Friends or What?-Chapter III AUTHOR: Barry Mattison
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INTRODUCTION:
This is a fictional story about how two young guys grew up as friends since 3rd grade and are now in their Junior year ready to end the year, planning summer vacation. One likes the other and has had a crush on him for some time, but doesn't really know what that means, the other has a girlfriend and doesn't really see anything beyond his childhood friend other than their friendship. The characters in "Friends or What?" are all fictional and any semblance to real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.
DISCLAIMER:
This fictional story is written for the gay reader in particular and describes scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two or more guys that some readers may find inappropriate and/or unsuitable for their reading. Please do not read any further if you find such reading offensive or if it may become property of anyone under the age of 21. "Friends or What?" is copyrighted by Barry Mattison under the trademark Foxstories® and published as StoriesByBm© with permission to publish given to the Nifty Alliance Archive. Copying, distribution or re-publication of this writing in any other web site, private or otherwise, is a violation of local, national and international copyright laws and will be pursued to the fullest extent allowable by law.
Chapter III
When we left Todd and Jason at the end of Chapter II they had been outside in the cool evening air trying to catch night crawlers to go fishing with the next day. Turns out that not so surprisingly, Jason didn't have a clue as to what to do, so Todd did most of the catching until Jason dropped one of them down the back of his underwear. For some reason that started a tussling match, ending up with Todd winning and the both of them wearing tighty blackies from the mud.
After a little groping and kissing they headed for the shower where a couple of different worms ended up getting cleaned.
We quietly made our way upstairs to our room where we stripped off a couple pair of grubby, tighty blackies, made so after rolling around on the lawn and old mud puddles. Jason was still vascilating between sure and unsure about his sexuality. We'd just walked into the house and up to our room holding hands, and now he was turning his back to me to get naked. I felt bad for him because he was struggling so hard, but I was still determined not to push him one way or the other. I was afraid that if I pushed myself onto him too hard he might react out of fear and run from those reactions; yet it was driving me crazy the way he would reach out and touch me or kiss me without reservation. He wasn't the only one confused.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yep," was the reply from a towel wrapped Jason. I was buck naked.
We went into the recently renovated shower and closed the door. I turned on the water and waited for it to adjust to temperature. As it came up to the perfect body temp I felt a nice warm body come up behind me and slowly walk us as one into the shower. As the warm water rained down on our heads I turned around and Jason was standing there with his hands by his side, looking down at the water circling the drain.
"What's the matter pal?"
"I have had such a great time today with you that I don't want it to ever end, but...I keep getting all these other thoughts rolling around in my head about school, the guys; what is everyone going to say if we were to go back to Senior year as a 'gay' couple after all these years of me following along with the gang and being a bully, calling guys like you 'sissy, fags, homo's' and other names; I have to tell you the truth – I was part of a group that would put guys like you in the lockers and lock it, although I never did it to you. I always found a reason to be somewhere else or walked away so you didn't see me. That's why I always knew where to find you and get you out. I'm so sorry I ever did that to you or anyone else. I wanted to belong somewhere and be the best in sports; as a result all these other guys just naturally drifted towards me and expected me to act a certain way – tough and butch. I'm really struggling with self image and what the guys, and girls, are going to say on one hand, and on the other hand, I'm struggling with these new, confusing thoughts and feelings that I have for you that I've never experienced before. For the first time in my life I don't know how to handle all this.
"Looking up at at me with tears in his eyes, he asked, "can you forgive me for the way I treated you after being your friend for so long and then being so two-faced?"
I thought for a moment, looking into his eyes as the water and tears combined ran down his cheeks. Putting my hands in his, I pulled him to me and laid my head on his shoulder.
"I can forgive you for all that Jason because you always came back to get me, and you've always been there when I wanted to do crazy stuff, like camp out on the lawn and look at the stars, or go swimming in a really cold stream; you never hesitated to be there as a friend. So yes, I forgive you."
"How do you handle all these different feelings about sexuality inside?" he asked.
"I have a lot of the same questions in my mind," I said as I lifted my head up and laid my arms on his shoulders. "I just barely came out to myself and my foster brother recently, thanks to him. I worry about all the same things going back to school, but the harassment I'm going to get is ten times what you'll ever endure. The girls will always follow you with a few flashes of those beautiful eyelashes of yours; if we go back as just friends that had a good summer, nothing will change, except my life will be more miserable and your friends will continue to harass the little guys until graduation and think it's funny. Do you know what that feels like? How demeaning it feels to be stuffed into your locker for half the day against your will by a bunch of bullies for no reason other than that they think it makes them feel more macho to pick on someone smaller. But one thing I've noticed is that when they are alone and without their gang, they're not quite so willing to push me around and usually run the other way. I know now, after spending time with myself thinking about all these things and maturing more, plus spending more time with you, that I am gay. I don't like girls other than for friends, I don't like jerks and bullies, but I'm not afraid of them anymore...and I'm totally in love with you. How you handle that is up to you, but at least I've finally said it. I love everything about you; I love your bright, smiling face that makes me shiver with delight when I see you; I love touching you and the feeling that runs up and down my spine when I do; I love seeing you smile and laugh because it makes me smile and laugh; I love doing things for you and with you that make you happy because that makes me happy. No matter what you do for me, or I do for you, your simple smile, your touch, your concern when I'm hurt, all those things make my heart burst with pride and it only deepens with each passing day. So you see, I have as much of a dilemma as you do."
"I never realized all that, or even thought about it. And I'm sorry for even being part of that group that had anything to do with bullying and stuff like that. This growing up stuff isn't all it's cracked up to be. You're right. Maybe this summer will be the best thing that ever happened to either of us. I don't want to continue to be what I was because I always felt empty inside, and when I was with the other guys I still felt like we shouldn't be doing the things we did. Sometimes, when I could get away with it, I would stay around and try to fix whatever they'd done, but then they'd turn on me and call me names and I didn't like that, so I'd fall back in with them and be a bully again. But I do know one thing, and that is that since coming out here with you I've been more relaxed and felt the freedom to be me. I've begun to sort out some of the confusion in my head about who I am, and I know that I am terribly attracted to you in more than a friendship way. I just need to let things unravel as they may and ask you to give me the time to work things out for myself, which you have been doing very well and I appreciate it. By the way...I do love you too...and I mean that."
"Thank you bro for letting me know where you stand and for being so honest about the bullying thing in school. I hope if you are tempted to go back to doing that that you'll walk away from the situation for good out of respect for the hurt it causes."
"I promise. Now how about finishing up this shower thing and crawling into bed. I'm exhausted."
"I am too," as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly before stepping back, grabbing the soap and rubbing down his back, front, then letting him do the same to me.
We each finished up washing our own hair, then toweled each other off and headed for bed, naked.
"Does it bother you if we sleep naked bro? I always do."
"Not me, I do the same. Any preference for side?"
"How about the middle, snuggled together nice and warm?"
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."
We could have done differently, but I felt that taking a chance and asking couldn't hurt.
We both climbed into bed and snuggled up in the middle of the bed under the nice warm comforter, Jason behind me, his legs intertwined with mine and his arm over the top of my upper chest, pushing under my chest and pulling us tight together. I could feel his soft cock in the crack between my cheeks, but was so tired and comfortable that I immediately fell asleep; as I did I imagined this being our nightly ritual for years to come. Only adding some animal sex would make it a hotter night.
The light of the sun and a cool breeze woke me up the next morning. Jason was still snuggled up tight to me, and being virile young men that we are, we both had morning woodies. One of them was sticking through my legs under my balls, making me horny. I thought I could feel some movement down there, but I couldn't be sure. It was making me hotter and hornier in spite of the breeze and my need to pee. I hadn't moved yet, so I remained still to see what might happen. Soon I could feel his hard-on slowly sliding back and forth, even increasing in speed. I knew he had to know I was awake, so I groaned a little, mostly out of real pleasure. He stopped.
"Don't stop now, it feels so good. Here, let's do something different if you're okay with it."
Jason didn't move for a few seconds, but then rolled onto his back.
"Okay, what?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Then just lay there, close your eyes for a moment. and let me treat you to something new. If I do something you don't want me to do just say stop, Okay?"
"Uh huh."
By now I was beside him on my knees, licking his neck up to his mouth, kissing him lightly, then back to the other side of his neck in little kisses, working my way down to his nipples. Every once in a while I would reach up and kiss him again lightly, and each time he would hold on longer. As I massaged his small, flat nipples with my tongue, then sucked on each one, his chest would rise with pleasure and he would purr like a cat, then I'd go back for another kiss. All the time I was working him with my mouth my hands were caressing his balls and cock. My tongue slipped inside and we tussled inside for dominance. Backing out slowly I chewed my way down the middle of his flat, muscular chest, stopping at each rise of his six-pack, emphasizing the hard-packed muscles underneath, now quivering with excitement as my tongue reached his navel. Once there I encountered a fine treasure trail of blondish, light hair leading down to a light crown of curly blond hair surrounding the base of his perfectly cut cock. Pre-cum was running like a river down the side and into the light hair, but I didn't want him to cum yet. I slowly followed the line of hair back and forth between his navel and the hair at the base of his cock while lightly rubbing the inside of his thighs with my hands. His hips jumped up and strained every time I came close to his cock and stayed there until I moved down to his thigh with my tongue. As I moved back up again, his hips once again rose in anticipation of the pleasure, of the need. The sensations were driving him wild with pleasure. Slowly, as I reached the base of his balls, I began to suck on each one, sucking them in and tasting the boy juice that had run down and around them in small rivulets. His hips were now moving all around and he raised his hands to grab his cock, but I slowly pushed them back down, holding them flat with my own palms. After rolling each of his perfectly sized balls around in my mouth I slowly began licking my way up his already wet hard-on. It was getting harder to hold him down and still keep focused on pleasuring him at the same time. He was bigger and stronger than I was, but persistence prevailed and with his hips rolling around in the air, I reached the tip of the river, rolling the tip of my tongue around and around the smooth head, sucking in the flowing pre-cum as it ran out the slit in the tip. After sticking my tongue down into the slit at the tip and rolling it around a bit, I slowly lowered my mouth around the slim head of his now pumping up and down cock and began to swirl my tongue around the head...first one way and then the other. All this time his moans were increasing as he groaned and moaned, making all kinds of animalistic sounds. Finally, with my hands holding the base of his steely cock, I placed my mouth over the head and slide down his pole, sucking all the way down. Then began to slowly slide up and down, sucking his cock with my insides, then letting off the pressure at just the right moment, then doing it again until he cried out...
"I'm going to cum in your mouth if you keep doing that. You better get your mouth off and use your hand."
But I had no such thing in mind as I continued, even speeding up as he lifted his head up and watched as with a final "ahhhhhhhhaaaaa" he starting pumping loads of cum down my throat. I dropped my mouth down to the base of his cock and swallowed every drop as fast as he pumped it out...5...6...7 times before it started to slow down. Still I kept milking his hard cock until I had swallowed every drop. Then I cleaned up every drop that had escaped and landed on his blond bush, ending up back on his upper chest. We were both exhausted, but in a moment he reached up with his hand, pulled me up to his face and kissed me with his tongue so deep that I know he was tasting his own cum, still resting in places in my mouth waiting to exchange with him. He had the sweetest/tangiest tasting cum and...I couldn't get enough of it.
"That was incredible..." he said quietly to me as he held me. "No girl has ever come even close to doing something like that before."
"That's because maybe all they wanted was to pleasure themselves; I want you and am willing to put you first always. Your happiness would always be my priority before me or anyone else. But, right now I've got to pee really bad."
"So do I."
We both went running for the bath room, lifted up the cover, and tried to start peeing with woodies -- at the same time.
"Just don't cross the streams or we'll blow up....oops, too late," as we both started laughing at the piss dripping off each other.
Now there was going to have to be a mop up after shower time.
"We jumped into the shower, forgetting to turn on the water first.
"Yeowwww," that's cold we both yelped together. But in a minute it came up to temperature and I took the soap and went all over Jason, soaping him down thoroughly, then rubbing him with the loofa sponge until he was squeaky clean, even sliding my soapy hand up and down the crack between his cheeks. Surprisingly, he even opened up a little, so it must have felt good. That was an new area even to me. I gently slipped a finger into his relaxed hole and massaged his prostate. After moving in and out a few times he came again all over the shower wall.
"Holy shit! That was the most incredible feeling I've ever felt. I blew a load without even thinking about it. That's going to be a new experience. I'm sorry you didn't get off yet. I'm almost ready to faint from two orgasms thanks to you."
"It's okay. I told you that you always come first...get it...come first? No, I really meant that. I want you to know that if we were in a relationship you would always be first in my life and I would make sure that everyone knew it."
He just looked at me in disbelief for a moment as water ran down over his head from the shower nozzle and down his cheeks, or was it from the shower?
After rinsing off he soaped me up gently, rubbed me down real good, stopping at my now deflated dick, gently played with it and my balls for a few minutes before finishing me off, even cleaning my crack, but not quite the same way I did his; but he did stick his finger in once or twice to see what it did to me. Now that I knew how good that felt I thought to myself that that area might need exploring later on. We washed our hair and rinsed off, shut off the shower, and stepped out onto the pee covered floor. Looking up at each other, all we could do was smile, laugh and then find a mop or something to clean up the floor.
Once that was completed we found some clothes to put on. This time we both wore boxers for the day. I had this thing for underwear and guys in underwear, so I had all different kinds to wear, depending on my mood. Some might call it a fetish, I called it hot, sometimes practical. I thought we'd get some breakfast, then I'd give Jason his first riding lesson and boxers would provide the freedom necessary for riding. We threw on some jeans and t-shirts, rolled up the bed sheets and finished making the bed, and headed downstairs for something to eat.
Granny was up as usual.
"Well, I thought you young'uns was going to sleep all day for goodness sakes. Are 'ya hungry?"
"Starved granny." I said, "but since we're so late let us make our own breakfast and we'll clean up afterward. I'm going to give Jason his first horseback riding lesson after that and then we're going fishing, I think."
"Nonsense on the breakfast, I've got it all made right here and ready to go. I hope you like fried potatoes, meat, toast and orange juice Jason. I also made Blueberry pancakes with fresh Blueberries just in case you might be extra hungry." "Now I know I love it here. Thank you."
"Sit down boys, just wash your hands first. Did you clean up your bedroom?"
"Yes we did granny."
"You're such good boys. Todd, I wish I could have taken you in when your parents ran into all that trouble, but I just had too much to take care of already what with the farm, your grandpa, and all these farmhands and property to watch over. It really hurt me to see you go from one foster home to another. But you've turned out to be a fine young man." "That's from spending summers here on the farm with you and grandpa granny. I always miss this place when I'm away. I wish I could live here forever."
"Well, we'll have to see about that. There's a long line in front of you that have their eyes on how much money they're going to get when I pass on. 'They never stop by 'till 'ya die' grandpa always used ta' say."
"I would never want to change a thing here. This is the most beautiful place on earth. The lake, the mountains and the good fishing, the hills to climb and roll around on; there's always so much to do here. And people depend on us to have a place for their horses to stay so they know they're well taken care of. No, I would be really upset if anything ever happened to the farm, and you to granny. I don't want anything to change, but I know that it seems like things are changing faster and faster. Next year I'll be off to college somewhere I guess. I know Jason is planning to go to college too."
Granny just kept moving around the kitchen, listening and pulling together our breakfast.
"Okay boys, here it comes."
By the time we plowed through all that food, I wasn't sure if we could even walk to the barn, let alone do any horseback riding.
"Let's help get this mess cleaned up Jason, then we'll roll each other down to the barn and see if I can push you up on a horse."
"Don't bother boy's, my treat today. You get going and have a good day. Stop by sometime near noon and I'll have some sandwiches in the refrigerator for you to take wherever you're going. If you plan to go too far away, please leave a note so's the Sheriff can find your bones someday. Now scamper on out'a here."
"Thank you granny." I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. To my surprise, Jason did the same. I think this farm life was catching up to him.
"Let's go Jason, but I'm walking down if you don't mind."
"Well, I was going to run, but since you can't, guess I'll walk with you."
When we got down to the horse barn the barn manager was there cleaning out stalls, feeding, and assigning chores. I asked him if we could take care of my horse and the one that Jason would have for the summer.
"No problem Sir Todd. It's good to see you again." He held his hand to greet both us. "And who's this young man?"
"This is my best friend since I was in third grade. Mr. Jenkins, this is Jason."
"It's a pleasure to meet you young Sir. You going to learn how to ride today?"
"I hope to, if Todd is any kind of a teacher."
"Mr. Todd is one of the best riders we have here. I've saved the perfect stallion for Mr. Jason. He's in the third stall on the left. Your horse is down near the end, second from the end on the same side. Now I'll be gettin' along if you fellas' don't mind. I've got a lot to do today."
"Please do Mr. Jenkins, and it's been nice to see you again. I hope we'll be seeing you much more this summer."
We walked down to the two stalls that held the stallions we would be riding for the summer.
"The first thing we need to do is muck out the stalls and lay down clean sawdust for them, but it's much safer to do that by bringing them out into the walkway and chaining them by their halters to both sides of the walkway. Never walk up behind a horse without letting them know you're there. Walk up on the side and talk to them. Learn their mannerisms before getting too brave about how you approach each horse. Some may have a blind spot and will kick you if they get scared."
I led out my horse by the halter and tied him up in the walkway, keeping my hands on him as I walked away, then showed Jason how to approach his; then let him and the horse spend some time together getting to know each other before letting him lead his horse out of the stall. When they were ready Jason walked him back into the barn and hooked him up as I had instructed, only facing us so we could see each other.
I was watching their interaction as they moved. The horse actually liked Jason. They were nuzzling each other like lovers.
"Okay you two lovers, break it up. We've got work to do. Jeez!"
When Jason turned around to come to the stall, the horse put his head down, placed it in Jason's back and pushed him enough to lift him off the floor a foot or so. More than surprised, and with me laughing so hard my sides were splitting, Jason looked up with a blank look at the horse and asked him, "what was that for?"
The horse actually whinnied back at him, lifting his head up, then looked back down at Jason, almost with a laugh on his face.
"He's playing with you. I think he likes you."
By the time we got the stalls mucked out and sawdust back in, hay racks filled again, water buckets filled, and I'd gone over all the basics of tack terminology and horse anatomy it was near eleven. We spent several hours working with Jason's horse with Jason learning how to mount and dismount properly, handle the reins with one hand, turn, canter, walk and other commands. Together they were a natural pair so we decided to run up to the house and get the sandwiches, backpack, something to drink, a digital camera, bug repellent, and a few other things. and then come back, spend about an hour letting Jason practice riding with my guidance, then we'd go for a ride up into the hills and look down onto the property and the lake. I knew a place where we could eat our lunch and where there was grass for the horses to eat, which reminded us to bring halters and ropes.
After riding practice, which Jason took to like a duck takes to water with his new friend, we headed up into the hills at a slow pace. I did remember to leave a note for granny where we'd be so we sat back, relaxed and let the horses take us up the path to the top, crossing shallow creeks where frogs would jump out and surprise us, walking quietly through the maple groves where the squirrels ran up and down the trees, barking at us for interfering in their business; occasionally we would break out into small pastures where we would pick up the pace and race each other to the other side. The feel of the wind rushing past my head, the muscles of the horse pulsing beneath me as we raced side by side was almost as sexual as this morning and I ended up with a hard-on again.
We stopped at the other side of one of the fields we just raced across to give the horses a minute to rest. I looked at Jason and saw a completely new person. His face was glowing bright from the wind burn and sun his hair was all messed up but still looking perfect, and his face beaming with pride. It's hard to describe, but it was like he was finally free from everything that had ever bothered him, hurt him in the past, worried him in the future. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen and I wanted him so bad I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. But they were tears of happiness of joy for him. I really didn't want him to see me crying to I jumped ahead of him and started up the trail.
"The spot I'm looking for is right up ahead, right after this patch of hardwood. We'll get the horses settled down when we get there and let them feed on some grass. Then we can walk over to the edge and look out over the cliff and see the farmland, the lake and maybe even the farmhouse and the ranch houses."
"Sounds good. I think I may not be able to walk for a while after today anyway, or at least walk bow legged."
We both started laughing. Even Jason's horse whinnied when we laughed. I swear that horse was psychic or something. Maybe human in a prior life.
In about fifteen minutes we breached the woods and came out into a beautiful clearing about the size of half of a football field. The grass was nice and green, the trees encircling the field were tall and spread wide with full branches of green. Nearby was a small stream with water dropping into pools from several feet above, making a soothing sound for the horses and the pools a place for them to drink.
"Wow!, said Jason, "this place is beautiful. It's like heaven on earth."
"I know. I found this place one year when I was old enough to go off on my own. I've been coming here ever since. It's sort of my private spot that only I know about. I've never let anybody come here with me, except you. Let's get the horses into the shade and hobbled so they're comfortable, then we can settle down over by the rim there and eat our lunch."
"Sounds great to me. What's a hobble?"
After the horses were taken care of and feeding on the green grass we took our backpack and a blanket roll I'd grabbed in the barn and walked over near the rim. There was a large, flat slab of granite that made a perfect place to lay down close to the rim and view the valley and lake below. Usually on a very clear day you could see for miles and miles. Down below us was the lake, miles and miles of our ranch land, and through a little spot in the trees far away was the main house.
"This is the most beautiful place," Jason said, "and all this that we can see is your family land?"
"Most of it. It goes off to the other way too as well as behind us. It's a lot of land with a lot of places to explore."
I laid the pack roll and opened it up so we could set down comfortably. Jason brought out the sandwiches, drinks and other stuff granny had prepared for us.
"I think I'm going to gain about twenty pounds this summer eating like this," Jason said.
"Don't worry, I usually end up working it off with the horses, climbing up and down the mountains, swimming and everything else I find to do."
I was looking out into the space over the lake when out of the corner of my eye I caught Jason looking at me.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"I was just thinking. I don't think I ever really understood you or took the time to get to know the real you until the short time we've been here. You're so sensitive and caring. You're gentle and love animals, especially the underdogs. You would do anything for a stranger without even being asked, and yet you expect nothing in return. You are grasping the fact that you're gay without even looking back, or worrying about what others think, so far anyway, and yet you've never once pushed me or forced me to be something I may or may not be. I have to be the luckiest person in the world to have a best friend like you."
"I'm not sure what to say. You already know that I love you, but I can't make you be somebody or something you're not. Being gay is something you either are or aren't. I was just confused until someone opened my eyes and then my heart opened up and I accepted myself for who I am. Nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life making you happy being your lover and partner, but that's not a decision I can make. But I can enjoy what we have now as long as you're comfortable with it. All I can do is hope."
"Thanks bro. Shall we eat? I'm a little hot in the crotch too after that ride. My boxers are all bunched up and chaffing. I'm going to take my jeans off while we eat if you don't mind."
"Not at all, are you kidding. I've had a hard-on all the way up here. Riding does that to me. The horse between my legs, the muscles moving in time with mine, I just can't help it. I wonder if the Indians had the same problem with just those breechclout's they wore. Maybe that's why they wore so little. Time to get some air in there and cool things off."
There we were, lying side by side, on top of the mountain in our boxers, feeding each other sandwiches, watching the horses, looking out over some of the most beautiful scenery either of us had ever seen, enjoying each others' company, and neither of us felt the least bit self-conscious or any pressure to be anybody we weren't. After a while we lay back on the soft pack roll, my head on Jason's chest, his arm on my chest with my fingers intertwined in his, and rested in the warm sun.
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