FIELD OF DREAMS
The two ran through the high grass enjoying how the blades bounced on their bare legs, the sun's heat and the summer's morning air filled their gasping lungs.
"Over by the trees" Danny yelled as he increased his speed to a full sprint.
Clint laughed and kicked to race his friend. They had grabbed food from the kitchen and ran out before his Mother asked where they were going.
It was summer. The usual rules were abandoned. He could go where he wanted when he wanted. His mother was used to Danny and him going and coming without announcement or information. The two boys had been chums since childhood.
Now with only months left at home, she seemed to give him more freedom then before. After all he had graduated from high school and in a short time would be piling his belongings into the old Volkswagen his sister gave him and leaving home for a life without parents.
But she still saw him as a boy and in fact he was.
"Come on" Danny said without details that morning when he yanked the bedding off his friend. As usual Clint was naked.
"Nice wood, save it for later" Danny laughed seeing his friend erect as usual in the mornings.
Clint raced to the bathroom and returned. Danny had already pulled his school books out of the neglected backpack. "We need food" he said.
Clint pulled on a tee shirt shorts and shoes while Danny was already trotting down stairs. He heard his friend greet his Mother and her familiar chatter.
By the time Clint arrived, Danny was pulling out cans of pop and his mother was making her famous mini subs for the boys.
"Where are you two..." She began but the sight of the boy butts going out the door told her it was useless. She wondered what she would do when the two were no longer around.
Danny bent over by the tree. He had won the race and was panting like an animal not used to racing. Clint arrived and yelled "no fair no fair".
They weren't two young men nearly 18 and about to go to college where life would take over whatever plan they had presumed to have.
Today they were the little boys they always were together, laughing, joking, ranting, comparing genitals and muscles and wondering about answerless questions. The meaning of life, existence of god, what is love, why were girls different, what will Apple think up next, why this and that...filled evenings and overnight hours.
Neither found any answers but solace in the fact that they both didn't know them.
"Give me a cola" Danny said making Clint pull off his backpack and dig for the requested drink.
Danny had already shouldered out of his backpack and pulled out a blanket spreading it out under the sun's rays.
"Shit man we're gonna get wasted" he waved a joint. "Doin nothin but..." he stopped.
Clint flopped on the blanket and waited for Danny to light the joint.
Danny pulled his side slit sleeveless sweatshirt off. Clint always liked the sight of his friend shirtless. He didn't know why early in his teens but he resolved that question as time went on.
Danny knew, Clint told him during one of their sleepover midnight discussions.
"Cool" Danny had said. Clint remembered that comment and the way Danny said it or at least the way he interpreted it.
"No problem, you're still ok, we're still friends,..." And other subtext seemed to be expressed in the way he said it then.
Clint mimicked Danny's actions pulling his own tee shirt off and unbuttoning his denim shorts to relax and give him room to be erect. He could feel the blood rushing to his penis despite the energy draining run through the fields.
Danny lay on the blanket and unbuttoned his own shorts pushing them down low enough to reveal the top of his black pubic hairline.
"There" he said as he lit the joint.
Clint had seen the thick patch of pubic hair many times even comparing them to his own reddish curly hairs when both began to appear during the days of early puberty.
Seeing Danny naked often had been part of their friendship as well. Both had wrestled bareass, danced like hedonistic partners, streaked the schoolyard and most recently skinny dipped during the midnight graduation party with their schoolmates.
Danny didn't seem to mind Clint watching him even laughing at the erections he displayed doing it.
"We got all day" he stretched his hand so Clint could take the joint and inhale until the concerns about the future didn't matter anymore.
"Shit this is gonna be a special day" Danny said turning his head to Clint "whatever happens happens" he smiled.
"Still goin to Cherry Hill?" Clint asked.
"Yea you to State?" Danny said after another inhale and exhale.
"Yea, we only have this summer" Clint said the words and said a lot more though not in words.
Propping himself on his shoulder Clint took the blade of grass from nearby and put it in his teeth.
"Why there?"
"You already know that. Dad went there, Granddad went there...sooooo"
Clint moved the blade of grass to Danny's bare chest, moving it around the mounds of pectorals and to the tip of each nipple. He assumed Danny would push it away.
"Feels good" Danny said instead.
Clint didn't speak. He was intent on tracing the body he thought about when he masturbated often. At first it scared him when he felt his own body and thought about Danny. That seems like eons ago.
Eventually his brain envisioned other men and boys. As his body got closer to orgasm, it was Danny's image or memory of touching; wrestling that took him to the explosive conclusion.
Clint got used to it and relished each time. As years passed, his self gratification was shared as the two boys watched each other do what testosterone driven boys do...again and again.
The blade of grass moved down the center of Danny's flat smooth stomach. He sighed.
Clint moved it over each rib on the boy's rib cage as if memorizing each move and wished he was brave enough to use his fingers instead.
Danny suddenly moved turning over and pushing his shorts down far enough to half cover his round firm buttocks.
"Don't stop" he said
Clint giggled. The blade of grass touched the boy's shoulders.
"Use your hands" Danny mumbled into his folded arms and added "fingers"
Clint's cock, already erect throbbed. This was going to be a special day indeed.
The boys were never hesitant to touch each other; hug and even cheek kiss over the years. But this was different, quiet, pleasure giving and getting.
Clint's finger trembled as he lightly touched the backbone of his friend. Danny sighed as the finger first touched him. It had begun the way he hoped.
Clint sat up to see the ribs, muscles and spinal column his fingers were going to memorize in a different way.
There would be many nights and mornings ahead when he'd need these memories to help him through morning wood and night time orgasms. There might be others to help him, he knew but this was different, this was special.
The spinal column path moved between the smooth mounds of muscle that helped Danny run so fast.
Clint's finger moved between them and over the tops of each.
Danny reached and pulled the shorts further down. "Off" he said
Cling moved the cloth down the thighs, over the calf's and off the feet of his friend.
He was now naked, face down and waiting.
Clint used fingers on both hands now to slide over Danny's buttocks and moved down his thighs.
Danny moved his hands under him and then lay flat again.
Clint saw the boys erect cock sticking down between his legs; the expanded underside of his cockhead looked moist.
Clint moved a finger to it and then back up to Danny's butt crack until it moved across the boy's hole.
"Use spit" Danny instructed.
Clint was excited. He wasn't sure what Danny wanted but after he licked his finger found it made Danny moan when he played with the boy's butthole.
"Shit" Clint said "You're horny as hell"
"Yea" Danny said
It wasn't Danny's one word agreement that urged him on. The sight of the tightly puckered asshole opening startled Clint. His finger moved to it and slowly inside.
He wanted to learn everything about his friend that they had never dared to share before. He was warm inside. The flesh there was soft.
Clint knew where his finger was and felt the hard gland. He moved over it again and again.
"Don't make me cum" Danny said "not yet"
Clint knew he wanted the day to take as long as possible and hoped that the departing sun would leave the night warm enough for them to stay where they were and repeat whatever they wanted as often as their minds and bodies were willing.
"Nice" Clint said as his one finger moved knuckle deep and his other hand's fingers moved over the visible cockhead.
"God we waited too long" Danny said
Clint agreed but said nothing intent on making his friend experience the same feelings he had had for years and the pleasures only fantasies had provided before.
"Hold on" Danny interrupted Clint's trance. He watched his naked friend turn over revealing his erection in full view as he did so. He lay back down and closed his eyes.
He was giving himself to Clint. Clint didn't know what to do or not to do. He stared at the smooth chest, stomach, hips and ball sack. The hard cock lay on Danny's stomach with a puddle of wetness under the head.
Danny opening his eyes to a squint. As if reading the mind of his friend he smiled, "use your fingers first, just like my back" he closed his eyes again "take your time".
There was much to memorize. Clint's fingers moved over the face, the one he had seen for days, nights and years. He realized he had never touched it before; not this way.
The bone covered skin revealed its shape as he moved over the forehead, the cheek bones, the nose, lips, chip and jawbone.
Clint bent forward and kissed the lips. Danny didn't kiss back. It didn't matter. Clint was happy to feel the pink flesh with his lips. He kissed the jaw, cheeks and nose.
"Fingers" Danny reminded him.
Clint pulled back. This was as much for Danny as him. He wanted to help Danny enjoy this as much as he would. Perhaps his friend had imagined this very day, the light touching as he masturbated.
He watched the boys cock twitch and throb as his fingers moved down the neck to the clavicle and over each shoulder.
Clint's fingers moved where the blade of grass had traveled earlier and concentrated on the nerve endings in his finger so each bit of skin and its unique shape would be mentally recorded.
He pulled each nipple, already erect and giggled. His fingers moved over each mound of pectoral muscle and down each rib cage. How much he wanted the journey to end so he could fondle the boy's sexual organs.
But Clint took his time. They had all day, Danny had reminded him. And this was only the beginning Clint hoped.
The cock was waiting. It jumped as the fingers outlined its shape and length. Its piss slit emitted precum as Clint traced the same of the helmet shaped cockhead.
It was the same as his. They had compared them before hypothesizing that they had the same Dad.
"No I've seen your Dad's cock, it's different." Danny surprised him one day when they were wondering.
The boys had skinny dipped with friends and fathers once. They were too young to be stimulated by the event or any sights there. But Danny had remembered.
Clint held the ball sac. He had never touched anyone's but his own. It felt warm, vibrant and moved on its own. He held it like treasured breakable orbs, and then bent over to kiss and lick them.
Danny didn't stop him this time. He licked more and let his tongue move upwards to the waiting flesh stalk. Danny moaned and mumbled as he engulfed the cock head with his mouth.
Clint felt his down still covered erection oozing fluids as he did so.
"Ok your turn" Danny sat up and moved his cock away from Clint's warm welcoming mouth.
Clint stood to drop his shorts. Instead Danny reached and unzipped the fly and pulled the cloth down his legs. Clint stepped out of them.
"Front or back?" he asked.
"On your back, I want to save the best for last" Danny smiled. His hand played with his own cock.
Clint lay down and closed his eyes. He wanted to feel Danny in so many ways. He shook with a tremble as his friend straddled him. His cock could feel the boy's buttocks as he sat back.
"Don't you dare" Danny said "not yet"
His fingers moved down the sides of Clint's arms and over to his stomach, then moved upwards around his chest. The fingers teased each nipple simultaneously.
Clint moaned to let him know how it felt.
"We'll come back to that" Danny said as his fingers moved up Clint's neck and over his face.
He cupped Clint's face with his hands and held it for a few moments. Then Clint felt the boy's lips against his. The kiss not only lasted but Clint felt the soft tongue part his lips as it entered his mouth.
He touched Danny's bare legs wanting to pull him tight and devour his kiss.
"We will" Danny said moving the boy's hands away. "First you, then us" he said as the hands moved all over Clint's face. He moved his body lower and lower as the hands traced the body, ribs, muscles, thighs, feet and then his fingers traced around Clint's ball sac and cock.
Clint almost orgasmed repeatedly. He clenched to stop it. He could have tried to think of something else, but that was both impossible and undesirable.
He felt the warmth as Danny's tongue lapped as his smooth ball sac. Clint kept them shaven smooth. He liked the feeling and now he liked it even more.
"You shave?" Danny had stared when he came into Clint's bedroom once. The boy was shaving his crotch.
"Yea, like it smooth." He said
"Girls won't" Danny said "they like hairy men" he replied with bravado as if some girls had told him this bit of news.
"I don't shave every thing" Clint said showing his triangle shaped pubic hair "just keep it trimmed and these babies smooth" he held up his balls stretching them to show his friend.
"Nice" he heard himself say as Danny licked his balls and moved to his cock. Like Danny's it lay on his stomach. Danny moved his hand underneath and licked the sides, length and tip seeming to lap the precum wetness from both the cock head and his stomach.
"Turn over" Danny said quietly. He left his hand on Clint's body as he obeyed.
"Nice" Danny said. He had seen his friends back and buttocks over the years. But here, in the summer sun and shade it was different. He had things he wanted to do and had wanted for years.
"We're not queer, just friends" Danny said kissing Clint on the morning of his fifteenth birthday. "Nice tent" he added squeezing the tented sheet.
"Nice ass" he said now as his hands moved over Clint's smooth back and down his sides to the two round buttocks.
He pulled them apart and then did what Clint had never imagined. The warmth of his tongue moved across his butthole.
"Ohhhh gad" Clint lifted his head in response to this unknown pleasure.
Danny's tongue moved over the puckered hole and around it.
"Get ready" he said in a quick voice and stabbed his tongue into the tightly closed orifice.
To both boy's delight, the hole opened practically swallowing as much of Danny's tongue as possible.
Clint felt his gut tighten "oooh no" he said but he couldn't stop what was about to happen.
Danny ignored his plea or didn't hear them as he kept stretching his tongue muscle to go as deep as he could inside the warm cave of Clint's intestines.
Clint's prostate released its load in spurts that seemed like long spews under him. Clint moaned as he lay there lifeless, his body totally relaxed in the aftermath of his orgasm.
"Don't worry kiddo, it's not over" Danny said replacing his tongue with his finger. Clint felt the pressure inside him moving, sliding and petting his insides.
"We'll get you charged up again real quick" he promised.
Clint didn't have to wait. He felt his cock harden under him.
"Now you're going to feel me" Danny said
Clint knew what was about to happen. It had never happened before. Only his own fingers had been there along with other items he tried during masturbation. Now it would be real and despite what sensations he fantasized about it was different.
Danny pushed himself inside slowly. "You ok?" he asked a couple of times.
Clint nodded his head and reached back to pet the naked thighs that straddled him to emphasize he wanted what Danny wanted. Perhaps Danny had wanted it as long as he had. Did he jack off thinking about fucking Clint's bubble butt? He hoped so. It would be better for them both if all the fantasies they had been having would become real that day.
Danny lay on top of him, his arms scooped under Clint's shoulders. He flexed his hips to keep the piston motion going. His hot breath flowed over Clint's ears.
"I could do this for hours" He whispered, not because anyone could hear but because it fit the moment.
"Me too" Clint said making Danny chuckle. "First one won't take long" he added.
Clint felt the thickness inside. It was strange unlike the items he had used prior. This seemed to be alive, like a snake that had slithered inside and wanted to keep slithering until it found its way up his throat and out his mouth.
He tightened his muscles to feel it more.
"Wow you're tight" Danny hissed in his ear "do that again"
Clint used his sphincter to feel the cock he had craved for years.
"Yea that did it"
Clint felt his friend slam his cock in a few times. He knew the intestine walls were being showered with sperm.
Danny collapsed, his cock still inside his friend. Clint reached back to finger pet the sides of the boys' dimpled butt. For the first time he wanted to fuck him too.
Clint had imagined sucking the meaty cock, 60ing with him and even this moment feeling his body on top of his.
But something was different. He wanted to do what Danny did. He wanted to taste the boys butt hole, to feel inside it and let his curved cock slide inside finding a warm home there.
He'd let it just invade and be there, not fucking at first, just feeling the warmth of the boys intestines radiate through the sensitive skin of his penis. He might want Danny to move his own hips fucking himself on the cock until Clint couldn't stop from spitting out the years of cum especially churned into reality thinking of his best friend.
"We better eat" Danny said.
Clint laughed, "I thought you already did"
The cock had moved out of him as Danny moved away.
"That was nice" Clint said looking at Danny's face for reaction.
"More then nice and we have all day left" Danny said bending from where he sat with crossed legs to kiss Clint.
The kiss was open mouth, tongues slid over each other, both wanting more then a peck of flesh. Their arms moved around each other. Danny uncrossed his legs as they moved closer.
So many times they had sat on the floor, or bed together close enough to feel each other's legs pressed together. They had even slept in the same bed, their bodies moved against each other for warmth or just natural attraction.
Yet this was the first time their bodies and souls wanted more. There were no words possible or needed. They moved hands, lips and tongues exploring, enticing, stimulating and savoring each other.
"Food, need energy" Danny moved back his arms still on Clint's naked body. His cock half hard, in fact both boys' cocks were in a stage of erection.
"Meat?" he asked
Clint felt startled, "yes please more meat" he said and then saw the sandwich held for him.
"Oh" he sounded disappointed "I suppose" and accepted the sandwich.
"If we eat, relax, rebuild energy we can you know keep going" Danny said.
"Do you want to?" Clint asked wanting to hear the words that weren't really needed.
"Fuck yea" Danny said "been wanting to for years" he added "So have you" he reached over and squeezed Clint's cock.
The food mixed with chatter about the weather, wondering where old friends were, what they were going to do with the rest of the summer and the following quiet naps invigorated them.
It was Clint who awoke first and went to another tree area to urinate. He felt free being naked in the outdoors, his body warmed by the afternoon sun. He wondered if they could sleep there curled around each other for warmth and finding ways to waken each other with sex.
"Hey" Danny had come close by and stood so close his hand could easily rest on Clint's closest buttock. He held his cock and let the fluid arch into the grass near Clint's.
"Wanna go home or stay?" he asked as his fingers pet the firm skin.
"Stay" Clint said as he let his dripping cock fall and turn to touch Danny's chest.
He waited watching the boy's closed eyes allowing his urination to proceed and end.
"Nice" Clint said just to say something as he reached for Danny's buttock.
"My turn" he added taking the boy's cock like a leash and led him back to the blanket which had become their bed of sex.
"Face down" he said and Danny did so spreading his legs.
Clint had a goal but first his hand kneaded the boy's shoulders. It wasn't the first time he had massaged Danny's muscles. Danny remembered and moaned. His muscles though relaxed relished the motion that urged blood to flow there.
"You do that so great, I'm gonna miss..." Danny didn't end his sentence. There was time left to say what he wanted to say.
Besides Clint's fingers were on his back turning the usually tightened columns of muscle into pliable tissue. They moved to the buttocks next relaxing them too and the thighs, the thickest muscles into tree trunks of equally relaxed tissue.
Clint parted them and flicked his tongue. It wasn't as if Danny didn't know it was coming but the sudden pleasure made him groan loudly as Clint had done when the same treatment had been a total surprise.
Clint didn't go slowly, he wanted to get his tongue deep inside and he pushed until Danny was moaning even louder.
"You want this?" He asked though he planned to ignore it if Danny said no. He didn't.
The cock moved in easier then Clint expected. He thought his friend hadn't told him everything – that at some time in the past, someone had been where he was now. Or perhaps he was so horny that his sphincter dilated ready to swallow the friend's cock that was now inside.
He fucked moving his hips in different ways to stimulate Danny's response.
"Wait wait" Danny said as he twisted "I want to watch you"
Clint felt his cock pop out of him as Danny turned over. He reached for his ankles and pulled his legs apart.
Clint moved back inside staring at Danny's dark blue eyes and expressionless face as he resumed fucking him. The winces, smiles and other expressions seemed to respond to each time he pushed in and slid back, each way Clint angled his cock, each time he changed from going slow to slamming his friend's upturned butt.
"God you're good, fuck me harder" Danny pleaded and Clint obliged. He wasn't aware of how long he was fucking or how hard.
Sweat poured from his armpits and face. Clint felt his back tighten so hard it hurt, his buttocks too seemed to tire of flexing but he kept fucking. It was his first time and probably his only time to be with Danny this way.
They both had talked of growing older, getting married, having children of their own, wondering if they'd stay friends, if they'd spend their senior years sitting side by side in rocking chairs on some old folk's home porch.
He wanted Danny to remember that day as much as he would and too soon, his body told him to stop as it exploded shooting cum inside and pouring out the sides of Danny's butthole.
Clint stayed in position panting like a dog that had just caught the car it was chasing.
Danny was desperately flogging his cock and erupting spraying cum everywhere on both of them and around them. He collapsed back panting as fast as Clint.
"Shit man you've done that before" Danny said
Cradling his soft and cum soaked cock in his hand, Clint shook his head. "Never. I never thought about it either, I was inspired" he said letting Danny's soft and wet cock fill his hand.
"What the hell do you think about when you're jacking off?" Danny said laying there and enjoying the feeling of Clint's hands on his cum soaked cock.
"You mostly" Clint admitted.
Danny looked at him but said nothing at first.
"Cool" it was the same word and the same way he said it years ago when Clint told him he was gay.
"Want to rest?" Clint asked as he reached for a wet nap to clean both Danny and himself.
"I can make a fire" Danny said.
"What?"
"Tonight, I can make a fire. We have enough food" Danny said
"What if it gets cold?" Clint asked thinking pragmatically.
Danny smiled at him wider. His cock, now dry had hardened.
Clint moved his finger where his cock had been. He lowered his head to do one of the many things he had thought about for years.
The cock rubbed against the back of his throat, but Clint didn't pull away. He relaxed his throat wanting the meat inside him as far as it would go.
His nose felt the patch of pubic hair and filled with the odor of Danny's sex.
Clint flexed his throat, moved his tongue. He had found the reality that was once fantasies that got him through his years till now.
And now the field and his friend's reality would take him from that point forward.
He didn't care about the years ahead at that moment, only the taste of Danny's cock and the cum that would soon be flowing down his throat starved for his best friend.
And later he would dream curled in the arms and body of the boy interrupted only by each other's need to kiss more, swallow more, fuck more and return to the dreams that had come true that first and last day and night together.