses to be alone so that they could make love.

They would tell their wives that they had to work late, and then have a quickie in the office.  Many gym nights, they didn’t go to the gym.  They went to a sleazy hotel, and made love for a couple of hours.  They agreed to keep their secret, and not destroy their families.

By the time Rafe and Johnny completed their residencies, their younger siblings had graduated college and left the nest.  Their younger sisters were married and had homes of their own. Their younger brothers rented a two bedroom apartment, and were fucking willing young ladies as often as they could.  Neither was in any rush to marry.

After their residencies, Rafe and Johnny hooked up with two different internal medicine practices, and they took an apartment together.  It gave their fathers food for thought.  They began to suspect that their sons were lovers, and it didn’t bother them at all.  In fact, it helped them make a decision.  They were not only empty nesters, they were widowers.  They agreed to sell their high maintenance homes, and buy a condominium together.  There would be no more sneaking around.  They would come out of the closet, if not to everyone, then at least to their two doctor sons.  Both couples decided almost simultaneously that it was time to declare themselves.

The fathers found a spacious two bedroom condo near their office, and set up housekeeping.  As soon as they were settled, Matty called his son, Rafe.  He invited him and Johnny for dinner in their condo that evening.  He felt that a private matter required a private venue.  The sons were delighted at the invitation, and vowed to come out that evening.

Doug scooped out ice cream for dessert.  When all four were eating the ice cream, Matty and Rafe said simultaneously, “We have something to tell you.”  Everybody laughed and Rafe said, “Bread and butter.”

“If you’re going to tell us that you two are lovers, save your breath, we’ve suspected for some time,” Doug said.

How did you know?” Johnny asked.  “We were so careful.”

“If you call being handsome, twenty-nine year old doctors, who never date, being careful, you better reexamine what you consider careful,” Matty said.

“Besides,” Doug said.  “I guess Matty and I have developed pretty good gaydar.”

Everyone was silent for a moment.  Finally, Johnny couldn’t stand it.  “What are you saying?” Johnny asked.

“We’re saying that we’re a couple also, and we’ve decided to come out.”

Both sons gave out not so subtle cries, and embraced their fathers.  Then the four men had a group hug.

“Double date with us this weekend,” Johnny said.  “We’ll introduce you to Miami’s gay nightlife.”

“I guarantee,” Rafe said, “within a week, you’ll have more friends than you’ve had in a lifetime of being straight.”

“I don’t know if you’re right or wrong,” Matty said, “but it’ll be a pleasure to go out with you two guys.  We have a date.”

The four men hugged again, and shed a tear or two.

“No more secrets between us.  That’s an order,” Doug said.

They all agreed.

“After you’ve honed your skills,” Matty said, “would you boys consider joining us and expanding our practice?”

“In a heartbeat,” Rafe said.

That was followed by more hugs and a lot of tears.  Nobody held back on the sobbing.

“Do you think we would be this close if we were still straight?” Johnny asked.

“I would like to think so,” Doug said, “but who knows?”

“Probably not,” Matty added, so they concluded that being gay was essential to their close relationship. 

They accepted being gay without any feelings of guilt or regrets.  They loved each other.  That was that.  Nothing more need to be said, and no excuses were necessary.

Posted: 06/11/2021