Friends' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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From Chapter 10

After Jake and Sarah’s wedding, Gary and Matt went to Al’s lakeside cabin with Al and Steve, and Pete and Joe.  They get some practical advice on matters physical, sexual, and emotional matters from the four older guys.

Chapter 11

As they went to their room Matt looked at Gary, and said, “Gary, I love you. I want you in me in the deepest sense.”

“And I want you in me,” said Gary. 

The two young men began kissing, slowly and tenderly, then more and more passionately, their tongues, flickering over each other’s teeth, gums, and lips.

Their shorts quickly dropped to the floor, and then they sensuously removed each other’s briefs, gradually exposing their erect cocks, with their purple helmets.

Matt went down on his knees, and took Gary’s erect penis into his mouth, and gave it a loving, tender, thorough, tongue bath.  The helmet glistened with saliva and precum. 

Matt stood up and Gary gently pushed him down on the bed.  Matt raised his legs so that Gary could have easy access to his gateway to paradise.  Gary began to lick the ass cheeks, and then started on the rim of Matt’s opening.  He put lube on his finger and inserted it as far as he could.

Matt then out two fingers into Gary’s anal canal.

“Uuurgh!  Uugh!  Oooh!” Matt said.

“Does it hurt, Matt? Do you want me to stop?” Gary asked.

“No, just take it easy for a bit, and then go a little slower.”

Gary did so, and was wondering if maybe he should stop, when Matt suddenly burst out, “Oooh!  Aahh!  Aahhha! AAAHHHHH! That’s it, Gary. You have found my sweet spot. Aaaahhhh! Oooooohhhh! Don’t stop, Gary.  I love it.  I love you.  I want you.”

Gary put more lube on Matt’s round slightly hairy ass cheeks, and in the opening, as far as his finger would reach.  Then he slowly brought his cock head into line with Matt’s anus, and began to insert it.

“Uuuuuuuhhhhhh! Uuuuunnnnnn! Feed it to me, Gary.  Put your penis into me.  Fill me.  FILL ME.  I want it.  I WANT IT.” Matt was almost screaming.  

Gary continued to move his engorged pecker to Matt’s hole.  He moved slowly.  “Tell me if it hurts, Matt.”

Matt was still flinching a little but responded, “it hurts just a little, but oooooohhhh, aaaaahhhh, push your rod in.  I want it in me so bad, Gary.”

Gary began pumping.  .  .  .  pumping .  .  .  ., pumping, pumping, pumping, then he began pumpngpumpingpumpingpumpingpumping.  Faster and faster and fasterandfasterand faster.

Almost without warning, Gary’s testicles discharged the most copious ejaculation he had ever experienced.  He fired four shots of his serum into Matt’s bucking rectum. 

Just as he had fired his last salvo of nectar, Matt returned fire.  Rope after rope of warm semen blasted out of Matt’s cock, onto the wall behind the bed, onto Matt’s head, onto Matt’s pecs, and onto his upper abdomen.

After a few minutes’ recovery, to let the artillery cool down a little bit, Gary tongue-kissed Matt and said, “Now it’s my turn to be invaded, sweetheart.  Are you up to it?”

“Just let me try, let me try!” Matt said with a smile.

Gary reached for the lube and generously anointed Matt’s “weapon of cum distribution” [Readers: please pardon a metaphor from 2006 in a story set in 1963].  Then he slavered more of the lube over his butt cheeks and opening. 

“I would like to do it a little differently, please, Matt.”

“Sure, Gary, whatever you say,” Matt said.

“OK.  You lie on your back with your head and shoulders propped up, and I am going to inch down until your cock is lined up with my hole.  Then I will inch onto your cock.  Think it’ll work?” Gary asked.

“You know,” Matt said, “This is all new to us.  I am pretty sure it will work, but if not, we’ll just have to do it over and over again until we get it right.”

“OK, teacher.  Here I come, my quivering ass advancing on your innocent rod, just waiting to pounce and swallow your organ into my ever hungry opening!”

“Oh, please, Mr. Python.  I’m just a poor farm boy.  Please be gentle with li’l old me.  Please be gentle” .  .  .  (Matt’s tone changed)  “As you FUCK ME, MATT.  FUCK ME.  NOW.  WOW.  WOW. Fill me! Satisfy me! FLOOD ME!“

Gary wasn’t sure what Matt’s invasion would feel like, and maybe he flinched a little at the first assault on his fortress, but Matt was gentle and Gary was soon used to Matt’s penis in his pucker.

Gary contracted and relaxed his sphincter muscles so that Matt was drawn ever deeper into Gary’s love chute. 

Contract.  Relax.  Contract.  Relax.  Contract.  Relax.

Matt could feel his ball’s drawing up tight, his toes began to curl, and his legs stiffened in pre-ejaculation tension.  And then .  .  .

AAAARRRGGHHHHH, OOOOOOGGGGNNNNHHHH! UUUHHHHNNNNN!

Matt pumped his nectar into Gary’s willing vessel.  Gary let his torpedoes fire at will, and again the two young studs were shot over the horizon and into the vast void of coital delight. 

As they were recovering from their second intense orgasm, the two lovers just lay in each other’s arms.  They didn’t mind the semen drying on their tense bodies that were still shaking after their ejaculations.  They didn’t mind that they had made a mess of the sheets.  They didn’t mind a single damn thing; they were too joyful that they had made love in the most intimate way. 

Gary started to laugh.

“Whatcha laughing at, sweetheart?” Matt asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Gary answered.  I was just wonderin’ why the hell we waited so long to do this?”

“Shut up and kiss me, love.  I’m in no mood for philosophy, or psychology, or anything else, except holding you and kissing you..” Matt said.

Their ejaculatory euphoria slowly subsiding, our two young friends fell asleep, dreaming of wonders past, wonders present, and wonderful times to come—together!

October 15

There was a big party at Jake and Sarah’s house that evening.  The paper work had been completed that meant Jake and Sarah had legally, officially, thoroughly, and livingly adopted Matt Jenkins, so that he would now be known as Matt Jenkins Fishbein.

All the “usual suspects” were there--Gary, Tom, and Joan Dixon, Al and Steve, and Pete and Joe.  In addition, Adele Pritchett from the Division of Social Services had been invited.  She had worked hard t get the adoption moving quickly.  Jack and Peggy Johnson, and Sally Johnson were there with Sally’s boyfriend.  Jack and Peggy had discussed the possibility that this boyfriend, an intern at Sinai Hospital, might become a brother-in-law.

There were other reasons for happiness that evening.  Matt and Gary were enrolled in the academic ‘B’ course at Baltimore’s City College, known as ‘The Castle in the Hill.’  (For those unfamiliar with Baltimore, City College was actually a high school. The B Course was like an advanced placement program.) Their grades were well above average.  There wasn’t much call for their lawn care business now, but the “Dufus Duo” had made some extra money singing at wedding receptions.

Jake and Sarah and Tom and Joan were pleased that Gary and Matt were happy, but they had made two strict, inflexible, rules: “No overnight visits except at weekends,” and “If the grades went down, the weekend visits would be curtailed.  [Readers: Isn’t that just like parents? Jeez! Gimme a break].

Another cause for the happy excitement was that Peggy’s time was just about due.  Indeed, Jack and Peggy didn’t go anywhere without Peggy’s suitcase in the back of the car.  Jack was not going to “pull a Desi.”

[All right, you younger readers, ‘back in the day,’ there was a television sit come, starring Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, actually married in real life.  In one famous episode, Lucy was about to have a baby, and Desi was perfectly calm, yes sir, perfectly calm was our Desi.  When Lucy said, “Dear, I think it’s time.” Desi calmly got up, called their neighbors, the Mertzes, picked up Lucy’s bag, and went off to the hospital, all perfectly calm, except .  .  .  he forgot to take Lucy!]

Dinner was over and everyone was sitting on the front porch (For an October evening, it was mild).  Conversation was about the adoption, about the boys’ schoolwork, and about the soon awaited arrival.

Jack was respectful, but cool toward his father.  He wasn’t angry, he just wasn’t sure how he felt about his father’s relationship with Steve.  Peggy tried to talk to him about his attitude, and if he had been hostile, she would have known what to say, but this hurt, confusion, was hard for her to tackle.

The visiting was interrupted by sounds from down the street, they could hear loud voices, and saw torchlights approaching. 

A group of people, lead by one man, was heading their way.  They recognized the leader as a Reverend Ted Braggat, who had been preaching at a series of “tent meeting” revivals in a nearby vacant field for the last week. They had seen his pictures in the paper and listened to some features about him on the local television station.

The minister or whatever he was as shouting, “Know the HOLY WORD OF GOD! My brothers and sisters, DRIVE SIN OUT.  DRIVE SIN OUT OF YOUR HEARTS.  DRIVE SIN AND PERVERSION OUT OF OUR CITY!  REPENT AND KNOW THE HOLY WORD OF GOD.”

The reverend and the crowd stopped in front of Jake and Sarah’s house.  Seeing the people on the porch, Reverend Braggat spoke, “Good evening.  Do you know the Christ? You, Sir, (pointing to Jake), do you believe that Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation?”

Jake didn’t answer at first, and Rev. Braggat asked again, “Are you a true believer in the HOLY WORD of God?”

Jake still didn’t answer and Sarah went into the house.

“Friend, do you know THE WORD OF GOD? ANSWER ME.’

Finally Jake spoke, “I know that Jesus was a wise and good man, who wanted people to love each other, but I am Jewish.  I do not follow your ways!”

“Listen, my flock.  We have a CHRIST KILLER among us.  Let’s show him what we think of him.” Braggat was almost foaming at the mouth at this point.

Suddenly, Matt stepped down the steps of the porch, and said in a loud voice, “Why, hello, Trucker John.  Do you remember me? I’m Matt.”

“No, young man, I do not recognize you.  Now let me finish my appointed task of bringing repentance and retribution to this CHRIST KILLER.”

Matt continued, “But Trucker John, don’t you remember? You were driving that big rig and I was hitching a ride, trying to get away from Chicago.  I was cold , tired, and hungry, and I asked if you would pay me if I let you .  .  .  if I let you use my body.”

”You, you SPAWN OF SATAN! How dare you lie about me? I preach the HOLY WORD.  I FOLLOW GOD’ S RULE TO RID THE WORLD OF SIN AND PEVERSION.  Now, get out of my way!”

“But Trucker John, you said you would pay me $50.00 if I would let you jerk me off, and if I would do the same to you,” Matt was shaking in anger and fear.  Now Gary, now everyone, his Mom and Dad, everyone, would know what a despicable creature he was, but he couldn’t let this charlatan get away with attacking Jake.  With attacking his Dad.  “And if you think I am lying, I’ll tell everyone here that you have two pitchforks tattooed on your butt cheeks.”

“LIAR, SPAWN OF SATAN! I’ll SHOW YOU.  I AM THE WORD OF GOD.  I AM THE LORD.  VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE,” Braggat foamed.

From the back of the crown, a voice said, “That’s right, young man.  My son Timmy told me that the Revvum wanted to play with his Willy, and the Revvum pulled down his pants, and Timmy saw those same tattoos.  I didn’t believe him because I thought he was just making up lies about a man of God.  I owe my son an apology, and I’ll be going down to police headquarters to file a complaint against this scum.”

“YOU LYING SON OF BITCH.  YOU HAVE TURNED EVERYONE AGAINST ME.  I’LL FIX YOU!”

Several things happened almost at the same time. 

Braggat moved towards Matt with his fists raised.  Al stepped between Braggat and Matt, and said, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size and age, you perverted scum? Picking on children! I have a good mind to  .  .  .  “

Braggat swung his fist and hit Al in the head.  Al went down, unconscious.  There was a small trickle of blood coming from his head. 

A tall burly man came from the crowd and tackled Braggat and brought him to the ground.  “No, you don’t you filthy bastard.  You’re not going anywhere.  I’ll teach you to pick on innocent kids.”

As Braggat fell, a stone dropped out of his hand.  “A stone.  He had a stone.  The filthy so and so couldn’t even fight fair,” someone said. 

At this point two police cars pulled up in front of the house, and out of each got two tall policemen. (Now we know why Sarah had gone into the house.)

“I’m Officer Taylor, and these are my fellow officers, Jones, Black, and Green.  We had a call about a disturbance at this address,” one of them said. 

Jake took charge.  “Officer, the man on the ground, who is being sat on, assaulted my friend here with a stone.  The gentleman sitting on him will probably want to file charges involving child molestation.”

“What about the other man on the ground, the one bleeding?”  Sally’s young gentleman came forward, examined Al, and said, “I’m Paul Smith, an intern at Sinai Hospital.  I think we’d better get an ambulance and get Mr. Johnson to the hospital.”

Officer Taylor said “Jones, you call the ambulance.  Black and Green, take the alleged perpetrator to the station and book him on charges of assault and battery,

Meanwhile, Jack was kneeling beside his Dad, with tears streaming down his face,.  “Dad, don’t die.  Dad, I love you.  Please don’t, don’t, die.  I love you., Peggy and Sally love you.  Steve loves you.  Just don’t die.”

Al opened his eyes and said, “Hello, Jack.  What are you doing here?  Have you been crying? Don’t cry.  It will be all right.” Then he closed his eyes again.

Steve went over and helped Jack up and held him in his arms.  “He’ll be all right, Jack.  He’ll be all right.  That’s right, just let it out.  Your dad knows you love him.  We all know you really love him.”

The ambulance arrived.  The emergency crew got out, talked to Officer Taylor, and then went to get a stretcher and came over, placed Al on the stretcher, covered him with a light blanket and placed a light covering on his open head wound, “OK, we’re going to get him to Sinai Hospital.  One family member can come in the ambulance.”

Jack straightened up and said, “I’m his son, but  I think Steve should go in the ambulance.  Steve is my Dad’s very good friend, and I know it will be Steve’s face he will want to see if…., when he comes to.”

Steve gave Jack a hug and said, “Thank you,” and got into the ambulance.  It pulled away with sirens blaring.

Peggy, who had been very quiet, came over to Jack, and said, “Sweetheart, I think it’s time, and I think we’d better get to the hospital quick.  Ooohh!”

Officer Taylor looked at Jack “Are you OK to drive, Sir?  I’m gonna give you and your wife a police escort to the hospital.  No, better yet, Jones will drive your car, and you can be in the back seat with your wife.”

So, for the second time that evening, sirens sliced the evening air.  The police car and Jack’s car sped away.

Everyone on the porch let out a sigh of relief.  Matt stood, his body shaking.  Adele Pritchett was the first to speak.  “Matt, what you did tonight was one of the bravest things I have ever seen.  I am sure your new parents are proud of you.  I know your friends are also proud of you. I know that I am proud of you, and I hope you will count me as a friend.  I’ll say good night.  Sarah. let me know how things go at the hospital.”

“I will, Adele.  Thank you for everything,” Sarah said.

Jake went to Matt and said,” Matt, I am proud of you too.  Why did you risk    exposing yourself to that angry mob?”

“Because,” Matt said, “I didn’t want them to hurt you, Ja----.  I didn’t want them to hurt you, Dad, DAD!” Matt started into the house.

Gary turned to his parents.  “I know about your inflexible rule that cannot be broken,” but I’m staying here with Matt tonight, a week night, whether you like it or not!”

“Of course you are, son, we wouldn’t expect less of you,” said Tom. Sarah hugged Gary, and said “Go to him, now, Gary.  We’ll see you in the morning.  Oh, and by the way, youngster, have you forgotten that this is Teachers Convention.  There is no school for the rest of the week.”

Gary started after Matt, and said “Come on, partner, let’s go talk.”  The two guys went in the house.

Tom and Joan said good night to Jake and Sarah.  “You know Sarah, we really did try to bring him up right, and ask permission before he invited himself to spend the night,” Joan said half smilingly, and half tearfully.

“Don’t worry, Joan,” said Jake.  “I’ll just go out and forage for a couple more eggs, so we’ll have enough for breakfast.  Of course he’s welcome to stay.  And what DAD would refuse to let his SON’s friend stay over.”

Tom and Joan drove off.

Jake hugged Sarah, and said, “I think we need to get to bed.  It’s been quite a day.  But before we go in, let me just say, again, Sarah Kahn Fishbein, I love you!”

“And I stubbornly refuse to stop loving you,” Sarah replied.

In Matt’s bedroom, Matt was sitting on his bed, eyes downcast.  “What’s wrong, Matt?’ Gary asked.

I think you must despise me for what I did in that other life.”

“Matt, you did what you had to do in order to survive.  You didn’t sell yourself to anybody for love, but to survive.  TO SURVIVE, DAMN IT! Who knows what I might have done if I had been in your situation?  If I had done something like what you experienced, would you despise me?”

“Of course not, Gary.  I love you.”

“Well, dufus, has it escaped your pea brain that I love you? Now, we are in your room.  It’s getting late.  I think we should get ready for bed, and I just want to hold you.  This has been an emotional evening, and if all we do is hold each other and I get to tell you how much I love you, and we just go to sleep in each other’s arms, that’s fine.  Now, please kiss me.”

Matt raised his head, looked at Gary, and began to smile.  “I love you, too, Dufus No.  2.”

At the hospital, a little later that night, Jack was in Peggy’s room.  There were two baby bassinets beside her bed, each holding a healthy 7 lb, 10 oz.  bundle of male joy. 

“How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” Jack asked his wife.

“Oh, a little woozy, like I have been through the wringer, but all in all, very happy,” Peggy answered.  “And how about you?”

Jack replied, “Oh, a little woozy also, like I have been through the wringer, but all in all, very happy, especially now that Steve told me in the waiting room that Dad is fully conscious.  They put a stitch in to close his wound, and they want to keep him overnight to check for signs of a concussion.”

“Look, honey, Steve said he was going to try to get permission to bring Dad in a wheel chair to see his grandsons, but before they get here, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“You don’t have to say anymore.  I know that you and your Dad are going to be all right,” Peggy said sleepily.

“It’s not about that, Honey.  It’s about the twins’ names.”

“What about them? We’re naming one of them Al, for your Dad, and the other one Hank, after my great uncle.”

“Well, that’s just it, Dear.” Jack whispered something into his wife’s ear. 

“Now I know why I married you, you big lug! Not because of your charming smile, not because of your sexy body, but because of your loving heart.  Actually, Jack, I was thinking the same thing.”

There was a tap at the door, and a nurse entered pushing a wheel chair with Al in it. Steve followed.

“We’ll stay just a few minutes to see the babies.  Mr. Steven said if his friend didn’t get to see his grandsons, he might worry himself into a snit.  Or into something,” Nurse said, laughing.

Peggy said, “Thank you nurse.  Dad, Steve, we would like to present our two sons.  In this bassinet, we have Albert Thomas Johnson.  Would you like to hold him for just a minute.”

“I sure would,” said Al, grinning. “Give him to me, “

Jack announced, “And in this bassinet, we have Steven Green Johnson.  Grandpa Steve, would you like to hold your grandson?”

Both Al and Steve were so moved that they were at a loss for words.

After a bit of throat clearing.  Steve asked, “Are we all friends, then?”

“Absolutely NOT!” said Jack.  “We are all FAMILY!”

The End, or Is It?

Feedback always welcome:        As usual thanks to DD and E for their excellent suggestions (and proofreading).

Author’s Note:

Coming to the end of a story can be difficult.  I started this story with only six main characters.  Gary Dixon did not appear until Steve took Matt to get some clothes.  Jake Fishbein appeared almost out of nowhere.  Four of the characters appeared in earlier stories of mine.  Perhaps some of the characters in these chapters will appear at a later date. 

Not only am I grateful to DD and E Walk for pointing out my numerous errors, but I also appreciate the words of encouragement I received from Jonathan, Chet, Jamie, Terry, DD and Ed, and my friend who wishes to be anonymous.  Hugs and LOL to all of you.  1,2,3.

Posted: 09/21/07