UNCLOTHED ENCOUNTERS

OF THE 69^th KIND

By The Friends of Tickie

© 2008 by the Contributing Authors

Tom Borden, Jaden Farseer, Hankster, Henry Higgins,

Gerry Young, Deep Diver, Scotty, Morris Henderson, and Will B.

Dear Tickie
 
Never think for a minute that nobody appreciates what you do for us (which you did say a few weeks ago when you were in a down mood). This story was originally designed for you to post on your Yahoo Groups Page, but now you can just read it and enjoy it, and think of it as a symbol of how much we appreciate your work. This story is the product of a joint effort and is sent to you as a Birthday Present.

Happy Birthday!

Hugs 
From all of us.

Introduction:

Don and John were both randy twenty-two-year olds who preferred the company of men. They had both graduated from college and gotten jobs in the big city.
 
Don was blond, with blue eyes. He was five-foot-eleven and had a fit and trim body. His well-developed pecs were topped with brown nipples the size of a quarter. He had a neatly trimmed pubic bush and an uncut cock that was six inches when flaccid and eight when rigid. He was wearing dark brown sandals, light brown slacks, and a green tee shirt. He was going commando.
 
John had black hair and green eyes, and a killer smile. He was six-foot tall, and had a well developed torso. His nipples were pinkish-red and the size of nickels. His dark pubic bush covered his groin and inner thighs. His cut man-meat was six-and-a-half inches when flaccid; it would hang over his balls. When he was hard his organ was eight-and-a-half inches. He was wearing black sandals, black slacks, and a blue open-necked short sleeve shirt. Underneath he wore red bikini briefs and a white tee shirt.

At a Gay Bar:

Even as he waded through the throng of dancing couples, all of whom were strangers to him, Don once more had to ask the lady he followed, "How did I let you talk me into this?" Sharon worked with him at the law office where he was currently employed. A few minutes before the end of their last working day of the week, she had asked him to hit a club with her; he had no idea that she meant going to "The EDGE," a very well-known gay bar. As far as anyone at work, including Sharon, knew, he was a nice single straight guy who lived a very simple life. He had known from the get-go that Sharon was a lesbian, but he really felt out of his element here. That thought came forward even stronger as a dancer, not caring about those around him, backed an elbow into Don’s ribs.

"Let’s get a table." Sharon suggested, nearly regretting it when she saw the response on her friend’s face. The whole office had wondered about Don, who never talked about his personal life, had no girlfriends to speak of, and had no pictures of family or friends on his desk. All the advances made on him by some of the more "flirtatious" ladies were to no avail; some thought that he was just another closet-case gay man. Sharon wasn't sure, but she hoped that if she could make him feel more comfortable around her, he would confide to her some of those secrets everyone gossiped about. She spotted an open table and motioned for Don to sit down quickly before someone else took the seat; she had hoped that it wouldn't be this busy.

Before he had a chance to sit down, a very inebriated lady, jumping to the music, ended up spilling part of her drink on his shirt. Sitting down quickly, Sharon stifled a laugh as he held his sleeve out, looking at the strong spoiling spot on the fabric. Don frowned at it, it was just a t-shirt after all, but it was the shirt that he would have to wear for the rest of the night, a prospect that he wasn't too happy about.

"Maybe you should go to the washroom and wash that out before it sets." Sharon suggested, hoping that she could distract him enough for him to start having some fun.

He had no sooner stood up to do just that, when another person tumbled a full drink into his crotch for some reason. Looking down at the spill, all he could do was shake the drink off his hands as he stated, "Lovely, just lovely," and stormed off to try and find a means of drying his slacks, leaving Sharon in disbelief and regret.

As he turned the corner into the men's room, he soon regretted going in with his head down. In many normal bars, you would possibly catch only a guy or two using the urinals, not so here. Don stopped dead in his tracks; there before him were three guys intimately involved with each other, more than willing to allow anyone who wanted to to watch. It was more than he could handle. He would apologize to Sharon on the phone tomorrow; right then, he had to get out of here. Trying to get out of the club was like wading against the current in a major river. His exit caught the eyes of those waiting to get in, his crotch still moist from the spilled drink.
 
Don fumed; this was not how he had wanted to spend his Friday night. Even as he marched down the block to where he was sure he had seen a sky-train station on the way in, someone behind him started trying to get his attention. He heard his name called, not by the voice of his co-worker, but in a man’s voice, a voice that sounded oddly familiar to him, a voice he had not heard in many years.
 
Although the man wore his hair long and loose down his back, once Don saw those eyes, those emerald green eyes, a whole world of memories flooded into him. The name blazed through his mind, as bright and warming as the smile that lit the gorgeous face, coming closer with every step. Though it had been over four years since high school, he could still remember every snuck glimpse at the even more hunky young man coming to stand before him.

"I thought that was you," he said with that amazing smile of his, "When I saw you in there, I couldn't believe it. What's it been, like two, three years?" John looked amazing, his football player frame was still in top shape. Don’s eyes wandered over him from tip to toe, comparing him to the last time he had seen him at school, having snuck into the locker room to watch him shower. When he realized that he had been asked a question, he returned to the present.

"Almost five," Don answered.

"So, what have you been up to since grad?" John asked, intent on learning as much as he could about his long-lost friend.

He never could figure out why, but Don once more found himself talking about some of his deepest secrets. "Well, I got a scholarship for a nice college, worked on my law degree; when I graduated, I was offered a job at a firm here in town." He so hoped to end his portion of reminiscing there, but the look he got from John told him that it would be otherwise. He couldn't bear looking into those green eyes, not any more, so he turned his attention to the ground between them, hoping the next question wouldn't be asked.

"What did you do while you were in school?" John asked, knowing that there was more to it than what his friend had divulged so far.
 
Don turned, starting to walk away, head still down cast, but he was stopped short by a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder, a hand that sent tremors of both fear and excitement through his body. Memories that he had done his best to hide, to bury deep in darkness, rushed unbidden back into his mind. Reflexively, his left hand went to his forehead as tears started to roll down his cheeks. John stepped around in front of him, concern filling him as he saw his friend, now a stranger, filled with such anguish and pain. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled his friend into a welcoming embrace.

Don Reminisces:

John said, “We had a great time jerking off together back in junior high and high school. I have to admit I loved watching your cock as you stroked it, and watching you cum. It made me really horny. You didn’t know that, did you?”
 
“Not really,” Don said. “I guess I was too busy looking at yours.”
 
John hesitated, but then asked, “Did you ever do what we did with any other guys? And did you ever do anything else besides just jerking off.”
 
“Sure,” Don said. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but when I was sixteen, I did some stuff with another guy’s dad. It was my first time doing stuff other than just jerking off.”
 
“You did? Who?”
 
“Remember Robby Dollen? He lived next door to me.”
 
“You did something with his dad? Wow. I remember when he’d come to school and pick up Robby every day. He was so . . . you know, good looking.”
 
Don told John what had happened so long ago
 
Well, that summer, just after my birthday, Robby and his mom went off to visit his grandparents for a couple of weeks, but his dad stayed home. One really hot afternoon, I saw him out mowing his lawn. He had no shirt on and was wearing short shorts. He was real tan and his body was all glistening with sweat. He saw me and waved, and I waved back. In just a few minutes, he was through and called to me to come over.
 
“Hi, Don,” he said to me. “Damn, it’s hot out. If you don’t have anything else to do, come on in and have a glass of iced tea with me. Now that the family’s gone, I need some company.”
 
“Thanks a lot, Mr. Dollen,” I said as I followed him inside.
 
He said, “Call me Harry, Don. We’re neighbors. No point in being so fucking formal.”
 
I was surprised when he used the f-word. I didn’t know fathers talked that way. So I followed him inside and then upstairs to his room, which served as both a bedroom and his office.
 
“I smell like a bag of farts,” Harry said. “Make yourself comfortable while I take a shower. My balls are so sweaty, they’re sticking to my thighs. When I’m done, I’ll bring up some iced tea.”
 
Harry had stripped off his shorts, and just as he left the room, I saw him flip something on his TV. And what came on was a movie like nothing I’d ever seen. It was two naked guys lying next to each other and sucking on each other’s cocks. I sat on the edge of the bed and got so hard I could hardly stand it. Then two other guys came into the picture and they all started fucking each other in the ass. I couldn’t believe that my friend’s father had something like that.
 
In a few minutes, Harry came back in, still naked, with two glasses of iced tea.
 
“Oh, Don,” he said. “I see you looking at that. I’d forgotten I had that tape in there.”
 
“That’s okay,” I said, feeling my penis wanting to break through my pants.
 
Harry then sat down next to me on the bed with his naked thigh pressing against my bare leg. “You ever do anything like that, Don?” he asked me.
 
“No.” I felt the blood rushing to my head.
 
“Well, you’re sixteen now. You jack off, don’t you?”
 
“Yeah, but . . . .”
 
He kept asking me, “There are all sorts of things a young fucker like you can do to get off.” Harry put his hand on my bulging crotch. “You look like you’re interested in the stuff those guys are doing. Are you?”
 
“Sort of,” I said weakly.
 
“You ever had your cock sucked, Don?”
 
“No.”
 
Then he really surprised me. He said, “Here, let me show you how good it feels. You’ll see it’s better than your hand.”
 
Harry pushed me to a standing position and then pulled off my shorts. “You’ve got a good solid piece of meat there, boy. Lie back there and let me show you how good it is to have your fucking cock sucked.”
 
I lay back and watched him run his hands over my legs and then suck my cock into his mouth. It really did feel better than it did with my hand. His curly brown hair fell forward and tickled my stomach. I had about six inches then, and he took it all down his throat. As he sucked, I could see his little round ass cheeks sticking up behind him. The feel of my penis in his mouth and the sight of his beautiful masculine body began to send me over the edge, and I felt my whole insides cramping. My orgasm swept over me like it never had before, and I could feel my cum surging into his mouth.
 
When he finally pulled off, he looked up at me with my cum dripping down his chin. I was exhausted.
 
Next Harry said to me that now I needed to know how to be a fucking cocksucker, too, and that there was nothing that tasted better than a good load of hot creamy cum.
 
Harry rolled over on his back and spread his legs. “Come on, boy. Take this motherfucker. You’ll never taste anything like it. But first, get under there and lick my balls. That gets them good and primed.”
 
I felt no hesitation. I wanted his cock so badly. I not only licked his balls, but I ran my tongue over the soft hair of his inner thighs. When I took that nine-inch monster in my mouth, it was like nothing I’d ever felt. I fucked it hard with my mouth just as he’d done with mine.
 
“Reach around,” he said, “and stick your finger up my asshole. That makes it feel real good.”
 
I did, and I loved the moist warmth of his rectum on my finger, as well as the tightness of his asshole. I felt his cock getting bigger in my mouth, and then, as it slapped furiously against the roof of my mouth, I felt the surges of hot thick cum blasting down my throat. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. He bucked his hips with each surge. I couldn’t swallow it all, and a lot of it dripped down over his balls.
 
When it was over, I licked his balls again and got up every drop of cum.
 
Harry sat up and took me in his arms. He kissed me, and the cum in our mouths passed between us.
 
“Now Rob, there’s more you need to know. Why don’t you come over again tomorrow afternoon and I’ll show you.”
 
Well, I did go back almost every day for those two weeks. We fucked each other’s asses and gave each other total body tongue baths and must have eaten a gallon of cum.
 
Later in the summer I went down to visit my grandpa at his farm for a couple of weeks. One day, I walked into one of the barns and found two young farm hands lying next to each other in the hay and sucking each other’s cocks. Their names were Jeb and Joe. They saw me, but just kept sucking.
 
I said, “Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to catch you?”
 
Jeb said, “Shit, no, Don. Yer grandpa knows we’re doin’ it. He’s the one that taught us.”
 
“You’re kidding,” I said.
 
“I’m not shittin’ ya. Go ask ‘im to show you how to do it. He’ll probably give ya a good fuckin’, too, if ya want him to.”
 
Grandpa was only in his early fifties and looked like a pretty healthy stud. That evening after supper, I sat out on the porch with Grandpa while he smoked a cigar.
 
“Grandpa,” I said, “I met Jeb and Joe this afternoon in the barn. They’re nice guys.”
 
“Sure they are. Hard workin’ fuckers, too.”
 
I wasn’t sure what to say next. “They were doing some stuff together in there.”
 
“Is that right?”
 
“They were lying down together.”
 
“Is that a fact?”
 
“Yeah. They told me you would teach me how to do what they were doing.” I already knew how to do what they were doing, but I didn’t want him to know that.
 
“So ya wanna know how to do that? Are ya sure?”
 
“I’m sure.
 
Grandpa smiled at me. “They were suckin’ each other’s cock. Right?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
Grandpa took me by the hand and led me inside and up to his bedroom. “Now git outta them clothes and lie flat on the bed and let me see what ya got.”
 
I got out of my clothes and lay down. My cock was hard as steel and standing straight up. He stripped down completely, revealing one hot body with a hard fat cock that must have been nine or ten inches. He lay down between my legs and licked my balls for a minute.
 
“Now pay attention how I do this.”
 
He took the whole length of my cock in his mouth and swirled his tongue fiercely around the head and shaft. It must have been no more than twenty seconds and I shot my load into his mouth. He pulled off and opened his mouth so I could see my whole load before he swallowed it.
 
“Did that feel good,” he asked as he rolled over and spread-eagled across the bed.
 
“Now git down there and do it to me like I did it. Remember, to be a really first-class cocksucker, ya gotta use lotsa tongue action.”
 
I could get only half of Grandpa’s cock in my mouth, but I swirled my tongue like he did. He started to moan and I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth. The load he shot down my throat must have been twice as much as I got from Robby’s dad. God damn, was it good. Just then, Jeb and Joe appeared at the bedroom door.
 
Come on in, boys. Don, Jeb and Joe are here fer their regular evenin’ fuck. You met my grandson, boys. Git outta them fuckin’ clothes and let’s show him how a good fuck is done. Okay Don,” Grandpa said, “sit on my face and watch Jeb as he fucks the shit outta me. And Joe, git down here and suck me off while I’m gittin’ fucked and while I’m eatin’ out my grandson’s asshole.”
 
I sat on Grandpa’s face and felt his tongue slurping away at my asshole as I watched Jeb’s monster cock slide in and out of Grandpa’s asshole. I was hard again, and Joe was alternating between grandpa’s cock and mine with his mouth.
 
After only minutes, I said I was cumming. Grandpa pushed my ass off his face and took hold of my hard cock. He pointed it down to his face, and I shot my whole load all over it. It splattered all over his face, in his eyes and mouth, and on his cheeks. Just then Jeb let out a yell and shot his own load up Grandpa’s ass, as Joe moved up and licked all my cum off of Grandpa’s face. Joe hadn’t cum yet, so he pushed me flat and squatted over me as he fucked my mouth. As I felt his cock expanding in my mouth, he pulled off and blasted his whole load of hot cum all over my face. Grandpa then rolled over and licked my face clean.
 
After that, during the rest of my two weeks there, we fucked and sucked every night.

John also reminisces:

“Listen, Don, let’s go back to the bar. There may be some interesting things going on we can watch, if you like,” John said.
 
So John and Don went back to the bar. Don saw that his coworker had left, and he didn’t see anybody he knew, but as he sat in a booth with John and watched the guys dancing with each other, some of them not wearing shirts, and a couple of studs wearing shirts that were torn in all the right places, he felt his meat moving, and calling out for attention. As he talked to John he began stroking.
 
"I heard a rumor about you a few years ago," Don said, grinning, "about a party you threw. I would love to have been there."
 
"Well," John said, "we sorta lost contact after you and your parents moved away and you had to go to a different high school, or I would have invited you."
 
"What all went on? There were so many rumors, I couldn't believe what I heard."
 
John chuckled. "It's not what went on, but rather, what came off. EVERY one did—at least three or four times!"
 
Come on. Fess-up! Tell all!" Don begged, squeezing harder and wanking faster.
 
The crowd in the bar grew thicker. All seats were occupied, and guys were standing everywhere. Two young guys—at least eighteen … the minimum age for drinking—standing with their butts right against the outside edge of John and Don's table, were listening to the conversation behind them, trying as hard as they could NOT to be seen as eaves-dropping.
 
"Well," John began, "it was a 'hanger party'." John began to reach under the table and squeeze, ever so gently, Don’s manhood.
 
"What's that?" Don asked.
 
"Well … when each of the guys arrived, he was led to the back bedroom and had to take ALL his clothes off and HANG them up, or he wouldn't be allowed to join the party."
 
"You're shittin' me!" Don exclaimed.
 
"I shit you not," John replied, squeezing Don's cock harder. "You remember Lon, the hick who suddenly showed up when we were in Grade Nine?"
 
Don nodded.
 
"Well, those gorgeous farm muscles helped turn him into a professional body-builder, but … uhhh …" he held up his hand and wiggled his pinkie-finger.
 
They both laughed, not noticing that the two young guys, who had been hip-to-hip, had turned facing each other AND were slyly rubbing each other's hard dicks.
 
"And Ron, the kid in shop who could make or build ANYthing outta wood…?"
 
"Yeah, I remember him, too," Don nodded, gleefully, wiggling his eyebrows.
 
"Well, he was there—God! What a hunk he turned into."
 
"OMG! You've got me so hot and horny, if you don't stop wankin' me like that, rubbin' my pre-cum all over the head o' my cock with your thumb, I'm gonna cum all over your hand and this … this … tablecloth!" Don moaned.
 
"No problemo, amigo," one of the two kids said grinning, as he fell to his knees and crawled under the table, replacing John's hand on Don's throbbing tool with his hot, moist, masterful, cock-sucking mouth.
 
"Si, no problemo," the other kid echoed and he, too, sunk and crawled and replaced Don's hand on John's own leaking cock with his hot, moist, experienced mouth.
 
After the unexpected pleasuring began—in public, even!—John and Don could be seen slowly sliding down—just a little—over the slick-with-ass-sweat, leathery banquette seat, making it easier for their tantalizing, titillating suckers. They gazed at each other through glassy eyes with shit-eating grins on their faces.
 
"So, who else was there?" Don was barely able to ask.
 
"Uhhh …" John tried desperately to think as he experienced the hidden joy below.
 
"Uhhh … there was … oh, God!" he yelped, grabbing the kid's head under the table and holding him still. "Remember Vaughn, the black kid on the Junior Varsity team?"
 
"Yeahup," Don drew out the answer as he slammed his hands against HIS pleasurer's ears, forcing him, too, to hold still.
 
"He was there, too," John continued the conversation with some major difficulty. "And Juan, the one and only Mexican kid in our class—he's now a professional boxer, you know?"
 
"No, I didn't know," Don moaned in ecstasy, his eyes shut. "So what all went on at the party where everyone was … ohhhhhhh, yeah …naked?" he asked.
 
With no up-and-down motion below, John and Don had relaxed their holds on the heads of the guys under the table. And then, as one, both the boys relaxed their throats and slid completely down on Don's eight-inch cut cock and John's eight-and-a-half uncut inches, burying their noses in their hosts' pubic hair.
 
John and Don both let out loud yelps of passion, drawing the attention of the hordes of lusty men of all ages in the bar. Unaffected in their publicly sexual bliss, John tried to continue their conversation.
 
"I had a buffet table set up with all kinds of finger-food available—not just junk food, but good, nutritious food. I figured we'd all need all the energy we could get before the night and next morning were over. And I had a champagne punch prepared with dry ice in the bottom, creating a smokey, misty cloud nearly covering the entire table. We were all standing around the table, naked, nibbling, drinking, waiting for the 'Birthday Boy', Tron…."
 
"Tron? Who's that?" Don asked.
 
"Oh! You didn't know him by that name; that's Tickie … the computer wiz. Oh, shit…." he said as the kid under the table pulled off his cock, pushed it up against his stomach, and began sensually sucking, licking and munching his balls, while fingering his ass.
 
"Ohhh, mannnnn," Don cooed, receiving the same treatment. "Annnd…?"
 
"Unnnggghhh," John was having trouble concentrating. "The doorbell rang, and I went to answer it, and…."
 
"Naked? You went to the door naked?"
 
"Yep. In all my … OUT-STANDING … glory!"
 
The thunderous sound of vocal approval, hands clapping, feet stomping, and wolf-whistles shook the building and the few, dim hanging lights.
 
It was then that John and Don realized that the noise in the bar had suddenly grown quiet. The guys in the bar had gathered 'round to listen and observe. Some even squeezed into what remained empty on the banquette. Hands were roaming everywhere. Several guys were on their knees servicing whoever was near. All were listening. And John continued.
 
"I went and opened the door—standing behind it, of course—until Tron—Tickie—came in. It was a Surprise Birthday Party for him—he knew nothing about it. He was in full military uniform …."
 
"AHHHHHHH," both, John and Don moaned loud, scrunching down a little more on the seat, affording more access to the boys' tongues below, now beginning to lick and eat out their assholes and stroking their cocks. But John fought to continue on.
 
"I didn't lead him to the back bedroom to strip. Instead, I led him into the living room where I had set up two king-sized mattresses in the middle of the floor—both covered with plastic sheets that were covered with black silk sheets. Tubes of KY, bottles of Baby Oil, jars of Vaseline, even a tub of Crisco, were scattered around the room, as were serving dishes filled with condoms."
 
"Oohs" and "Ahhs," moans and groans of desire came from the onlookers.
 
John and Don echoed the crowd with their own passionate sounds as the suckers returned to deep-throating the once-again throbbing, pulsing, leaking cocks.
 
"And … then … wh… what … hap… hap… happened?" Don struggled to ask amid the under-table stimulation?
 
"Ohhhhhhh," John moaned with a sudden intake of breath, "you remember the scene in "Suddenly Last Summer" where Sebastian was EATEN by all the young boys?"
 
"Yeah," a chorus of answers joined Don's.
 
"Well, we all attacked Tron—Tickie, I mean … I've gotten so used to calling him that, it's hard to call him Tickie any more. Ohhh, shiiiiit." Another intake of breath as he slid further off the seat. "We ripped and tore his uniform off, carried him to the mattresses, and had our way with him…."
 
"Did you actually … Ohhh, shiiiiit," Don repeated, as he, too, slid down a little more.
 
"Oh, no. He wasn't hurt like Sebastian was; he just gave in and enjoyed his birthday presents—he was sucked and fucked and rimmed and kissed and fondled and shot on and licked on; his pit hairs and pubes were nibbled down to nothing, and…."
 
Just then, the manager worked his way through the crowd of ‘packed sardines’. "All right, guys … break it up. This isn't the baths, you know.
 
John and Don grabbed their suckers' heads once more, and each shot off for the second time in less than a half hour.
 
As the crowd backed away, returning their own slimy rods into hiding, the front door flew open, and in marched four studly cops with motorcycle boots and uniforms that looked like they'd been sprayed on, their phallic billy-clubs gripped in one hand, guns raised with the other, their 'rods' protruding down their upper thighs, shouting, "This is a raid; don't anybody move."
 
To hell with that shit! There was a rush to the back entrance amid macho curses and effeminate screams. John and Don quietly but quickly scooted out of the banquette, and hopping as they pulled up their trousers, and managed to get through the back door before the police could stop them.
 
All's well that ends well, even though most were scared shitless, but John and Don jumped in John's little red Fiat Spider convertible and sped off, twice satisfied.
 
"Next time you throw a Surprise Birthday Party for anyone," Don said, "I want to be invited."
 
"I'll keep that in mind," John said with a grin, then looked gaily forward and projected a thought to Tron … errr … Tickie: 'Just you wait, Tickie, Baby … just you wait."

Don shares more of his college experiences:

Don sighed loudly as he tried to put his memories in order. "It wasn't until the start of my second year at college that I lost my funding. My family has never been there for me, you know that...." he started.

"I remember," John answered lightly, as he too thought back to the years they had shared before high school, before they had been separated into different cliques. "I ended up hearing about a job from this guy in the dorms. Normally, I wouldn't have taken it, but with tuition coming, I had no choice.…" Don left off, not wanting to go on.

"What type of job? What happened?" John slipped closer on the couch, wanting to hear what had happened to one of the few and truest friends he had growing up. Seeing that his closeness to Don spooked him, he knew something bad must have happened to make him this terrified.

"It started out, just dancing at this club for men..." Don tried to put words to memories but everything just rushed towards him all at once. "Most of the guys that danced there were straight, they just did it for the money. Sometimes though, there would be special parties... I never knew what went on at them, but the word was, that those were where you earned the big bucks." Don was starting to fall apart, collapsing emotionally in on himself even as he revealed the events that had unfolded in his past. "I didn't know what the guys did at them, I thought it was just supposed to be more dancing.

“About half way through the dance routine, the other guys left with some of the guys, leaving me alone with these three guys, they were stuffing big bills into my outfit...." A single tear started rolling down his cheek as the memory came back in vivid color. Unlike the stone figure most saw him as, Don quickly collapsed into his friend, clutching at him as tears streamed down his face.

John suddenly had no idea what to do, how to comfort his friend. Between sobs, Don turned his face to the side, laying his cheek against the strong chest beneath him. "I will never be able to forget the look on their faces. The way they looked at me as I danced for them... as they pulled at me... as they forced me to.. to.." once more sobs cut off his voice.

Don pushed away from the strong form that held him; he had to talk about this, after so many years of keeping it inside, he had to tell someone at last what had taken away the warmth in his life. Tears still moistened his cheeks as he started to talk.

"I can't remember their names, I wish that I couldn't remember their faces, but they come back to me in my dreams, haunting me every night since then. It was the smallest of the three that really started it all. Grabbing my arm tightly, tight enough to bruise, he jerked me off balance, causing me to fall to the floor in front of him. With a sneer, he asked the others if they were ready for the "real" party to begin. I should have tried running then, but there was just no way for me to get away from them." Don's voice was full of fear as he told of that fateful night.
 
"I don't even know who took their clothes off first, just that I found myself being pushed around by the three of them. One of them tripped me, I landed on my hands and knees, my face in the groin of the large guy. They laughed, and the next thing I knew, he had his hard cock pushed against my lips." Even as Don continued, his body shook with tremors. John just held him closer. "He grabbed my neck, squeezing until I had to open my mouth. He shoved himself in, telling me that if I so much as scratched his dick with my teeth, he'd break my neck without a thought."
 
John stared in horror at his oldest friend, to think that such horror had been done to him: he didn't know what he would have done in such a position. His own memories of growing up came to mind, the intimate moments that the two of them had snuck off alone to explore more than just the abandoned lots at the edge of town. He remembered their childhood playfulness, showing each other their small wieners, proud of each other the first day they could actually have an erection, even prouder as they learnt to jerk off. Memories of the first time they had not only touched each other, but had jerked each other off. They had both known that these moments were their secret, things never to talk about with others, for years they kept this secret, silently keeping how close they really were from everyone.

Realizing what his friend had been trying desperately to say, John didn't know what to say or do, all he could do was hold his friend to him, trying to convey with his body that he was here for him, unquestioning, not judging him. Folding his arms around the shivering form, John pulled him closer. When he felt Don pull away, he was fearful that he had gone too far, that his friend was horrified at his action. Looking down into those reddened eyes, he was surprised when Don pulled his face down, closing his eyes and allowing their lips to meet.

After some heavy kissing and groping, they finished filling each other in on what had happened in their lives over the past ten years. As they talked, their bodies came closer and closer to each other, as if drawn together by some unseen magnetic force. They were so close that their rigid cocks touched and each leaned forward and started to rub against the other. Their eyes were glued together and finally Don leaned into John’s face and they began to kiss. At first the kisses were languid and sensuous and then their lips parted and their tongues began to duel.
 
“You know what?” Don asked. “Let’s go somewhere and see how much our cocks have grown since junior high school. Maybe we can pick up where we left off.”
 
“Good idea,” John answered, “but I sure would like to go a lot further than jerking off with you.”
 
Don just smiled and kissed harder.

Back at John’s apartment:

They determined that John lived the closest, so Don followed him to his apartment in his car. Once they entered John’s apartment, they began to rip each other’s clothes off as John dragged Don into his bedroom.

“Listen, John, I want to have my way with you,” Don said. He placed his hands on his hips and moved them below the elastic of his tightly clinging boxer-style underpants. As he moved them down he could see the sexy hairs on his lower abdomen, which quickly evolved into the thick forest of his pubic hairs. Then the base of his cock came into view and he stopped moving his hands.
 
“My, my, you sure have grown,” Don said, as he admired John’s cock. “Now that is definitely something I want up my ass.”
 
“Only if I get to have that monster of yours up my ass,” John said, admiring right back.
 
They fell on the bed and maneuvered into a sixty-nine position. Each grabbed the other’s cock and began to tongue the other’s shaft, cockhead, balls, and the insides of the thighs. They moaned in ecstasy until they could no longer bear it, and each took the other into his mouth.
 
They sucked in sheer abandon until they felt their orgasms rising and instinctively they pulled away from each other, not yet wanting to cum. John reached into his nightstand and took out some condoms and a tube of KY jelly. He opened a condom and rolled it down Don’s red and throbbing cock. Then he handed the tube to Don, who knew just what to do. He rolled John on his back and applied the lubricant generously into John’s gaping ass hole. He lubricated his own cock, pushed John’s legs up onto his shoulders, positioned his cock on John’s ass and started to push in gently. He met absolutely no resistance and was in to the hilt quickly.
 
They lay quietly, savoring the moment. Don bent over and kissed John on the lips as he started to pump gently.
 
“Harder, harder,” John began to urge. Don did as he was requested and came with a loud scream and gushing semen. He could feel the condom filling up with his juices, and was sure he could feel his jism rising up and out the top of the condom.
 
They lay still until Don fell out of John’s ass. They rolled over so that they were lying side by side on their backs. They turned their faces toward each other and kissed silently for awhile. Then Don leaned over John. He took a rubber and the tube of jelly from the night stand and handed them to John.
 
“I like it doggy style,” he said.
 
When they were finished making love for the moment, they lay in bed, facing each other. They pressed their bodies as close to one another as possible and Don whispered in John’s ear. “I have loved you since junior high and now I love you more than ever. Please don’t ever leave me again.”
 
John smiled at Don as he fondled Don’s balls. “Not in a million years,” he answered.

Don and John return to some mutual manual manipulation.

Those adolescent jack-off sessions with each other in junior high seemed so long ago. Now, however, Don and John had grown in many ways. Each now had thoroughly masculine bodies. Each had experienced the ultimate joy of man-to-man sex, not just the thrill of forbidden, juvenile experimentation. Each had had, if only briefly, lovers with whom they explored a full range of sensual delight. Both had been devastated by a break-up with their partners -- Don’s lover simply moved out leaving him distraught for weeks while John and his partner’s split was preceded by months of gradually escalating rancor. Both men now craved companionship. Both felt that, perhaps, they might find it with their boyhood buddy but, for the moment at least, they would simply enjoy each other’s body and hope for the best.

John, propped up on his elbow and lying next to Don, toyed with Don’s prominent nipples, tracing lazy circles around them with his finger and occasionally tweaking them with a gentle pinch. They were large, dark, and -- judging from the way they hardened and stood out upon John’s skillful manipulation -- especially sensitive. John chuckled to himself as he recalled Don’s question in an early jack-off session: why do men have nipples? Neither boy could answer that question nor could they now but it was no longer important; as men, they knew how to stimulate them to please a partner.

Don, meanwhile, was running his fingers through John’s silken, ebony hair, the image of which had remained in his memory for the way it always seemed to frame his handsome face and inexplicably fell back into place when disturbed. He gently rubbed John’s cheek with the back of his hand and was rewarded by John kissing his hand. Don began gently rubbing John’s lips with a finger. John drew the caressing finger into his mouth, closed his eyes, and sucked on it in a surprisingly erotic way.

Both men got horny again, but each recognized the importance of foreplay; they knew that the arousal would intensify the satisfaction when, ultimately, a crescendo of pleasure would overtake them in an exhilarating climax. So Don lay passively, enjoying the stimulation. John’s enjoyment was not less than Don’s. He feasted his eyes on Don’s impressive chest and solid, flat stomach that was lightly covered with a trail of dark hair that led invitingly downward. As he admired the manly torso, his thoughts drifted. His excitement increased as he anticipated touching, then fondling, then licking, then sucking his friend’s manhood. He chuckled to himself as he remembered that he had never touched Don’s penis back in Junior High. He had wanted to, but was too timid. Finally, he would have his chance!

Although Don occasionally moaned or sighed with pleasure, John sensed that Don might be impatient. Or was it his own impatience? Either way, he felt compelled to proceed. He bent down, kissed his friend gently on the lips and immediately moved down to lick, kiss, and suck on Don’s nipples, first the right, then the left, then back. Don’s moans increased in volume and frequency. Interpreting that as a request, John began to kiss and lick a meandering path downward across Don’s chest and stomach until he reached his navel where he lavished special attention with his lips and tongue. John felt Don’s hand on his shoulder gently pushing him down further toward the ultimate goal and he eagerly obeyed the unspoken command.

Very soon, John’s nose was buried in Don’s thick bush of black pubic hair. Don did not trim this hair; John was glad for that because it intensified the aroma and stimulation. As he nuzzled into the growth of hair, licking occasionally and savoring the unique but very subtle taste, he felt a pressure against his cheek. Don’s cock was inflating and had come up to meet him. It was as if it was saying, “Hey, I’m here! I’m ready! Give me some attention!” John willingly obliged by licking the dark helmet.

John had an overpowering urge to take the now fully engorged cock into his mouth but Don put his hand on John’s shoulder and said, “Not yet. Let’s enjoy it for a while longer. Okay?” John, frustrated at being at least temporarily denied, raised his head and looked up at Don who beckoned him to lay down beside him. Recalling the importance of foreplay, a thought that had escaped his mind as he tasted Don’s cock, John complied.

Don then kissed John on the lips and promptly moved down to kneel between John’s legs. Starting at the knees, Don kissed and licked John’s thighs, working his way upward and alternating between the left and right legs. The closer he came to John’s crotch, the more his cock twitched and drooled precum onto his stomach. His former lover had never made him feel so good, so eager for more; Don was truly expert.

When Don began licking the underside of John’s balls, John was in a state of euphoria. But it got even better. Don used one hand to massage John’s balls while the other hand crept slowly but inexorably into the private crevice that harbored a sensitive pucker. John pulled his knees up, spreading the cheeks of his ass to allow better access. It was an invitation ... no, more of a plea ... to enter his pleasure portal.

Don welcomed John’s accommodation but took his time in gently rubbing the circular muscle while he fondled John’s stiff rod and pendulous balls, which eventually put John into a frenzy. Just as John was about to scream and demand penetration, Don abruptly stopped and returned to lie atop John. They kissed passionately. Their tongues dueled. They ground their throbbing cocks together. They writhed about with an almost animalistic fervor.

Foreplay was no longer an option. The time had come for serious sex.

Don prepares John’s body for penetration?

"I was so in love with you in junior high when we jacked together," said Don, "But I didn't know what to do with it. Besides, I was so afraid of being different and getting singled out for it. So I just let it go. And then to think that we met by chance this afternoon! I can't believe it."
 
"Nor can I," said John. "You know what? I was just as much in love with you. But I was just like you, only I just knew that I'd get pounded for it by some bully."
 
"Well, that was then and this is now," said Don. "I don't want to just start where we left off, John, I want to do a quantum leap. I so want to plow your ass."
 
John grinned. "How th' hell did you know I'm a bottom?"
 
"I guess it was just an intuition—fueled by about ten years of jacking off with you."
 
"No way!"
 
"Yes, way! Oh sure, I saw porn and was with other guys; but nobody ever turned me on quite like you did. You were the bomb—my bomb!"
 
"So… Are you always a top?"
 
"I can go either way. But if my favorite guy is a bottom, then you bet your sweet ass I'll be a top."
 
Talking and reminiscing had aroused both men even further.
 
Don looked his love in the eye and said, "I need you—now!"
 
The two naked men pressed their hot flesh together as they did a tongue dance. Don then reached into the nightstand drawer for what he seen before. and figured it would still be there. It was.
 
First, he undid the foil packet, withdrew the condom, and carefully rolled it onto his hard-on. Next, he opened the tube of K-Y. John's ass was already waving in the air as he moaned with passion, while he scooped up his precum and slurped on the operative finger.
 
Meanwhile, Don began to lube his lover's anus with one finger, first around the outside, and then inserting the lubed finger to coat the inside. John moaned louder as he tried to clamp down on the pulsing digit.
 
"Just another moment, Sweet, and then we'll be ready."
 
Next, Don coated his own inflated and sheathed penis with K-Y.
 
His lover panted, "Oh, Don, I've waited so long for this moment. I’d given up on ever finding you again."
 
"Easy, there, love. Here we come!" The man rested his knob against his friend's anus, gradually increasing the pressure, waiting for the anus to open to him.
 
Don’s second orgasm was even more wonderful than the first. He and John just seemed to melt into each other’s bodies. Don had been lonely for a long time, and so had John. As the two reveled in each other’s body Don realized that he wanted this to be more than just a one-night stand.
 
John began to straighten things in the living room as Don slowly began dressing, preparing to leave. John stopped what he was doing and asked, “What are you doing?”

John sank down onto the sofa, looking quizzically at Don, who told him. “I’m getting ready to leave. Why?” Don sat down beside John, he leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

“After all these years, I have a soft spot in my heart for you, and besides that, you’re fuckin’ hot and sexy.” He pushed John back against the sofa and climbed on him sitting on his lap and moving back and forth on what was soon to be John’s very hard penis. John kissed Don gently at first, but soon their kisses became more passionate and filled with desire. Tongues dueled as Don’s hand tried to touch John all at once.

“Stop, please,” begged John.

“Why?”

“Because I know I love you, and if you don’t love me, then, well, I don’t want this to go any further. I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel, Don.”

“You ninny,” Don said as he kissed John’s neck, “I’m so much in love with you that I want to live with you, to be your partner forever. Do you understand?”

For an answer John took Don’s hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. There they would again affirm their union.

A week later, the two men were out shopping. While in a sports store it occurred to Don to buy John the smallest bikini swim trunks that he could find in his size. He had the store wrap them for him as a gift and when they met that night to watch a movie together, Don gave John the present.

¨What’s this for?” John asked perplexed and somewhat embarrassed that he didn't have a gift for Don. John waited sitting next to Don on the sofa in his den. The lights had been dimmed in preparation for the movie and a very slow ceiling fan was not keeping the two very cool at that moment. John had placed a few accent and scented candles strategically around the room.

“It’s a small gift to celebrate the one week anniversary of our renewing our friendship.” said Don, fully aware of how lame his explanation may have seemed and continued, “before you open the box, you must promise to use it tonight, here in front of me.”

John was intrigued both by Don's thoughtfulness and by the mystery expressed in his conditions. Wondering what to do did not take long. Like most people who receive an unexpected gift, he was very curious as to what it could be and quickly agreed to Don's conditions. His desire for a more intimate relationship did not retard his response time either.

John tore the paper wrapping from the box and pulled off the cover. He then very gently pulled back the tissue paper trying to figure out what the box contained. He could tell that it was an article of clothing, but could not imagine what it was exactly until he finally held it up and stretched it open.

“Oh my God, its a g-string!” John exclaimed.

“Ha, Ha, Ha! No, it’s a bathing suit for swimming or sunning. Now do as promised and put it on,” Don ordered.

“Oh, alright,” said John as he began to get up and leave the room.

“No, no.... put it on right here and now!” Don said.

John's impulse was to protest and insist on going to his bedroom alone to change into the bikini, but then it dawned on him that this would be a perfect moment to show his trust and get closer to the blond stud who was waiting for him to begin undressing himself. So John began unbuttoning his shirt slowly and sensually hoping to have an effect on his audience of one gorgeous guy.

John's anxieties about Don's interest abated as he took off his shirt and began to undo his belt. He could seen both in Don's eyes and in the growing bulge in his slacks that he was responding and had put himself on full speed ahead.

Don had been very sly in the choice of a bikini, because there was no way that John could don the swim suit without first lowering his underwear.

“Hey, this isn't fair. Don, if you want me to continue, you have to take off something too!” John said, inventing the rules of the road after he had already begun heading down the lane.

“Oh, fine, but keep going. I want to see you in those trunks to see if I got you the right size.” Don lied hoping to camouflage somewhat his growing horniness. Don began undoing his shirt buttons as if he were on slow-mo. John resumed his downward motion and inch by inch revealed his cock which had grown considerably since high school and also during the last few minutes. Eight-and-a-half-inches later, he stood completely naked before Don's admiring and lust-filled eyes.

John then stepped into the bikini and began to pull it up slowly and sensually. Don's eyes opened wide as he tried to take a series of mental pictures and put them in his mental archives for later retrieval and study. When he pulled the swimsuit up into his crotch, it was obvious that there was no way that it would be able to completely contain his endowments.

“I think this is a size too small,” John observed with his cock and balls clearly hanging out.

“Non-sense, it’s just that you don't know how to use a bikini. Here let me show you.” The semi-naked Don affirmed as he moved closer to John and took his cock and began to adjust it by moving it to one side below the strap, but since John was fully erect due to the erotic circumstances, it simply would not nor could not remain hidden.

“You seem to have too much man juice inside your nuts. Apparently you don't wack this thing off frequently enough. Look, your testicles are practically blue! Let me help you off load some of your cargo and then it will fit just fine,” Don said as he began to unveil John's long swollen member.

Don moved his mouth into position, but only licked around the base of John's noble hot gland. He then licked his nut sack, kissed his hairy thighs and tried to move his tongue as far back along John's perineum as he could reach.

John was not a Smokey Mountain hick. He knew which way is up, but not wanting to miss the opportunity of a lifetime getting a real bj from none other than the school's heart breaker, played along to the hilt.

“Why don't you take off your pants and get as comfortable as if this were your own den?” John said and observed how Don deftly undid the snap on his denims, lowed the zipper and moved out of his skintight jeans without neglecting for one instant the object of his affections.

Once Don was out of his jeans, John moved and directed his friend until the were in a veritable and venerable classic sixty-nine position. As Don continued to explore John's horny genitals with his lips, fingers, and tongue, John moved his own lips over Don's cock, which was still held captive by his own jockey shorts. When John finally pulled at the elastic band in order to reveal his conspirator’s penile appendage, there was no way that Don could resist. Gradually the both managed to swallow the other’s firm meaty sausages and mutually reduce each other to sniveling imbeciles whose only thoughts were to release their pent-up libido. Each thrust his hips in the direction of the other's mouth. Each man pulled back and retracted their swords from the other’s sheath-like throat. Each sucked with vigor as he tried to extract his lover’s soul from hid bodies. Within a short while, which seemed to them like an eternity, each shot hid wad at the same time as the other.

Each jerked and flayed about as his pangs of pleasure throbbed within his head and caused his body to gyrate and spasm as they were both emptied and refilled. Don was no novice to sex, but he suddenly became aware of the light years of difference between mutual masturbation and mutual co-penetration, the vast distance between sharing a bj and sharing one's self. They each discovered in that moment the difference between a two dimensional flat existence compared to the two-dimensional reality of space-time and of coinciding in mutual love.
 
The End.
 
The editor has the last word. First of all, I want to thank all of those who contributed to this story. Most writers sent more than I could use, and I had the job of cutting and pasting the contributions into what I hope is a unified narrative. I owe a special debt of gratitude to Gerry, DD, hankster and Henry Higgins for their corrections. If there are still any rough edges, blame me, but Tickie, I hope you accept this story as a token of our esteem and love and respect. Will B.
 
P.S.: Tickie, if the torrid scenes don’t make you bust a nut, maybe you’ll bust your gut laughing. If either reaction occurs, we will have succeeded. Will.
 

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Posted: 10/24/08