MY BEST BUD BY SHANE S.
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CHAPTER ONE
THIS WAS A FIRST... WELL, KIND OF It was my best buds 18th b-day. We had to have a party, but TJ didn't really want one. After getting on him about for a week, he finally caved. His parents let him have the party at their beach house. Both our parental units are pretty cool, so, no surprise, and not much of a surprise his mom made some special brownies for the party too. No alcohol was insisted though, and we obeyed. It was a small party; T only asked our circle to come hang. Our circle is only a handful of close friends. Six, besides me, showed and a few had girls, so they brought them too. Oh, T's brother was there too with his boyfriend, JT and Marc. Yeah, I know, TJ and JT... I think his parentals were stoned when they decided it was a good idea to name their two boys a year apart.
It was late summer and the beach was warm in the afternoon when everyone started showing up, joining me, T, JT, and Marc on the beach. We tossed a Frisbee around, played some volleyball, and laid around in the Sun. After the fun on the sand, we did a BBQ on the back deck of their fun house. A few of us hit the hot tub when the Sun went down and a few went home. JT and Mark decided to join us in the tub as the others decided to head out. Marc hopped in, T said his goodbyes, and JT decided to walk them out. My thought was he just wanted to stare at their nice butts when they dried off and changed in the house. I grinned. Only a few had partaken in the brownies too, so there was a plate of them left. JT brought the plate out and sat it down on the edge of the hot tub, making the comment that dad doesn't like suits in the tub. He was right. Every time I had been over, even with all the family there, we took our board shorts off to get in. Of course, JT would just like to get everyone naked. I grinned again.
T and I had called it off with our last girlfriends just a little into the summer. It was our time before taking off to college and, hey, we wanted our freedom. So, no, we aren't gay, and I've never thought of any guy in a sexual way. Sure, some have nice bods to look at, and we all look to see what each other is packing when we can. I had my fun when I was a little kid with a neighbor boy, just little boy discovery stuff that most of us do. That's it though, besides talking about jackin' it and comparing sex stories with T. As far as I know, the same goes with T, too. We've been best friends since our second year of high school. We know pretty much all there is to know about each other. Even all the shit we did as kids.
So, here we were, in the hot tub with Marc. JT had set the plate of brownies down and dropped his shorts. I've seen him naked plenty of times, so I didn't look at all really and paid no attention. Marc stood up and pushed his shorts down as JT climbed in. I did do a double take for this one. Damn, I thought, the kid is big. He wasn't hard, but not soft either. I looked at T and caught him looking too. Guess it was his first time seeing it too. He looked up finally, then over to me, gave a shrug, stood up and pushed his down. I followed, and we all threw our shorts out on the deck. T and I had seen each other plenty of times, even with morning wood, so nothing to look at there. I'm kinda on the big side, runs in my family, JT's seen it before, but I caught him looking. Now Marc, Marc was staring. I stood for a few seconds after the toss of my shorts to let him see it. Why not? JT leaned over to him a little and I heard him say, "Told ya!" They were looking at each other now as I sat back down. The image of Marc's schlong had left in all of that, my mind wandered to other things, and we all started chatting away and passing brownies around. It wasn't too long before Marc said the effect the brownies were giving him. JT had to agree and asked if Marc wanted to head in and watch some Netflix in his bedroom. Then they were gone.
It was quiet now. T moved over from the spot right beside me so we were now sitting across from each other. We both talked about the effect of the brownies, both of us buzzing pretty good now. A few other topics were thrown into our chatting, then more silence. We were both feeling good and well relaxed. The noise of the hot tub carried all my thoughts away. Maybe a minute or two went by and T broke through the noise of the hot tub.
"Damn... guess I know one of the things my brother likes about Marc now," and he looked at me with a big grin.
"I know, right?" I answered back.
"You're big, but he's only 16 and has that already," he went on. "Sure he isn't your brother?" Then he laughed.
"Gregg is damn big too, it runs in the family," I said. Gregg is my 16-year-old brother. The boy has a huge dick. "Mine wasn't as big at his age even."
Silence for a few seconds, then T said, "I've seen a bulge on Gregg before, man, figured it was part of the family thing going on there." Then some silence. "I've seen yours plenty, even in the morning," and he grinned. "Have you measured the thing, well, since we measured a few years ago?"
I think we were like 15 then, in my room, talking about sex, porn, and jacking off, when the topic of size came up. We had seen each other many times by then, just never hard. So, like a couple of crazy 15-year-olds, I grabbed a ruler from my desk drawer and we got hard and measured. T was right around five inches then, a good size for a 15-year-old, but then I turned around when I got it sticking straight out. T's mouth opened and he was like, "shit, no way," or something like that. He handed me back the ruler and told me maybe he didn't want to know. I measured a little over an inch more than he did, right between six and the six-and-a-half mark. Remembering all of this, I knew Marc was longer than I was then, and I know my brother is.
"Yeah, of course," I answered.
"And...?" he asked.
"It's almost eight now, if I'm really excited," I said.
"Damn." Then some silence. "I'm about seven now, so you still got an inch on me," T said, laying his head back. Then he started to talk, without lifting his head up, "Eight? Really? That's pretty big, like porn-big, ya know."
I didn't say anything.
"You ready to head in? We can do the Netflix thing too," T asked.
I don't know how long we had been left alone, it wasn't long though. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes. "Sure," I answered, standing up. "I'm getting pretty pruny anyway, but I'm sure we would be the only ones watching Netflix," I laughed. Then I looked down at T as he stood up.
He wasn't soft. I looked up to his face and he was looking, no, staring, at mine. A good stare, too. He's seen it before, tons of times. What was going through his head with his eyes glued to my dick like this now? He finally looked up at me, "yeah, porn-big," and he stepped out of the hot tub.
I got out, wrapped a towel around my waist, as T had done, and he shut down the hot tub and started to pull up the cover as I grabbed the empty plate. He grabbed our shorts and I followed him inside. He went into the bathroom, "I'll hang these up to dry."
I listened to the moaning coming through the door from JT's room. "See, told you they weren't watching Netflix," I grinned as T came out of the bathroom.
"Shhh," he hushed me and grabbed my arm to pull me down the hall to his bedroom. "We can really hear them in here," he said looking at me. "How bout we watch something to drown that out?"
"Good idea," was my response. Although, who doesn't like the sounds of sex. I am a horny guy, ya know. But this was making it hard not to get hard!
We plopped on the bed and propped ourselves against the pillows. T grabbed the remote and asked, "so what do ya wanna watch?"
"Something horror," I said.
He found something; don't even remember what it was. It was pretty slow, really, and I don't think either of us were too interested in it. We could still hear the boys in the next room too. I was getting hard, but trying not to hear them and trying to watch this slow ass movie to keep my mind on something. My boner was pushing up a bit on the towel now that had it strapped to me. T noticed. I noticed his too. I looked back to the TV.
"Yeah, I can still hear it too," he said, poking his hard-on trapped under his towel a couple of times. "Damn thing," he said, gawking at mine.
I huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, well, this is great," I mumbled. We watched the boring movie some more. It finally deflated.
"Can I see it?" he asked and turned to look at my face. "It's big. I kinda wanna see it hard." Silence for a few seconds. "I mean, it's been a while since I've seen it hard."
"Really?" I asked him, looking right at him. "You see it all the time."
"Not hard, not for a long time," he repeated.
"Umm, I, well, okay, shit," was all I could stutter. I was horny, and I figured I would give it some attention in the bathroom before we called it a night. Why the hell not get it hard here?
I pulled my towel loose and let it fall down my hips. I was just lying there exposed now on the towel, my best friend lying, only inches away, beside me. "It's not hard..." I stated.
"But it's still big," T said. "Get it hard, I wanna see it."
I looked at him looking at me, and then I looked down at my dick. It was big even soft, laying across my body, heavy, almost reaching my side. I only really noticed its size when I was trying to pack it in tight undies or jeans. Here it looked even bigger, and it was already starting to expand. I moved my hand down to it and gave it a little rubbing. It moved, even under the weight of my hand, rolling to point up towards my chest. The head almost reached my navel. I rubbed it a little more and some pre started leaking out. It made it to my stomach, coating one side as I rubbed and moved my hard- on a bit. My fingers found the pre-cum too and rubbed it around the head of my dick.
T sucked in some air, but I didn't look over to him. I saw his hand move to his and he started rubbing it through the towel. He was really hard, and it was strapped tight to the right against him. I looked over for a few seconds. As he rubbed to the base it would pulse and press up against the towel even more. My eyes went back to mine.
"So yeah, now I'm really fucking horny, dude," I said to him and looked up at his face.
He looked up at me, "Yeah, me too. I wanna get off. Is that cool?" he asked.
"I'm going to," was my answer.
As I grabbed my dick, T pulled at his towel to get it loose. Then he had his fist around his dick pumping away. Now I was stroking good too. Yeah, part of me felt a little weird about it all, but the other part of me really didn't give a shit, and all of me just wanted to cum. I was getting more comfortable with it too, looking more at T's hard dick and his fist pumping it fast now. It was getting wet too with pre-cum and now the sloppy noises of us beating off was all I could hear.
T started moaning a little. Then, "yeah," then, "fuck yeah," and some more moans and some grunts. He was into it big time, and, if I have to admit it, it was pretty hot to watch and hear him. So, I added, "fuck yeah, man. Stroke that dick. Fuck." I was feeling good, real good.
Then he said it, "I'm gonna cum," and I had to watch. I wanted to see him cum.
I stared, not blinking once, watching him pound the shit out of his hard dick. He started moaning as his dick exploded. The first shot hit his chin and it was my turn. "Fuck, I'm cumming too," and I fired away. We both watched each other letting loose shot after shot of our cum. A few arching up over our bodies to our chest and then stomach, until we were both squeezing the oozing juice out letting it flow over our fists.
"Uh, damn," was his response. "Yeah," was mine.
We both took the towels we were laying on and wiped up. I think we both heard clapping coming from his brother's room, and we looked at each other. Shit, really? Oh great!
"I think we get some sleep now," I said.
"Yeah, I'm there," T said, finding some show on the TV to fall asleep to.
Under the covers now, still naked, but who cared at this point, I said to my best friend, "happy birthday. G'night T."
"Thanks man, and night. And... uh... how big is Gregg?"
I chuckled and rolled to my side, "Goodnight T."
--- Your thoughts, comments, and suggestions are very much welcomed. Send an email to anothergayauthor@gmail.com – I would love to hear from you! -Shane S.