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WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.
"Cool Dude" (Originally posted under title "Scott")
by Mikey Mark
My buddy Scott is the coolest dude I ever met in my life. The first time I laid eyes on his sleek form was when we were all standing together in the big auditorium on our first day at high school. Some nameless vice-principal was reading off instructions about where to go and what to do and there he was, standing there leaning up against the wall, ignoring it all.
He was slouched there, rather provocatively I might add, with one hand on his hip and his legs crossed. His natural flaxen hair was worn long, but not to his shoulders, and being parted in the center, hung down on either side of his face and curved in towards his chin. He looked seriously cool wearing several layers of mix-matched T-shirts, a big over-sized jean jacket and a pair of equally over-sized blue jeans, worn loose and low slung on the hips, precariously held up by a thick black leather belt. On his wrist was a big thick sports watch and the other arm was adorned with a couple of weaved 'friendship' ties.
The whole look was sorta casual and cool, seen it all before. I felt my head spin as I tried to stare at him and yet tried not to be noticed. The tinny amplified voice of the VP was calling out names and students were getting and going out the far door with a teacher to go to their homeroom and pickup their computer generated timetables. I prayed that his lastname began with a letter before mine so I could find out his name.
Pleased with my ingenuity, I concentrated on the names and watching him to see when he first started to move. I need not have bothered because just as I was about to be resigned to the failure of my plan and my name approached ever so near. To my extraordinary delight and pleasure, just as I got up in response to the calling of my name, I found myself following him out towards the auditorium door.
Once outside in the corridor, some old lady introduced herself and told us to follow her. A couple of the keener students were hovering close to the old bag and most of the guys hung towards the back of the pack as she headed towards our homeroom. I was pacing myself very carefully to stay right behind him where I could keep my eyes on him. He was no taller than I, in fact maybe an inch shorter, although I would certainly guess him to be more than a few pounds lighter built. Once we were inside the classroom, my diligence and careful maneuvering enabled me to take the desk right beside him very casually.
I waited a moment to gage his reactions, but as the few opportunities for a quick word of exchange or introduction passed by without so much as a peep out of him, I had to do something lest the whole opportunity be wasted.
"So how's it goin' dude?"
He didn't say a word, but he did shrug his shoulders and give me a friendly smile. After a few minutes, my barb had its desired effect and he took the next break and shuffle in the action to catch my attention and with a nod pointed towards the well-developed girl who sat in front of him. I leaned forward and had a look and as she was leaning forward, you could see the top of her panties just inside the back of her jeans.
I had known I was gay since I was like ten years old, and the sight of the girl's exposed panty elastic waistband didn't do anything for me. Now if it was a guy he was pointing at I might of popped a boner right there, but instead I easily slipped into the habit of covering myself with a faked but excited 'sexy' grin, complete with flashing eyebrows.
My expression was returned by him with a wide and wicked grin that showed off all of his perfect pearly white teeth and lit up those dimples. His eyes were the brightest blue, while his peaches & cream complexion was totally without a blemish.
As my last name immediately followed upon his, I got up to follow him yet again up to the teacher's desk to get my timetable. Coming back to my desk, I was able to take a good long look at Scott Meuller because he was studying his timetable intently, as was the rest of the class. The rest were staring at the teacher at such an anxious moment.
I sat down and looked over my schedule for the whole school year. After the teacher handed out all the timetables she refused to answer any questions at all before she took up here chalk and started to write on the blackboard as she explained how to read the computerized listing that was printed on our timetables.
Scott took that moment to show me his timetable and asked to see mine. This was truly a mark of friendship and I accepted the gesture. My luck was on a roll as I quickly ascertained that we had FIVE classes together, but alas, not gym! I handed his back to him and we sat there nodding our heads at each other as we each pointed out the classes we shared.
When we finally got out of that classroom and got to go home early, I again found myself stalking the extraordinary beauty of Scott as we shuffled noisily out of the classroom. Once we were clear of the doorway bottleneck, I turned and asked Scott if he by any chance knew where a washroom was. He looked dumb for a moment, then said no, but he did have to go so it might be good idea to go find one. This was of course my plan and I was again pleased how well things were turning out so quickly.
It wasn't difficult to find the boy's washroom and with a rising level of excitement, I followed Scott inside. To my extreme disappointment, Scott ignored the long bank of unused urinals and headed straight for a stall and closed the door. I could hear his piss splashing in the toilet as he was obviously standing and we were the only two in there. I didn't really need to go all that bad and stood there waiting for him to finish before I turned away from the urinal.
I gave him the opportunity to see me flick the last few drips from my dick as I put it away, but it was to no avail as he was bent over the sink and washing his hands. Grudgingly, with my adolescent desire to see his dick thwarted, I joined him at the sink and then headed out.
Once outside, I still hung with him and found myself following him to the bike rack which is where I was heading. Sure enough, our bicycles were locked up about twelve feet apart and we continued chatting together about nothing and everything. We both mounted up at the same time and I admired the sight of him on his obviously more expensive mountain bike.
"Nice bike"
"Thanks dude...we oughta go riding together sometime"
"Sounds great"
"Okay...take it easy"
"Later"
And with that, Scott rode off in the opposite direction as I had to go. My heart was pumping as I made it home in record time although I don't remember trying.
The next few days and weeks were pure paradise. Everyday began with me sitting beside Scott in homeroom and then I had him in five classes, of which I sat beside him in three of them, near him in the fourth. I would time myself to meet him at the bike racks before school and lingered with him afterwards. Gradually we became good friends as we discovered that we shared the same taste in music groups, sport teams, TV shows and horror movies, among other many other things. We even asked each other what our favorite color was as that always seemed to be important (his was purple, mine was black).
Sometime around the end of September we exchanged telephone numbers and we went bike riding at the nearby wooded ravine on a sunny Saturday in early October. By November, we were buddies and spending time together every weekend. I was going INSANE with desire for him, but he always seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that he was unbelievably cute.
Whenever we went to a movie together, both of us would buy a LARGE soda pop and by the end of the movie we would both have to seriously take a piss along with a lot of other guys. No matter what though, Scott ALWAYS waited for a stall to piss in. It drove me nuts as I could think of no other way to see his dick and the very thought not seeing it was driving me crazy. I wondered what he did in gym class as its pretty hard to hide in a big shower room.
Scott didn't seem to be all that shy in other ways so I figured that he maybe he had a small cock. It wouldn't matter to me one bit if he did though. Scott was one serious hot, young dude and my best friend. I wanted to touch his cock so bad it hurt! Big or small, as long as it works! But Scott's ability to defy me from seeing his cock seemed to have no limits.
In the middle of the winter, on a boring Sunday afternoon, I suggested to Scott that it would be really cool to go swimming at an indoor pool. It took a few minutes, but I talked him into it. We were at my place and so I just grabbed my swimsuit and a towel and threw them into a bag and we headed out the door. At Scott's place I waited just inside the backdoor as he went upstairs to get his stuff. It didn't take him very long and he excused himself by saying he couldn't find his bathing suit since he hadn't worn it since the summer.
Just outside his place we hopped on a bus and ten minutes later we're standing inside the changeroom at a large public indoor pool. As I proudly stripped down and displayed myself for him, I was astonished to find that after peeling off his usual many layers of T-shirts and his all too baggy pants, Scott was standing there in a typically baggy pair of surfer-style trunks. Again I was thwarted, but I knew he had to take those off after swimming and satisfied myself with the fine view of his lean and smooth torso and slim muscular legs. Considering it was the middle of winter, his fair skin coloring was almost pale and totally devoid of any tan. I was always proud of the way my skin tanned so easily and kept an almost permanent tanline around my butt, just fading away as spring arrives to restore it.
We had a riot in the swimming pool and spent about an hour doing dives on the spring-board or from the high platform. Even soaking wet, the baggy nylon fabric of his dark colored shorts didn't show much of his bulge while we stood shivering beside each other on the diving platform waiting our turn. Admittedly, cold water is not the best thing for crotch watching.
After we had enough of the cold water and chlorine for one day, we got out and headed back to the change-rooms. Scott headed straight for the showers without removing his suit so I did the same. The shower washed the chlorine out of our hair and when we got out we had a sauna. I had wanted to go naked in the sauna, but since Scott was leading the way and he wasn't, I figured to just keep my mouth shut and try not to ruin it.
After the sauna, Scott actually managed to dry himself off and strip out of his wet swimming trunks and into a pair of baggy boxers with only allowing me a ten second peek at his naked white butt. Admittedly it was a seriously cute butt, and I really would have liked a peak at his dick. I suppose it was only natural. What I really wanted to do was suck his cock, but to do that, I had to touch his cock, and to do that, I had to be able to see it!. It was just a series of steps in my mind and thus I was concentrating on step one, expecting that each step had to be taken one at a time and in order.
To my utter dismay though, Scott Meuller was proving to be an extraordinary elusive quarry. With some resignation, although not without some pleasure as well, I dressed myself as slowly and as casually as I could, all the while giving Scott the view of my privates that I wished he would allow me. I did have the satisfaction of catching Scott peaking at my 'privates' though. I knew he had to look. Straight or gay, it seems that boys just have to look at other boys naked, to check them out and see how they measure up, so to speak.
So that was the story of my lust for Scott. We were buddies and I lusted for him. I wanted him so badly I could just taste it. Whenever possible, I was with him. If I couldn't see him, I would spend hours daydreaming about him and masturbate my cock until it was raw and painful. Such is the life of a gay adolescent in love.
By the time spring came around, Scott and I were best buddies and spending a lot of time together. Summer was approaching and he said that maybe I could come up to his family's cottage sometime during the summer and we could go mountain biking in the backwoods. I told him that this would be fantastic as I relished the opportunity to sleep with him at this cottage!
When the weather finally warmed up, I found myself sitting out on the patio behind Scott's house. We were talking about nothing really, but when he bent over to pick something up, I could not help but notice that the elastic waistband of his underwear was clearly visible above his belt.
In a moment of inspiration, I blurted out, "Hey buddy, I thought you were a boxer-dude but I looks like you've switched to briefs". That brought a brilliant blush to Scott's face as he squirmed uncomfortably.
"Yeah, well, what is there to choose? Sometimes I wear both"
"You what?"
"What?"
"You said sometimes you wear both, meaning you will wear a pair of boxer shorts AND a pair of briefs and you don't think that's unusual?". I was astounded and fascinated by him.
"Yeah...why?...what's the problem? So I like to feel warm and comfortable, what's wrong with that?"
It was good answer and I needed to cover myself, yet I still wanted to push the subject further as it was all very interesting to me. "I dunno...it just seems strange, that's all" and after a momentary pause for effect, "Hell, I have a hard time deciding whether I should wear anything at all when the weather is warm as this!".
"Really? Are you kidding? You think I'm weird by wearing two pairs of underwear when you actually would go around WITHOUT any underwear at all?"
To this, I could only match his earlier response with my own "Yeah...why not? What's the problem with wearing no underwear and going 'FREEBALLING?" I asked him, almost goading the conversation further along these forbidden lines.
"To each his own I guess. For me though, I prefer the 'support' from the briefs or a jockstrap, but I also really like the style and look of boxers and that's that. As for you going around without underwear, don't you consider that to be a bit too...I don't know, but you know what I mean?"
He had a wonderful way of screwing up his face when he asked certain types of questions, as if he half suspected the answer and was afraid to have it confirmed. I felt bold and the blood rushed to my head and I replied, "I think I know what you mean, but if that's the case, I'd have to say, what's the matter with other people seeing that I got something between my legs? I am a guy after all and I AM young and horny and freeballing feels good!"
"Yeah? I'll bet you jerk off a lot don't you?"
"WHAT?" I attempted to feign surprise at this question but my guilt was clearly written on my face. This conversation was getting seriously out of hand and terribly exciting.
"Well? Do you or don't you?"
"Well, if you put it that way, I suppose I do, so what, don't YOU?"
"Maybe, maybe not, certainly not as often you do MR YOUNG & HORNY!"
"FUCKOFF MR WARM & COSY BALLS!"
With that, we were rolling in the grass and wrestling. Although we had both grown an inch or two since we first met, we were still fairly evenly matched in height now being five foot nine or so, but I still had about fifteen pounds on him. Nevertheless, he was slim, sleek and wiry-strong and knowing all the right moves, he was able to hold off my strength and weight advantage.
We wrestled around until we were both breathing heavily. I was beginning to get very excited by having Scott pressed so forcefully against me and we needed to take a break. As we laid there on the grass about three feet apart my dick rose to full attention.
"Now you can see why I wear TWO pairs of underwear!"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean Mr Young & Horny! Like you haven't noticed Mr Happy in your lap?"
We both broke out laughing at this. I was delighted that he had noticed my erection and although I was embarrassed and very nervous, I was desperate to see where this conversation might lead to. I could still see the waistband of his briefs exposed above the line of his jeans and it inspired my next question.
"You mean that you wear two pairs of underwear to prevent getting erections?"
"No...nothing seems to prevent getting them! I just do it to hide them when I do get them."
"Do you have one right now?" I really wanted to know this, and if we were from another culture or another time, I might have just reached out and groped him to find out. Instead, like an idiot, I asked him.
"What's it to you if I do?"
I felt the moment was there and it was now or never. "I show you mine if you show me yours". It was a stupid and childlike thing to say, but it was out before I could stop it as it was what I wanted very bady.
To my utter surprise and long anguished delight, Scott said "Yeah? You wanna?" and accented it with one eye squinting and his head tilted to one side which was the look he gave you when he was really considering something seriously like a dare or making some audacious plan to steal some liquor.
Eager to push him over the edge, I said, "Why the fuck not? We're buddies and what's a couple of boners between best friends?".
"We CAN'T, like just, whip out our fucking dicks right here!"
I could tell by the expression on his face that he seemed to be as excited as I was although I still couldn't see any sign of it amongst the folds of his jeans, as always. We were sitting on the patio in his backyard in the middle of a sunny summer afternoon. I looked around to scout the bushes and Scott, following my gaze started to protest immediately. Then my eyes landed on the back of the garage beside the house and then locked on Scott's as we felt the possibilities stir in our loins.
I was up first but let Scott go ahead as it was his house. Instead of lifting the loud garage door we went inside the smaller back door and in the gloomy darkness with only a single ray of dusty light coming in through a small narrow window at the peak of the rafters. There was a big motor boat mounted on a trailer inside and we squeezed in behind it so that we wouldn't be immediately visible from either door.
It was like I was nine years old again, except this time I was fifteen, standing there with my best buddy, hiding in the dark and pulling down our zippers. Before pulling out my dick though I looked over at Scott and noticed he hadn't moved. When I stopped he said, "Go on, you suggested it, you go first"
I couldn't argue with him and I dared not spoil anything. Eager to set a good example, I flipped the button on the top of my cut-off jean shorts and with my zipper already down, my shorts fell open and down to my ankles. Without any underwear, my six inch boner was standing at full attention at a forty-five degree angle and hard as iron. I had a nice dick and I was proud of it. It wasn't large by any means, but it was thicker than most and thus big enough for my needs. My balls were similarly proportional to my dick being decently sized, but nothing to write home about. I stood there, totally exposing myself to him and waited for him to say something.
"Wow, man! That looks cool!"
"Really? You think my boner looks cool?"
"Yeah"
"Ohhhhhh Wow!" Scott's hand had reached out and grabbed hold of my cock. I couldn't believe that Scott was making a move! Up until then I had been making all the moves. Now he was slowly jerking me off and I was about to blow my mind as well as an incredible load!
"Oh Scott, that feels fucking fantastic!"
"It does? That's good...it's supposed to."
That cracked me up and it felt really weird to be laughing like that while the biggest orgasm of my life was building up inside me. I had to hold the wall for support and Scott increased his the rhythm of his expert hand-job to match the rate of my breathing.
"Oh Scott, man, you're makin me gonna cum! Oh my god! Its cuming!"
I suppose these were perfectly useless things to say because I was shaking and hyper-ventilating and whimpering and moaning something bad and the orgasm that erupted from the depth of my soul shouldn't have surprised anybody who might have been nearby, let alone the guy who was whacking on my bone!
"Holy shit, Joe, you shoot alot of juice when you cum, don't ya?"
My head was still spinning with the afterglow of my orgasm and I was just laying there, overcome with the pleasure of the experience.
"Did you like that Joe? Are you gonna do me now?"
Hearing those words snapped me back to reality and I looked at Scott standing eye level to me and cuter and sexier than ever. I swallowed hard to get some saliva going in my mouth and a smile spread across my face as Scott started undoing his belt. Once his belt was undone and his zipper opened up, he started pulling down the front of his boxers, but since we had gone that far I threw caution to the wind and yanked his jeans down to his ankles and then did the same with his boxer shorts. I wanted to suck his dick so bad and now that it was so close I had to rip the package open like a kid on christmas morning.
Looking up at him standing there in just his white cotton briefs I just about lost it. He had hooked both thumbs inside the elastic waistband at the front and was just beginning to expose his cock and I could see some of his golden pubes poking out. The bulge in those briefs was seriously fucking impressive and wiped out any thought of him having a small cock. I was down on one knee from pulling his boxers down so I just reached up and just grabbed those cotton briefs and pulled them right down to his knees.
Despite the suggestive size of the bulge in his briefs, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of Scott standing there naked with eight and a half fucking inches of hard cock! That thing was magnificent and was only inches from my face. All this time we had been buddies and now I found out that my best buddy, happened to be packing a fucking cock between his legs that would do justice to a horse! And those balls? They were EGG-sized and hung down freely a good five inches.
In absolute awe of his cock, I reached out with one hand to grab its massiveness and with the other I caressed his huge swollen balls.
"Ohhhhhhh"
Scott's voice was almost a falsetto but then he went silent while I slowly worked his cock and tickled his balls. Eventually I had to abandon his balls and use two hands on him as his big spongy dick kept flopping around on me. It was obviously erect, but it wasn't quite hard and could still be easily bent and would squeeze nicely with my grip. If I wasn't holding it up, despite its hardness, it would still point down towards the floor. Copying my own favored hand positions with one hand planted firmly at the base and using the other to stroke it's magnificent length, it came to life and small sounds would slip out of Scott.
In my selfishness I slowed my jerking motion so I could measure him with my hands. Putting one hand around the shaft at the base and the other along the shaft next to it and the whole head of his dick was still sticking out beyond my fist as well as some of the shaft. I'd have guessed him for a solid eight and a half inches and it was so thick that I couldn't touch my finger to my thumb with a fist grip on his dick. There was a good half inch of cock left between them! With my saliva slicked hands, I had Scott moaning out loud and shaking like crazy. His hands had drifted up to touch my hair as I beat furiously upon his cock until my arms were sore and tired from the exertion.
"I'm gonna cum!"
I had been waiting for it and as I was kneeling in front of him. I was jacking him upwards, but as he said that I brought his cock down a bit until it was aimed right at my face. No sooner was I looking right at it in front of my nose when the first glob of his cum splattered right in my eyes and I had to close them. I didn't stop though. With my eyes closed I just kept jerking away on his dick and his cum continued to splash upon me.
"Oh fuck Buddy, ya gotta stop, I ain't got no more to shoot!
With that I stopped playing with his cock and wiped the cum from my eyes. I was a real mess with his cum all over me but I didn't care. His hugeness just hung there limply as I looked up at his face.
He was even more beautiful than I had ever seen him before. I wanted to stand up and kiss him, but I dared not as I didn't want to smear him with his own cum!
"You're a freakin' mess!"
That cracked us both up and we scavenged about for an old rag to wipe up the mess. Once we had our clothes back in the right places and all zipped up, we slipped out the way we came and back out into the sunshine and the patio.
"That was seriously cool"
"You're telling me?"
"Yeah, I just wanted you to know I thought that was fun"
"Oh Scott man, that was the GREATEST thing I've ever done"
"Yeah, well, maybe we can do it again up my cottage this summer when we go mountain biking?"
"Sounds good to me!"
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