Amos stretched. It was morning. He moved his naked skinagainst the crumpled cotton sheets. It felt, as always stimulating though hedidn't need to rely on the sensations to become aroused. Every morning his cockdemanded his attention.
Some mornings it was one he executed even before totallyawakening keeping the most recent mental images to propel him to one or twoorgasms. Other mornings he was wide awake and moved about the privacy of his bedroomto masturbate while seeing his reflection in the full length mirror or daringto stand near his window, allowing any who watched to see his exposed manhood.
Then there were the mornings when he was still sleepy; tiredfrom a late night or that middle of the night on line sessions that requiredhis fingers and hands to keep his body busy.
But that morning was different. He stared out the windowfrom his bed, not wanting to leave its embrace for fear it would never be thesame. In fact his life would never be the same after that day.
The blue rob remained on a hanger with the mortar board andtassel. He had worn it over his naked body that first afternoon, allowing his excitementto stick through and be rubbed in celebration.
Today he would wear it over a suit his parents had obtained.There would be speeches that he'd try to stay awake for. There would be theparade of his classmates across the stage while parents and others watched. Andthere would be the many photos taken by his mother and sister afterwards. Hugsto his friends and lots of laughter.
There was a late night party, actually several parties. He woulddo things there openly he had done secretly before. And the much touted poolparty that would welcome the discarded robs and clothing on its patio whilenewly freed from school graduates dared reveal their nakedness to all who werethere.
Amos smiled. His cock felt good in his hand.
"Hey" his bedroom door slammed so loud, Amos almost jumpedup. But he did whatever he had done before when siblings or parents burst intohis room, keeping his nakedness hidden by his bedding.
"TODAY!!!!" Carlos announced "IS YOUR DAY"
His friend stood there like Peter Pan, legs spread, hands onhis hips, his bare chest heaving with excitement.
"What the fuck....." Amos responded
"So are you ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled his shortsdown his legs revealing his genitals.
Amos had seen them before in real life as well as some nastydreams.
"Close the fucking door" Amos chided.
Carlos kicked the shorts off his feet and turned to closeand lock the door.
"What the fuck do you want?" Amos said grabbing his cock.
"Not that, I have one" Carlos held his own erection andmoved toward Amos.
"We've messed around too long. We've threatened each othertoo many times. After today, we won't have any reason not to do what we bothwant"
Carlos had moved to his knees on the bed.
"And I go first" he grabbed the sheet and yanked it off Amosbody.
"Shit man..." Amos complained but didn't move or push Carlosaway. They had shared the past few years of body changes, masturbating anddick-sword fighting.
There had been other friends who joined it from time totime.
But it was Carlos who pressed his naked body against Amosduring sleepovers. It was Amos who had cupped Carlos package in jest whileothers laughed.
It was these two who had stripped their singlets entertainingthe entire team to their preference to wrestling naked, ignoring their obvious arousalin favor of their teammate's laughter, cheering and chanting.
"Sooner or later you two are gonna fuck" Fred had said tothem after one of the group masturbations some years before.
"It's time" Carlos grabbed Amos legs. Amos struggled but notenough to stop his friend.
His legs rested on Carlos shoulders as the boy moved hiships closer and eventually pressed his dickhead against the hole into which hehad seen Amos insert a dildo once before.
Amos didn't move as the cock pressed into him stretching hissphincter. He had played there with fingers, brush handle, spatula and a dildobefore. It hurt at first but once inside helped him obtain new pleasures as hishand satisfied.
"Fuck man go slow" Amos begged as he watched his brown nakedskinned friend fuck him. He had wondered what it would feel like. Images andvideos on the internet had helped prepare him and stimulated mental images ofwhat was really happening.
Carlos closed his eyes at first, moving his hips to get asdeep as he could inside Amos. He too had fantasized his moment.
The worst thing that could happen was Amos would push himway, they would wrestle naked around the bedroom as they had done many othertimes and culminate their homoerotic fun by splattering each other with sperm,on that their graduation day.
But to both their delights, fantasies were becoming realityinstead. Flesh was inside flesh. Sperm would coat them internally then onlytheir faces, chests and stomachs.
Carlos wanted to grab Amos cock and milk him as he had donebefore while fucking, but he dared not hoping to feel that cock inside his ownbody instead.
"YEA" Amos said admiring the sweat that was rolling downCarlos face onto his chest. It was more than he had expected that day. Thefirst time a guy had fucked him.
"Corn holing" his cousin had said. Amos refused that hotafternoon, instead taking his cousin's appendage in hand and allowing the samemilking to be done to him. He had regretted passing that summer opportunity.
But now Amos was letting it happen wondering if Carlos wouldlet him return the favor or even if he could after the orgasm he felt buildingup in his gut. He clenched to hold back and immediately heard Carlos call out.
"Fuck man, not yet"
Amos released his anal grip on the sliding pole of fleshthat was ramming into and out of his butthole.
"Yea yea" Carlos was getting close. Amos recognized the words,groans and curses his friend always uttered when he was about to cum.
Then the boy's body began to slam hard into his hips,practically pushing Amos across the bed. He reached for the headboard to bracehimself for each attack.
Carlos stared at him; the eyes were wide, crystal grey, sexyas always. His expression seemed blank then winced, a smile and more cursing.
He was spilling his sperm inside Amos body and Amos thoughthe felt it, though it was just the realization of his fantasy, since hisintestines hadn't nerve endings to sense the fluids coating them.
"Shit shit shit" Carlos remained inside as his body heavedto help him regain composure.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Fuck yes" Amos said and moved pushing Carlos softening cockout of his hole. He pushed the boy face down on the bed while jacking his ownhalf hard cock.
"My fucking turn bitch" Amos said as he parted Carlosbuttocks and spit toward his target butthole.
He was thinking of the time he and Carlos had wrestled whiletheir teammates watched and chanted for the two to fuck.
Once he had pinned his naked friend, he grabbed theasscheeks and slapped them instead of obliging their chanting friends.
Carlos too was thinking of that time and hoped that Amos wouldn'tstop, he wouldn't just slap his round buttocks, he would instead return thefuck he had just given Amos.
It wasn't strange for their wrestling team to recognize thehomoerotic experiences. They laughed at each other's post meet erectionsobviously displayed in the tight singlets they wore. They shared circle jerksin the motel rooms during road trips and private wresting sessions.
Most of their parents knew too, mostly the fathers who putwrestling matts in the basement so their sons could practice. It was adolescentbehavior most knew from their own all too brief adolescence.
Amos slapped the two buttocks. They were round, firm andadmired by him and openly by others, females and males in school.
"Bubble" was a nickname many had given Carlos; sometimes thenicknames were "bubble butt" or "bubble cheeks", or even just "cheeks".
"No man" Carlos began to complain.
"Don't worry bitch, this time it's for real" Amos promisedas he aimed his erection and pressed inside Carlos stimulating the boys sighand curse. He wanted it. Amos wanted to do it.
He lay on top of the naked body feeling it with every inchof his own skin.
"Who in this classroom has the biggest organ" Coach Morganhad once started a sex education class with the question. The class laughed,some called out the name of the ones whose dicks were indeed impressive. ButMorgan replied naming one of the physically largest students...a tackle on theschool's football team, explaining the largest organ was one's skin, not penis.
Carlos remembered that day well as he let his large organ,his entire body feel Carlos below him. He moved his hips gyrating so hisembedded cock moved inside his friend. He was in no hurry. Each sensation, eachnerve ending sparked, his cock felt the tight grip of Carlos sphincters.
He wanted the sex they had to continue. If that meant theywould ignore the calls from his parents, miss the entire graduation ceremony oreven the parties that night, it was fine.
Amos knew that once the orgasm occurred, the sex would end.There was a summer ahead of course but he would be on a ship with students fromacross the state, journeying to Europe as planned. Carlos would be somewhere else.
But they had a week or two before they would part. Bothhoped they would spend it doing things with and to each other they had onlyfantasized about.
Amos moved, grunted, cursing into Carlos ear as his head layclose. His hips did all the real communicating and Carlos pushed back on theintrusive tool he had seen and played with over the years.
He realized he had never sucked Amos cock. There would betime ahead to do that and more, hopefully more of what was happening at thattime.
Carlos flexed his grip making Amos curse. He laughed andreleased so the cock would continue its journey in and out of his butthole.
It wasn't his first fuck. But he hadn't told Amos about thatexperience. His bubble butt invited attention over the years. Aunts pinched it,men patted it, teachers snuck in a hand now and then too and his part time jobboss openly said he wanted to inspect it. Carlos knew what that meant ofcourse.
But Amos cock was more than just an erection. It wasn't thesame as Marco's his former boss who promised him a raise. And it wasn't the hotwrestler he met on a road trip.
Amos was his friend, with whom he felt a connection yearsbefore, one who made him feel important during those awkward years and one whohe fantasized about doing exactly what he was doing now.
"Boy's get ready" the warning was heard far away. It added abit of panic that made Amos quicken his thrusts. And the fear of discovery,despite the locked door, added some more excitement to their sex.
Amos shot more streams more times than he had everremembered during the many sessions alone in his bed or those he shared withCarlos. It seemed the outpouring would never end and each sent a shudder ofpleasure through his entire body.
"God" was all Amos could say as he lay on top of Carlos now,his body empty of sperm. Carlos responded "fuck yea" and they both laughed.
It had been a long time coming, so to speak.
They stood side by side hours later, their bodies stillfeeling each other inside them. Their blue robes covering erections that bulgedtheir trousers. Their arms around each other, Carlos and Amos posed for photostaken by friends and family members.
Teammates and other classmates gathered as the crowd gotlarger and larger.
Carlos didn't jump when a hand squeezed his butt. It wasn'tthat he was used to it, it was because he knew whose hand it was.
He would feel it later that night after the skinny dippingparty. And he hoped the hand would be there again and again over the nextcouple of weeks.
Amos clutched and patted as a non-verbal promise thatgraduation wasn't an ending but only a beginning.