MY BUDDY BIFF By Ben Ezra Jacobson
One of my many best friends was Brian Biffle...who we all called Biff. He had a 1957 Chevy two door coup that he bought from his grandfather. Grandpa Biffle bought used cars and restored them to show room quality and then sold them for a princely penny...which was an equivalent of hundreds of dollars. The "57" though he sold to his only grandson for a modest amount because he loved the boy...yet he wanted him to feel a sense of accomplishment...with a project that he paid for himself. For that reason, Biff was very careful with the car.
We had been friends for most of our junior year in high school. I had gone on a bicycle hike with my best friend Greg and the red headed Baynebridge twins, Jim and Joe. We had pedaled to Elmo a little town about twenty miles from our home town and camped at an old church campground. It was a great night of fun and we all shared and shared alike. On the way back...Biff and some of our friends had gone wading in the creek under the old Russell trestle that had once supported milk trains to Elmo and beyond. As we rested at the trestle...Biff and some of our guy friends were wading naked in the creek. As boys are often want to do...it turned into a masturbating contest...who could get off first and shoot the most semen into the water...but Biff hung back and sat on the rock under the trestle and talked to me about the bike hike. He was very athletic and well built for his age. He told me that he would like to have participated in
the hike...had I only known he had an interest. I invited him to have dinner with my family and while they were out...he sort of came out to me. He was the type who had a hard time talking about intimate things...and it was all he could do to express his interest in our being friends. When I took him up to my room...because we had prearranged for him to spend the night with me...he quickly stepped out of his clothes and sported a beautiful erection in the making. To make a long story short...we had a lot of fun together that night in the dark...and a quick repeat the next morning in the shower before dressing and going down stairs for breakfast.
It was now the middle of summer, and a few days later, Biff called and asked if I would like to go to the Roller Derby with him at the assembly hall in Urbana. Of course I said yes...and my parents added a qualifier...that we be home by midnight. I learned later that Mr. & Mrs. Biffle set the same parameters for Biff. I had never seen the roller derby in person...only on television...but it was every bit as gripping in person as it was on T.V. We sat through several rounds...the guys skated, then the girls...and then the little kids. They were the best as they struggled to keep their balance and stay on their feet. We laughed so hard that our sides ached. Bye and bye, the games came to an end...and we headed down South Route 45 for home.
Biff saw a road ahead that would take us west.
"Interested in a detour and an adventure," Biff asked with a grin so big that I could see his teeth shining in the moon light?
"Sure," I said, " As long as we get home by mid night so neither of us get into trouble with our parents."
"We will," he said...and made a hard right turn.
We must have driven about five miles and came upon a woods.
"What is this place," I asked?
"Skyline Springs...there used to be a speak-easy back here during prohibition days before the Fed's burned it to the ground. Grandpa told me that he used to come here when he was a young guy. Now it is just a camping spot. I have camped here with friends from the near by town of Cooks Mill," he answered back.
Instead of pulling into the area where people camped...he turned into a lane in the woods across the road and we wound upward to a clearing where others had obviously camped as well...but we were a quarter mile from the hard road. Biff turned off the head lights and rolled the windows completely down so the night breeze could come in.
"Listen to the sounds of the night Ben. I always wish I could stay here for a few days when I come up here. The quiet is nice and so is the solitude," he spoke softly. "It makes me want to set up my pup tent, strip off naked and crawl on top of my sleeping bag and just enjoy the sensations of the night."
I reached over and touched his shoulder. He scooted closer. I looked into his handsome face. His smiling teeth were still shining in the light. I touched the side of his face and slowly moved my fingers over the tops of his eye lids and onto the skin above his lips. For a guy with the beginnings of a someday great mustache...his face felt soft...and I could not stop touching him.
He moaned a little and said, " you have a nice touch...have I told you that?"
"Yes," I chuckled, "You said the same thing last week end when you came over and spent the night."
"Well you do, Ben, and I'll give you until five minutes of mid night to stop," He whispered back.
He leaned over against me and put his head on my shoulder. He was warm and smelled good. I ran my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp lightly and then over his chin, around his neck and over his shoulders. He leaned forward and pulled the white tee shirt over his head exposing a beautiful chest with hair. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and squeezed his nipples a bit. He flinched. Biff was sensitive with the nipple treatment...and I remembered that he had said that he could hardly stand any pressure on them at all...but strange enough...he liked a lot of pressure on his dick. Bear down hard on it and he would groan with pleasure.
Biff reached over between my legs and pulled up on the seat adjustment rod and with a thrust...scooted the seat back as far as it would go...then did the same with his. Knowing that he was moving on to more dramatic touching and feeling, I pulled my shirt off, slipped out of my tennis shoes and unbuckled my belt.
"Wait," he said...as he pushed my hands away and started to unsnap my jeans and unbutton the buttons of the fly.
Carefully he pulled back the sides of my pants and exposed the white briefs I was wearing underneath. He ran his hands over the mound in front and it instantly hardened in an upright position. He was grinning up at me because his white teeth reflected the light into my face. Without a word, he pulled the whites down in front exposing my erection and balls. He had remarked the first time we were together that I had the biggest balls for a junior in high school that he had ever seen. He pulled them out into the air. I flinched because he pinched the right nut and it sent an electrical shock wave through my groin.
"Sorry about that, Ben. I should have been more careful. Raise your butt off the seat." As I did so, he pulled my jeans and shorts down to my knees...and proceeded to pull them down my lower legs and then off my body. I was naked except my socks. He scooted onto the floor board...on his knees giving him better access...and put my stiff into his mouth. Instead of gyrating all over the place, he held it there quietly...just moving his tongue a little bit along the
sensitive under side. I leaned back against the window glass on my side of the car giving him full access. He slid down my shaft and then slowly made his way back to the top...taking his tongue and gliding around and around the head.
"Your leaking pre-cum, Ben. It tastes good."
" I hope it tastes as good as it feels for me," I whispered as if afraid the crickets and cicadas would hear. He pushed me back against the door and with both hands...raised my legs so that my knees were higher than my head. He ran his tongue along the seam under my scrotum and progressed downward until he reached the indentation of my sphincter. Wetting his tongue with slicker saliva, he ran his tongue around the indentation...round and around and around. The nerves on the surface of my southern extremity were screaming with electrifying sensations. I did not know how much more of this I could stand and then he pressed in with his tongue.
"OH SHIT," I yelled. "You are going to make me cum."
With that, he pulled back...wet his longest finger on the left hand with the slickest saliva and placing it on my pucker...pushed in as far as it would go.
"Nothing in here but my finger," he laughed...as he made little circular motions with it on my prostate gland. The electrical impulses started again.
"Biff, you are getting me too close. I don't want to cum yet...I haven't had a chance to make love to you."
"Right now Ben...I am more interested in giving you the best time of your life ," he responded back...and with that he pulled his finger about half way out and then jammed it back in as far as it would go.
"One more of those, and I am going to shoot my load," I screamed back at him.
Biff paid me no heed...and as I squirmed under the prostate massage...I could feel an ejaculation building. Just as I got almost to the point...he went down on my cock with his mouth. I lasted three strokes and discharge into his mouth. The sensation was indescribable. I shot load after load until the bliss feeling turned to pain and I became too sensitive to continue...and pulled out.
Biff opened his door and spit the semen onto the ground. In those days...the thought of swallowing a guys load was repulsive and I gagged at the thought of it.
He took a red bandanna handkerchief from his hip pocket and began to clean me up.
"Biff, that is not what I expected tonight," I laughed.
"What did you expect," he asked...as he leaned over and kissed me.
"I don't know...I was expecting more along the lines as an after mid night quickie in my room before we drifted off to sleep," I responded.
"But wasn't it exciting to have sex outside at night with the windows down?
"Yeah, I like night time sex out doors...but this evening...now that you got me off so completely...I must confess that I am sort of worn out."
"That's OK Ben...I was thinking of banging you on your belly in the front seat of my car...but it can keep. Tell you the truth, I am kind of tired after that myself. Get dressed...and let's go home."
We drove to my house and let ourselves into the back door. The kitchen clock said 11:45 PM. Mom and Dad had already gone upstairs. We turned the solitary light out and crept up the stairs. Once in my room, I opened the windows for the night air...and turned back the sheet on the bed. I told Biff that I was going to grab a quick shower and then hit the pillows. To my surprise, he came into the shower with me and washed my back and shoulders. I did the same for him...and although I played with his cock and balls in the shower...he did not rise.
"I'm just too tired...like you. Let's get some sleep and see what the morning brings," he said to me. In bed, I lay against him with his arms over me. I felt him kiss the back of my neck several times before going to sleep. Biff was a good friend...I was learning. He longed for my friendship...and I for his. Some guys would have been pissed off for getting a buddy off without reciprocation...but Biff did not seem to mind at all. I rolled over on my other side and he did the same. He scooted back...close to me...and I felt my dick in the crack of his ass. He moaned as if contented. We both fell deeply asleep.
The sun rose around 6:00 AM. The birds in the Maple tree outside my window had been chirping for an hour earlier. The breeze was cool and the sheet and lite blanket felt good. I did not want to get up. When Biff reached over me and put his arm across my chest...I jumped. Although I knew he was there...he had been so quiet during the night that it was almost as if I had been alone in my bed. He made little circles in my chest hair and then moved over to squeeze my nipples ever so lightly...before moving down to do the same with my groin hair. It was very stimulating. When his fingers touched my cock...it was a full mast. His hands reached down and cupped my balls. The touch was so slight that it almost tickled. He moved back up to my cock and gave it a couple of hard squeezes before his head disappeared under the blanket. I felt him physically turn me over on my back...and his mouth went over the head of
my penis and then firmly down the shaft. It was so sensitive that I thrust forward deep into his mouth. He moved his tongue over the under seam of cock and down around my balls...then moved lower along the scrotum seam. He wanted to go lower...but I held him back with my hand.
"Not this morning, Biff...not until I have tended to business and had a shower," I said. I felt him nod his head as the blanket moved. He went down on my shaft again and continued to ply his favors until I grabbed a handkerchief off the night stand and quickly slipped it under the sheet. I am a heavy cummer and I did not want mom to find semen all over the underneath sides of fresh sheets. I caught it all except for the bit that Biff took in his mouth. He quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom to spit. When he returned...he had a towel in his hands.
"Grab a shower Ben...and tend to business...and then hurry back," he said.
On returning, I lay on my belly with my legs spread. He responded with a big grin on his face.
Having been here before, he knew that some petroleum jelly was in the side table drawer. Grabbing it, he lubed my sphincter and generously applied some to his dick...which was erect and pointing to the ceiling. As I scooted around on the towel to get comfortable, he lay behind me with his dick on my spot...and very slowly eased in. I expected it to hurt, but it did not. Once in, he pushed deeper and deeper. My prostate gland vibrated to the movement. It felt so good that I did not think that I would last long...but I was wrong. He eased back out half way and then thrust in again. Slowly his movements pushed in and out. The sensation was fantastic.
I relaxed as he continued to gyrate. At one point, he leaned his head next to the back side of my head and asked, " does it feel good for you..?"
"Hell yes, don't get in any hurry to pull out," I answered back. It did feel good and as he pushed in and out, I began to gyrate to the movements. I glanced at the clock. It was 6:15 AM and he had been humping me for a whole five minutes.
"Let me get up on my hands and knees," I said.
He pulled out and I got up on both hands and knees and he reinserted. In this position, his cock put more pressure against my prostate. I was pushing back onto him and he would thrust forward. The pace and pressure was picking up. I was afraid that I would get too loud with my sighs and groans. His balls were slapping against my ass and the bed was beginning to squeak with the movement.
"Ben...I am getting really close. I don't think I can hold off much longer," he said.
"You don't have to," I said. "Let it shoot when ever you want."
The words were barely out of my mouth when I felt his ejaculations hit the walls of my colon. His thrusts were accompanied with muffled sighs and gasps. When he pulled out...he was still stiff. He got up and went into my bath room but there was silence.
"Biff...you o.k..?"
"Yeah...but I am too hard to pass urine. It is going to take me a few minutes."
I could hear foot steps on the stairs. Dad was outside my door and called that breakfast was ready...but he did not open the door. Secretly, I think he knew that I had just had an adventure.
In another couple of minutes...I heard liquid in the bathroom bowl...and Biff came back into the room...still semi erect.
"I have to get rid of this before your parents see it," he said with a chuckle.
"Come over here, I'll help you," I said.
As he approached the bed, he smelled like Dial Soup...having just washed and dried his genitals, and I popped his semi hard dick back into my mouth and made a few strokes on it before he pulled it out quickly.
"Now you've done it...I'm at full mast again," he scolded.
I laughed, " put your jeans and tee shirt on...and by the time we have gone down the stairs, You will be soft again."
True to my word, when we walked into the kitchen there were no signs that we had both shot our loads . We sat down at the table to a hearty country breakfast...a treat my mom always engineered when we had company.
"Brian-dear, what is on your agenda today, will you see your grandfather," my mom asked?
"Yes Mrs. Jacobson," he replied, "Grandpa is expecting me to go with him to pick up his supplies for his cabin at Clear Lake. He wants to get the new roof on before winter."
"That's nice dear, tell him we said hello," She responded.
"Yes ma'am, I will. He always asks about you and Dr. Jacobson. He said he would give you a progress report Sunday after church."
"That would be lovely," mom answered back. "We hope he can restore the cabin. I know it has been in his family for generations."
"That's true, it belonged to his grandfather, although he has made a lot of improvements to it over the years...but the lightning strike to it last year did a lot of damage. He is bound and determined to restore it."
With that, I walked Biff to his car. He lingered a bit after opening the door.
"Ben...could I come back tonight and stay over? Would your folks care?"
"That would be great, Biff," I said clasping his shoulder... "dinner at 7:00."
When I went back into the house, Mom asked, "Did you tell Brian that dinner would be at 7:00 PM?"
"I did. Mom, how did you know that he would ask if he could come back this evening?"
"Darling, Brian is a needy person...oh, not materialistically...but socially. He has good parents. And they provide for his temporal needs...but he needs the closeness of a caring family...one who cares what he thinks, what he is interested in...and where and what he is doing. The Biffle's are distracted by business and society events. Brian does not get a lot of their attention."
"Yeah, I know," I answered back.
"That dear, is why you are so important to him...and we can be his second family. He will profit from our friendship He is a good boy...and your father and I think we can be his surrogate family. He will prosper greatly for it. Besides, you are a different person when he is here. Happier and better contented. I think the two of you bring out the best in each other."
She kissed my fore head and turned back to cleaning up the breakfast dishes. I realized again how much I loved her...and dad too, who had left for the university to tend to his teaching.
"Mom, can I use the car this afternoon to go to the library."
"Yes, dear...but you will have to take the station wagon...I need the family car to take grandma to her medical appointment. Your dad rode his bike to campus," she called back to me.
"Thanks, Mom," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs. I needed to pick up my room, get the library books in order to return and to take my laundry to the basement to be washed. If I got my work done early...maybe I could go see the Baynebridge twins and take them to the burger joint for lunch.
Mrs. Baynebridge had Jim and Joe weeding the vegetable garden. They wore wide straw hats to shield their freckled faces from the sun. Red heads burn very easy...and a blistering sunburn was the last thing they wanted. They had built their garden into long rows of wooden retainer boxes four feet wide and about twenty five feet long. Mrs. B would not tolerate a weed in her garden...and the boys were there to see it did not grow. She had a daily list of chores for the boys to do and worked them hard...but then was generous with rewards.
As I parked my family's station wagon in the drive, the boys stopped for a break and to talk.
"Hey guys...playing Mr. Green Jeans again...I see," I laughed.
Joe chucked a dirt clod at my head, but I ducked.
" Grab a hoe, Ben...you haven't lived until you weed a couple hundred square feet of garden," Jim yelled to me.
"Jim, there is no way I could improve on what you have already done," I called back to him. We all laughed.
"What are you up to Ben," the other one asked?
"I have to go to the library and return some books that are due tomorrow...and wondered if you would like to go to Burger King for lunch...my treat."
"Hey, cool man," Joe said, " we have about another twenty minutes to finish this project and then we are done with the list of chores for today...mind waiting a bit."
"Not at all," I replied..."can I help you wrap it up..?"
"We have to dump the wheel barrow of weed pieces on the compost pile and clean up the tools and put them away. You want to wash the equipment with the garden hose," Jim asked.
"Sure, consider it done." In about fifteen minutes we were all washing our hands at the hydrant and headed into the house to get cleaned up.
Although the Baynebridge's had a shower in their bath tub...they also had a shower in the basement that could accommodate a whole football team. Both stripped naked and got into the cascading water.
"Want to get wet Ben, might relax you a bit...and get the chiggers off your skin from handling and dumping the weeds," Joe suggested.
"Will your mom be home anytime soon," I asked?
"No, she and some of the teachers went to the Springfield to a NEA meeting and won't be back until later this evening. We are suppose to fend for ourselves for supper this evening," Jim chimed in.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and got under the warm water. Jim took the bar of soap and lathered up my chest and back. Joe took the legs and groin. The soap sliding on my dick brought me to full erection very fast. They had a water softener which made it seem even slicker. Both Jim and Joe had a bounteous field of red groin hair to match the rest of their hairy freckled bodies and been blessed with huge endowments. Something they said was a genetic blessing from their late dad. All the boys in high school knew that no one was hung better than they. Although they did not dick around with the girls...nor the boys at school...with the exception of my friend Greg Whitacre, Biff and myself...their interest in gay sex was a well guarded secret. Everyone thought that their mother was so strict that they had repressed any sexual interests. I had found through my connection with them in scouts...that although they
kept each other happy and had since early puberty..they still enjoyed an occasional sexual interlude with the three of us. If Biff could tickle my prostate, Jim and Joe could beat it half to death.
After about fifteen minutes of amusing one another...we all shot our loads onto the floor where the water from the shower washed it down the drain. Afterwards, Jim took the broom and swept extra water down the drain to be sure there was no traces of a semen build up around the grate.
Dressed, we all piled back into my car and went to the Burger King for lunch. The boys were not big eaters...so the cost was minimal...but they both were great talkers...and we covered a wide gamut of subjects before it turned to Biff.
"So, is Biff spending any time with you this week," Joe asked?
"My mom invited him to have dinner with us tonight. His folks were going to be gone for some business gathering," I answered...concealing the fact that he had asked to spend the night.
"Your parents are so cool...I don't think mom would ever do something like that," Joe offered.
"Only because she is so busy and our house is so small," Jim countered.
"That's true," said Joe.
"It is easy for us with Barbara away at college, and we expect that she and Paul will be engaged before either of them graduate," I answered back.
"Ben...we need to do another bike hike before the summer is over...or maybe a canoe trip or something," Jim suggested.
"You could come with us to Wisconsin and spend some time at the summer house," I replied.
"That would be fun, but Mom would call it imposing on your hospitality," Joe countered.
"Well, we are not going until August this year. Let me pass it by my folks...maybe they could persuade your mom to consider it," I said.
"Oh she would consider it, but the answer would still be no," Jim replied.
We all laughed. They went with me to the library and we all checked out some books...and then I dropped them off at their house before driving home. Mom was not back yet, but Dad's bicycle was already in the garage. All over campus, all the students knew that Professor Jacobson never drove when he could ride his bike. I pulled the station wagon into the garage, shut off the ignition and went into the house.
"Hi Dad, how was everything at work," I asked.
"Hey there Ben. It was fine. Sit down a minute, I need to pass something by you," he responded.
I had lunch today with Dave Biffle. Did you know that he and his wife are going on a business trip to Europe August 1st," he asked me?
"Not a bit Dad...Biff, ...Brian hasn't said a word about it," I replied.
"Well, he may not know it yet. Dave told me today but asked me not to publish it around," my dad explained. "They are going to be gone about three weeks, and they are not going to take Brian with them."
"Dad...that's a piece of crap! He already feels like they aren't interested in him. He has said several times that if it wasn't for his grandpa...he would not have a family. Man that pisses me off," I interjected.
Suddenly I realized that I had just cursed in front of my dad.
"It's OK Son...it pisses me off too. But I was wondering, what would you think about us asking Brian to spend those three weeks with us. We could use the trip to Wisconsin as an excuse...and he would think the reason we were asking him is because we wanted his company," my dad suggested.
"I think he would accept in a hearts beat," I responded.
"Well, let me clear it with your mom first...and then we will ask him tonight at dinner, O.K.," he asked.
"Thanks Dad...it will mean a lot to him."
"It won't do you any harm either," he laughed. "For three weeks, you can have a brother to run with."
Dad popped me on the shoulder with his rolled up newspaper...and headed to his den to read it.
I could not have been any more excited. A brother of my own for three weeks. I liked the sound of that. A brother of my own.
BIFF SAYS YES
Biff pulled into the driveway five minutes until seven. I was waiting at the door for him. He looked tired...and the smile he mustered was half hearted.
"Hi Biff...man you look dogged. Did you load and unload all those shingles for Grandpa Biffle's cabin by yourself," I asked?
"No Ben...we had help...my dad came out to lend a hand...and dropped a bomb shell on me. I almost called to say that I was too down to come over for supper this evening," he said. It was obvious he was frustrated to the max.
"Brian," my dad said, "could I have a word with you? I need you to help me with something." He lead him to the study.
"Sure Dr. Jacobson...but I hope it is not unloading shingles," he said half halfheartedly.
"Brian, Mrs. Jacobson and I have a tremendous favor to ask of you. We are closing up the house here on July 31st and going to our summer home at Boulder Junction in Wisconsin. Ben's sister is not going this year because of school and we are concerned that it will be a dull trip for him up there with just the three of us. We think he will be better contented if he had a friend to keep him occupied...and he thinks so much of you...we wondered if you would come with us to keep him in line?"
Man...my dad had incredible powers of persuasion. Perhaps that is why he has been so successful teaching at the university. I thought Biff was going to jump out of his skin...but trying to act cool, he responded, "As good as you and your family have been to me since Ben and I become friends, it would be a poor sport who turned down a favor for a friend. You can count on me."
My dad patted him on the shoulder...and said, "then you had better go tell him because he has been moping around here all evening with what a boring trip it would be up there just the three of us."
Biff started for the door out of the study when he turned, and quickly walked back and embraced my dad.
"Thanks Professor Jacobson. I know why you are really doing this...and I really appreciate the gesture." He strode out of the room.
In the kitchen, Biff came and sat down next to me, "well Ben...we can not have your bored out of your gourd for the trip to Wisconsin...so I am going to go with you to be your brother."
We all burst out laughing. My mother always knew the right thing to say at the right time.
"Brian...you really are doing us a big favor in coming along with us. It will be nice to be a family of four again.
Later that night, after supper, after some board games and after a bit of television...Biff and I made our way upstairs. Once in my room, with the door latched...we stripped naked and climbed beneath the sheets. Biff lay with his head resting on my arm. The cool wind came through the windows and so did the sounds of the night. He rolled over onto his right side...and I scooted up next to him with my arm over his chest. We were too happy, but too tired for sex...we just lay close and felt each others warmth. I leaned forward and kissed him on the back of his neck.
"Good night, brother," I said.
He squeezed my arm, tenderly...and then both of us went soundly asleep.
August
August 1st rolled around before we knew it. Biff had been staying at our house about four nights a week because his parents were getting ready to go to Europe for a series of business meetings that would produce impressive financial gains to their company. They had little time for him...so we pulled him more into our lives. He started calling my parents Mr. and Mrs. J. And my parents gave him a key to the house and told him to let himself in...anytime. Biff was the type of young person who proved himself trust worthy...time and time again. We had no problem with giving him access to the house. In all of the years we were friends, he never abused that trust.
On the morning of August 1st...we were pulling out of the drive way in the family station wagon, trailer in tow...and drove the 600 miles to Boulder Junction. The couple who watched over our summer house had it aired out and clean for us. My dad paid them well for their services. We were tired after the long drive, it is true, but it was nice to be at the lake again. A fire in the fireplace took the edge off the musty, closed up smell. The air at Boulder Lake was chilly. It had rained for several days...and despite it being the first of August, the trees were all lush and green.
The following morning, we drove into town for food and supplies. Everything pretty much looked like it had last year when Greg came up with us. There was a new grocery store to replace the one that burned down last fall. It was bigger and better but I remember the store keeper giving us such a hard time last year about bears...of which there were none. After helping dad carry our purchases into the house, we went to the storage shed to get the canoes out of their place in the loft. They were covered with spider webs and dry leaves. A good hosing down helped with the webs but they were dull and had a film on them from having been put away dirty last summer. A clean canoe paddles much easier than does a dirty one and a waxed aluminum canoe glides better through the water. A square stern canoe also has a drag in the water. This is one of those things that one has to experience to know. Paddling in a light current upstream makes the canoe ride higher in the water than going with the current. Some old guy told me once that I didn't know what I was talking about. As he related his superior knowledge about everything...it was obvious that he had never paddled a canoe in his life.
Biff and I scrubbed down the seventeen footer and then already wet from the washing...put the canoe into the lake water, grabbed a couple of paddles and some preservers, a canteen of fresh water and paddled onto the lake.
"Ben...this is so cool. I never experienced a canoe before. At first it seems almost scary the way the balance is...but after you adjust to the motion...it is just too cool for words," Biff exclaimed.
"Another example of learning that for yourself," I said. " I could have described it to you for half a day...but you would not have felt the sensation until you were on the water with paddle in hand."
"Yeah...so damn cool. Lets paddle along the shore for a bit," he said.
"Your smiling, aren't you? Did I say something stupid," Biff asked.
I turned around in the bow of the canoe and answered back, "how do you know I was smiling when my back was to you."
"Your ears go up when you do, that's how I know...your ears go up," he responded.
I looked into his face. He was grinning all over his face. I could see and feel the bond between us. He held my gaze for a moment and then I turned around to continue paddling.
"I was just thinking that I am glad you are here with us. It is going to be a much nicer time here with you than wandering around the lake by myself," I volunteered.
"You don't have to do anything by yourself while I am here," Biff chucked back at me.
"Keep talking like that, and I'm going to get a hard on," I handed back to him.
"Going to get...man I am at full mast right now," he said.
As I turned in my bow seat...Biff had his swimming trunks pulled to the side and his dick was indeed at full mast with a nice pair of balls supporting it.
"There is a cove ahead...lets paddle up the little slough to the lea side...I want to help you with that," I suggested.
Biff turned the canoe from the stern and we rounded the corner into the slough...where we slid the canoe's bow onto the sand beach. I climbed out, and held the bow as Biff walked up the main seam, put his hand on my shoulder for balance and stepped onto the sand.
He pulled his trunks down to his knees exposing his proboscis towards me. I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth...and slid it in. He tasted a little salty...but it felt good and tasted good. Immediately he began to tingle with excitement. He thrust forward and the pulled back. Excited nerve endings began
to tingle. It seemed like he was growing with every thrust. He pushed me back and when clear...stepped out of his trunks and lay down in the sand. I leaned over him and ran my tongue all over his groin. Then moved up to his abdomen and then teased his nipples with my tongue. They too grew hard.
"Bite down a little Ben," he said.
"That's not biting...put some pressure on the man," he said again, " harder like you mean it."
I did as he asked and he arched his back and moaned. "Ben...before becoming friends with you...when I was dicking the cheer leaders...I thought nothing could be better than that...but man was I wrong. They thought it was gay to bite down on a fellows nipples and most of them didn't want to suck dick. And if they did, it was not as good as what another guy can do...because guys know what feels good...and a chick does not," he stammered.
I lay down on top of him and he put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me even closer. He looked into my eyes and then raised his head to kiss me on the lips. I kissed him back. Tongues touching and probing. His whole body twitched as if suddenly experiencing a low electric current through it.
Again looking into my eyes, he smiled and said, "I love you Ben. No one ever gave me the love and support that you have...and your family. I will always love them...but I really love you." He grabbed my head and pulled it forward and kissed me again...long and deep. When he pulled his tongue out of my mouth...I laid my head next to his...cheeks touching and held the moment. Neither of us wanting to be the first to pull away.
Finally, Biff lifted my face from the sand and whispered to me, "If I roll over, will you put yourself into me?"
"Yes," I said, but this is not a good place and we need lube. Let's tend to that tonight at the house...and for now...let's just enjoy the sand and each other.
I got up on my hands and knees and moved around to the area over his head and lowered my groin over his face. He knew what to do...and I leaned over him and took his dick into my mouth. Is there a happier number than "69"..? It did not take many strokes until we were both ejaculating all over each other.
Biff was such a heavy cummer. He had ejaculatory pressure and his semen was all over my face, neck and shoulders. I ran to the water and waded out to the four foot depth and washed my face and hair to get the cum out. He did the same. We splashed each other and horse played in the water for about a half hour when we knew it was time to head back.
The folks were grilling burgers on the Weber. We had lunch with them and then decided a nap sounded good. The land sloped to the water and the deck facing the lake was at second floor level which made a great place to hang hammocks below, in summer. I liked the fish net hammock because it let swimming trunks drip dry while you slept. I crawled in and sprawled out. Shortly, Biff climbed in next to me on the other side. At first, I wondered what mom and dad would think...but they did not seem to notice, nor care. Why not, I thought...what is wrong with sharing your hammock with your brother. In short time...we were both asleep.
My mom did notice...so did my dad. He looked at her and she at him. He shrugged his shoulders and said, " What can I say...I love my son...if he is happy, than I am happy for him. Mom reached over and kissed him...and then set about cleaning up the lunch dishes. THE DANCE
Tom Childers the home owner's association president came by the house in the early afternoon and told my folks that there was going to be a home owner's social at the club house on White Sands Lake marina. We were all invited. For the youth, there would be a "sock hop." Mom asked Biff and I if we would like to go...and we said "yes." The social commenced about 5:00 PM with a big feed. The association grilled burgers, chops, and fish with the members bringing side dishes. The music was very 1950's and a few songs by a new group called The Beatles...which we doubted would ever amount to much. Be that as it may, we had a good time. Biff and I met some of the lake girls. I tended to lean towards the scholars and Biff went after the pretty cheer leader types. They all thought he was so cool and he danced fantastic. When he came over to see how we were enjoying the party...he had lipstick on the side of his face. I stifled a grin but he knew what I was thinking.
"It is good practice for Thespians in college," he said and winked.
There was an endless supply of snacks and soda. The evening passed fast. We saw several of the girls to their cars when it was time to leave. Their parents look, assured us that we were to go no further. Standing to the side was a handsome young ranger in uniform. He watched us as we danced. He seemed always to be smiling. At one point, when we were getting some more food, he was at the table too and said hello to us.
Biff stuck out his hand to shake hands. " I'm Brian Biffle and this is my brother Ben Ezra Jacobson."
"Hi, I'm Ted. How is it that you are brothers with two different names and contrasting appearances," he laughed.
"Biff is my foster brother for the summer. We have been friends for a long time. He is staying with us at the summer house," I said.
"Cool," said Ted.
"What do you do," I asked...knowing very well that his uniform suggested some importance.
"Deputy ranger for Upper Fish Trap Lake. I came down to the social because the president of the home owner's association is a long time friend. I like the food," he said with a chuckle. "Don't get good grub like this very often."
We all laughed.
"Ben..., Biff, time to go home," mom called to me.
We shook hands with Ted again and waved good by as we passed the sandwich table...grabbing a few extras to take with us. When I turned to step through the door way...he was still watching...and waved at us again. Nice guy...this Ted guy. Handsome face and a nice body. Bet he would be good in bed.
I thought to myself, shame on me...I am beginning to sound like gay bar slut. He's probably married with a couple of kids. Anyone that good looking would never be unattached. Several times on the drive home...I thought about what it would be like to have sex with the deputy ranger. I got a hard on just thinking about it. This had to cease before my mom saw it.
Dad and Mom went to their room and was calling it a night. Biff and I went out and set on the deck for a while to enjoy the night air and to talk.
"Biff, did dancing with the girls make you want to have a little AC activity, I asked?
"Naw...it was fun flirting and dancing...but once you have tasted DC...there is no going back to the other side," he replied. "Really...Ben, I am telling you the truth. You mean more to me than a canoe load of pretty girls."
I guess I needed to be reassured that our friendship was not in danger. A few minutes later...he caught me looking at him.
"Really...Ben...this has you worried? Come up to the loft and I will prove it to you," he said. Taking my hand, he pulled me out of the deck chair and headed toward the sliding glass door.
Upstairs in the loft, we stripped out of our clothes and got into the shower together. I was thinking of a quick shower and then to bed for some fun...but one thing led to another and we ended up doing the horizontal hokie pokie standing up. First me inside him and then he inside me. What a sensation. Then a little more shower and soap time...and then out to pat dry and into bed. Biff showed me a lot of attention until I was convinced that he cared more for our friendship than just about anything.
During the night, I thought I heard a rifle shot. I sat up in bed and listened. In a couple of minutes...I heard two rifle shots. Shortly there after...the phone rang down stairs. I slipped out of bed and cracked the door to hear my dad say that a ranger had been summoned to one of the cabins for a possible break in and had been shot. I slipped into my jeans and tee shirt and bolted down the stairs.
"Dad...what has happened. Who got shot?"
"I don't know all the details son, but someone reported a break in at one of the cabins on Lucas Lane...and called the police. A ranger was dispatched and evidently shot when he tried to investigate," my dad said. "We'll know more about it in the morning."
"Dad...you remember the Fish Trap ranger...Ted at the party this evening...he may have been the one. We have to go see," I protested.
"Ben Ezra...if he was the one...he will be on the way to the hospital. It will serve no practical purpose to run over there right now while the others are investigating the scene. Your place is here tonight...and we will check it out in the morning."
"Yes, sir," I said, but I did not agree with him one bit.
Back in the bedroom, I related the conversation to Biff...who was almost too sleepy to comprehend what had happened.
" I think we should go over there Biff and see if it was Ted who was shot," I whispered. "Dad thinks it would be best to stay here and find out the details in the morning."
" Ben, I agree with your dad. We would only be in the way. Come back to bed...and in the morning...if he does not care, we can go check it out. Not tonight."
This was not what I wanted to hear...but I climbed back into bed next to him.
"Hey bud...take the jeans off," he barked at me.
"Sorry," I replied back.
Knowing that I was still agitated...he pulled me next to him and firmly held his arms around my chest. I could smell the soap on his skin...and began to relax. I would be patient...until morning.
Night sounds slow down time. The crickets and cicadas buzzing seemed deafening. I reached for my wrist watch on the bed side table. It was 2:00 AM. Biff felt me move and reached around me again and pulled me close to him. His warmth was comforting. Why am I getting so excited over the shooting in the row of cabins and homes around White Sands Lake. It probably was not Ted. And even if it was...we had just only met him. He seemed like a nice guy and he was ruggedly handsome. But we do not really know him. He had an attractive face and packed a nice bulge in his pants...but we really did not know him.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, click, click, click...damn night bugs. I looked at my wrist watch again. It was 2:20 in the morning. Damn...would this night ever end. I felt Biff thrust his pelvis against my ass. I reached back and patted his right hip. He thrust again...only this time...his dick was sticking straight out. I rolled over to find him looking into my face.
With a big grin and plenty of white teeth showing, he said, "well, I was trying to distract you."
"Distract me, huh...well it is working."
I reached down and took his dick into my hands. It was hard, thick and hot. It felt good to curl my hands around it.
"In two words or less, tell me what you are thinking," I said.
"Fucking you," he said. More teeth were shining through an increasing grin.
I hopped out of the bed and dashed to the bathroom, grabbed a large red bath towel and some petroleum jelly and returned to the bed. Laying the towel down on the sheet wide enough to cover the area from knees to neck, I laid down on my chest and spread my legs. Biff greased my sphincter and inserted his finger to stretch the orifice. As he did so, he slowly massaged my prostate. I could feel the tingle as my penis got harder and my scrotum pulled closer to my body. Inserting two fingers next, he separated them to stretch the muscles of the sphincter and when he was satisfied that it had sufficiently stretched...he greased his cock and pushed the head through the opening. The feeling was instantly spine tingling. Slowly he pushed deeper and deeper. When he had gone as far as he could go, he slowly with drew to the head and then pushed in deep again. It was erotic and electric...like having a cat lick the bottom of your feet. Every nerve came alive. As the tempo of his thrusts increased, so did his breathing. As a matter of fact, so did mine. In and out, in and out, in and out...the rhythm continued and as he got closer to an ejaculation...the speed increased. Feeling the tingle of the rhythm, I squeezed down on his shaft harder with muscle contractions. I glanced at my watch lying on the bed side table...2:50. Biff had been humping me for twenty minutes and had not yet lost control. Breathing faster and thrusting harder...he was beginning to sweat. From the moon light coming through the bedroom window...his skin was becoming shiny. I reached back and touched the sides of his legs as he pushed in deeper. His skin was getting sticky.
He was beginning to moan as he thrust forward. Sure hope the folks don't hear us. My prostate was beginning to get irritated as the head of his engorged cock was pummeling it. Yet the rhythm of the strokes felt so good that I did not want him to stop. 2:05 and he was still going. Maybe this would be more comfortable if I was on my back with my legs in the air. I pushed up from the towel trying to get more depth. His moans were getting louder. 2:15 ...I don't think I can stand much more of this...it is getting too intense, too sensitive...and my back feels like it is being crushed with his groin beating the shit out of my butt cheeks. Just as I was about to whisper enough...he, panting like a dog, gripped my ass tight and said, "Here it cums"...and he ejaculated erratically into me. " Oh my God, Ben...it feels so good and hurts at the same time." He gritted his teeth and collapsed on me. It
was like having a wet sack of sand placed on your back and butt...but it was he, and I wanted him there...on me.
He panted and panted...and I lay quietly waiting for steps on the stairs that did not come. How embarrassing it would have been to have dad come to the door right then...but the house was quiet below. If they heard anything...they had decided not to interfere.
Biff got up and went to the bathroom. I heard him run water in the sink and then pee into the toilet. When he returned, he had washed off with a warm cloth and dried his no longer sticky, skin. He climbed back into the bed on his side, leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. He threw back the sheet and exposed my own member standing at attention. After a couple of sucks on it...he commanded me to get up on my knees. He lubed his own sphincter and the head of my dick and turned his ass in my direction.
"OK, brother...let me have it," he said, " and I mean deep and with `gusto."
I pushed in easy. He flinched a bit, but then pushed back against me. It was in and deep. I knew I could not hump him as long as he did me. Blessed with a hair trigger...it was unlikely that I would last five minutes...but in and out I pushed and true to my habit...in less than four minutes...I filled him up. The sensation was as intense as his...but not as demonstrative. Like Biff, I went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to bed where he was waiting for me He kissed me again and told me how much he loved me. I loved him too. I could feel it with every fiber in my dick...and I chuckled. We whispered back and forth to each other...until the night bugs song took over the conversation. When I opened my eyes again...day light was cascading into the room. It was 9:00 AM.
When we rambled downstairs, dad was talking on the phone.
"Well, they just came down for breakfast," he said, "I'll tell them. They will both be relieved to know. Thanks for the call...bye."
"Biff...Ben Ezra, that was the sheriff's office. Your Ted friend was not involved in the shooting last night. I called this morning...and they just returned the call. The officer that was hit was only winged on the shoulder. He is doing fine. They caught the burglars. They were a couple of nineteen year old boys who were looking for some fast money to buy drugs."
"I guess I owe you and apology, Dad. I hate it when I over react and make a fool out of myself," I said.
Mom interjected, " It is not being a fool to care for other people's well being Ben. I have always told you that things will be better in the morning because they most generally are.
"Thanks Mom," I answered back.
"You're welcome, dear. Now come out to the kitchen for some breakfast."
Mom and Dad walked ahead of us to the kitchen. I looked into Biff's face and could tell that he was as pleased with the news as I was. He patted me on the butt as we passed through the door...went in and sat down to breakfast.
The rest of the time at the summer house is a blur. The time passed fast with canoeing and social events, and water skiing. We did not see Ted again. I did not know at the time...but he would show up again later in my life...both in Wisconsin and later at my home, back in Illinois.
Right now, next to my family...Biff was the most important player. Even still, I can close my eyes and smell the soap on his skin, feel his warmth, feel the pressure of his stroke and the sensation of his ejaculation. I cherish the love I felt for him and the same that he so generously gave back to me. Even now, so many years later...I reflect back... often...on...MY BUDDY BIFF.