My-golden-boy

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The story is an odd mix of fact and fiction, inasmuch as I exist, the people in this story exist (names have been changed), but these events have not taken place outside my hormone charged imagination.

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MY GOLDEN BOY

Golf was never my best sport. I was okay at it, but it was never really my thing. I had only taken the class to get that all important PE credit necessary for graduation. Being a poor player, I was placed in JV golf. I was the only junior in a class of freshmen and sophomores. Seeing as how I wasn't very good, had no real desire to improve, had to work, and was only there for the credit, Coach never really expected me to do all the things the other players were expected to do. He was really a nice guy. Anyway, the class looked like it was going to be a bore until I met Brad.

Oh. First I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. My name's Eric. I'm 16. I'm about 5'9 with auburn hair and green eyes. I weigh about 180 and most of it is muscle. My dad is into body building, and I have been lifting weights almost since elementary school. I was a bit of a latebloomer, and people have a hard time believing I'm a junior. Oh, and I'm also flamingly homosexual. That's pretty important, too. Sadly, I'm quite in the closet. It's more a safety thing than anything. It would not be a wise thing to declare you are anything but red-blooded hetero at my school. If you're even suspected of deviance, it's really easy to get the shit beat out of you. So, don't tell anyone, okay? :-)

He caught my eye right away. There were bigger and better developed guys in the class (there were even some that were better looking), but something about him made me want to get in his pants right away. When he walked in, he almost took my breath away. He was about 5'5 with brown curly hair and an angelic, slightly freckled face. I could have died when he chose the seat next to me.

I was able to choke out a greeting and found out the basics. People tell me I have a kind face and am easy to talk to. I am thankful for that because otherwise we might never have become friends. His name was Brad, he was a freshman, and kinda scared about being in a new larger school. I offered (out of the kindness of my heart, of course) to help him get situated. Brad and I spent a lot of time together. It turned out he had just moved to the city, and didn't have the luxury of knowing people from his old junior high like most of the other freshmen. Everyday I couldn't wait to get to Golf. I would sit down and wait for him to enter the class. He'd always enter with a smile. I would lust over his slim but muscled body and sparkling eyes. The best times were when he'd wear these certain loose shorts of his. If you were in just the right position (as I was always trying to be), you could get a good look at the size of the bulge in his pants. Sadly, he always wore tight boxers, so I could not get a look at the object of my desires itself. Even more depressing, we never showered or changed clothes for the class. It wasn't that strenuous. All I was able to do was fantasize.

Those first few weeks in Golf were wonderful. Coach would have everyone practice their swing, practice putting, and eventually practice chipping out on the various playing fields of the school. As I said before, I never had to go to the after school practices at local golf courses, (thanks Coach) so I didn't get as much practice as the rest. To do all of these activities, we would partner up. Brad and I would always practice together. It was hard watching him everyday, his beautiful body twisting as he made a swing, watching the wind blow through his golden brown hair as we walked through the fields looking for a place to chip. It went on like that for some time, me lusting over Brad, jerking off every chance I could to the image of his smiling face and young body in my mind. As the months went past, the air grew colder. Finally, around late November, it became off-season. That meant we had to do other things than golf.

We would still do putting practice inside, but we'd also play basketball in the gym, play ping pong to work on our coordination, and lift weights. It's the last one I got to like the best. We would all go to the weight room and work up a sweat. We weren't assigned lockers, so we couldn't change clothes or shower. Still, most of us wore shorts and T-shirts under our normal clothes. It was truly a feast for the eyes. We'd take off most of our clothes, leaving on just our shoes, shirts, and shorts. The well-developed ones would take off their shirts. The sight of all that young, hard, sweaty teenage flesh was enough to send my dick pointing skyward in a second. I had to make sure to always be in a position to hide my erection, or at least be able to trap it under the waist band of my boxers. There were about 15 people in the class, so you had a lot of variety. You had the range from slim to heavily muscled, from pale to nearly dark brown, from tiny bundles to bulging packages that put mine to shame. Brad was always in the middle. He was muscled, but not huge. That was a good thing, because it wouldn't have complemented his still slightly boyish frame. He was a bit of an odd specimen. His legs and chest were hairless, but he held a small bush of hair under each arm. And from my approximation, he was still a couple of years away from shaving. We'd buddy around. I'd spot him, he'd spot me.

During that time, we got a lot closer. He didn't have a car, but I did. We hung out a lot. Brad was quite a guy. His boyish charm and good looks got him lots of attention from the ladies. If we'd go to the mall, feminine stares would always follow him. One Saturday afternoon, as we were eating some pizza in the food court, I asked him about it. "You ever notice that girls tend to walk into walls when you walk by them?"

He laughed. "Come on, that's not true."

I didn't let it drop. "Quit trying to be modest, Brad. You know it. So why don't you have a girlfriend?"

He chewed his pizza thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't know, really. No one has ever really caught my eye."

My heart quickened. A tiny fantasy entered my mind, a fleeting spark of hope. Maybe Brad was gay too. Could this absurd notion be true? I doubted it. Still. If it was...I looked up from my own meal and watched him as he gazed across the food court. I followed his stare to a corner table filled with skimpily dressed girls, showing far too much skin for such weather. He continued to watch them and my heart sank about as quickly as my erection. Damn. I knew it was too good to be true. The world couldn't make that much sense.

I felt depressed as my pipe dream collapsed. It wasn't just the fact that I wanted him about as bad as I had ever wanted anything, it was also the fact that I was so desperate for a kindred spirit. For as long as I could remember, I had been attracted to guys. It had caused me a lot of emotional turmoil. After puberty hit, my desires got overwhelming. I don't remember the day I actually began feeling immoral, but it was shortly after I heard some kids in junior high talking about this person they thought was a "faggot." Before then I had never really thought about my proclivities. I had always accepted them as fact. I only caught on to the last part of their conversation, but they went on about this person like he was a criminal. "I think he was checking me out in the locker room." "Man, if he ever tries any queer shit on me, I'll kick his ass." Somehow, I knew what they were talking about. For about two years after, I felt like a freak. I'd wonder what was wrong with me. I was trapped inside myself. My body kept telling me what I wanted, my mind telling me I was wrong. My emotions were caught in between. My grades went down. I had been a straight-A student through all of elementary and half of junior high. After that year, my grades went steadily down. In my freshman year of high school, I failed a couple of courses. My parents were angry with me, told me I was smarter than that. That only contributed to my problem. I felt more worthless than ever. I had isolated myself from my friends, my home life was shitty. I felt like there was no hope. My problems were reaching critical mass. I even considered killing myself for a short time.

During that dark period in my sophomore year, my Dad got us the Internet. After learning how to use it, I set out to explore the external world to try to understand myself from within. I found numerous websites devoted to gay porn (Yay!) and they taught me that I wasn't alone. This was the most startling revelation you could ever imagine. I wasn't alone. Other people felt this way. I searched deeper and found websites where people talked about their own homosexuality. A good deal of them had felt the exactly the same way I did. They had lived most of their lives feeling isolated until they realized that they weren't really alone. Thankfully they learned how to deal with it. One site I particularly enjoyed was by an English guy named Dean Lidster who wrote these incredible stories about Taylor Hanson. I first found his story in the Nifty Story Archive and then found his website. I learned about his struggle. It gave me hope. It was that day I stopped feeling guilty and accepted myself for who I was. It was so incredible that a person who lived on the other side of the world, a person who I had never even met, could have such a profound effect on me. After that, my grades picked up slightly and I became a happier person. I wouldn't necessarily say a happy person, but happier. I still longed for someone like me. Not someone from across the world, declaring their thoughts through a cold, impersonal keyboard, but a real live person. An actual person like me to talk to, to hold, to experience all the things I had dreamed about. I wanted this so badly. It would have been great, I thought, if it could've been Brad. Brad had become my friend, the only friend I had. I wanted us to be closer.

He went many places besides the mall. He was so fun to be around. He had this vital quality about him. Brad loved life, and when you were around him, you loved it too. He could make the most simple thing seem extraordinary. One Friday night, we had caught a horror movie and had went to eat afterwards. We were sitting in a dark booth, talking about some stupid thing that had happened in Golf. Someone had been messing around and hidden a putter from this other guy. Well, the guy had gotten really pissed and had asked everyone if they had seen it. When he had asked the thief, he had said, "Yeah, I got your club. It's in my pants." Finally, after everyone had been asked and the guy had been getting really mad, the thief pulled the putter out of his pants. He had been telling the truth. He had slipped it down his pants leg with the head about level with his belly button. We were feeling kind of stupid ourselves and turned it into a long running joke. Brad would ask, "Pass the ketchup?" I would say, "Yeah, I got your ketchup right here. It's in my pants." We went on like this for some time, feeling pleasantly stupid. Eventually, I told Brad to suck my dick (in a joking manner, of course) and he said, "Yeah, I got your dick right here....oh, no wait. That's mine. Sorry." We busted out laughing and continued for the longest time. When my laughter finally subsided, I wiped the tears from my face. I looked over at him and noticed he was laughing and crying, too. I watched his sweet face, distorted by laughter. He seemed so vibrant, so full of life. It was at that moment that I realized I loved him.

That thought disturbed me. Brad was straight and besides that, he was such a good friend. I didn't want to jeopardize that. So I capped my emotions and went along like I didn't feel that way. It was hard, but I suppressed it. I would keep my love for him on a strictly platonic level.

One Wednesday in December, we started the workout very quickly. Brad had been trying to break his limit of 130 pounds. It was almost as heavy as he was. I had long ago surpassed such a small weight. My maximum was 175. I had been lifting a good number of years. That day my imagination got away from me. I couldn't help myself. He was wearing a skimpy undershirt and a pair of baggy shorts. I loved standing over the bench, watching him try to reach a heavier peak. I'd watch his chest heave and tighten, sweat pour off his brow, his small rubbery nipples pulled taut. I'd imagine removing his hands from the bar. I would walk to the end of the bench and remove his shoes and socks. I would lie at the foot of the bench and stare at his bulging workout clothes. I would pull of his shirt, kiss his nipples, caress his chest. I would pull off his shorts to relieve the barrier that had kept me from my obsession for so long. I'd pull his tented boxers down to reveal his manhood and step back to see him in all his youthful glory. I would climb my way back up the bench and take his virgin cock in my mouth. I could hear his sweet voice moaning in ecstasy, his young dick thrusting upward, his whole body struggling to release his precious seed. I closed my eyes and let the scene play across my mind's eye. My cock reached it's full nearly 6 inch length and I reached down unconsciously to give it a squeeze. It was at that time I was half-brought back to reality as I heard Brad grunt and call for a spot. I snapped from my fantasy and lifted the bar back up and set it down. He breathed heavily and said, "Did you see that? 130!" He laughed and laid there for moment. It was then he lifted his gaze upward to see me standing above him trying to rearrange my erection into a less obvious position. He stared at my crotch curiously for few moments and then started to laugh. "Do you always get like that when you work out?"

I was relieved he hadn't been bothered by it, and I started to insult him back. "Yeah, you're just jealous. You know mine's so much bigger."

He laughed some more, "Bite me, asshole."

"Yeah, I'd laugh too if I had as small a cock as yours." By that time I was laughing, too. We bantered for a while longer, and a few minutes later Brad declared he had to take a piss. After all that laughing, I did too.

The only bathroom in that area was in the P.E. locker rooms. They left the door unlocked so we could use it, even if we didn't have any lockers to use. We went into the bathroom and I realized this was the closest I'd ever been to seeing Brad so intimately. As we walked past the rows of lockers, my legs started to get shaky. I reached the row of urinals first, and picked one in the middle. Brad picked the one right next to me. I slowly began to pull my shorts down and realized I was as hard as granite. I paused and looked over to see Brad had already pulled his shorts down and was reaching inside the mouth of his boxers to extract the thing I had wanted for so very long. He noticed me staring and said, "What's with you today?"

For a moment I couldn't find my voice, but managed to croak, "I don't know. I don't feel so well."

I was eager to explain my erection and said, "Don't you hate it when that happens? It's so hard to piss with a hard-on."

I pulled my aching cock out of my boxers and strained to make it subside. I heard a stream hitting the enamel and looked over to see Brad standing with his cock in his hand. I couldn't see much of it as he was holding it in his hand, but from what I saw, I knew I wanted to see more.

My dick pushed the emergency override button and took control of my body. My mind decided to step out for a bit, and I heard myself say, "See? I told you mine was bigger."

He finished pissing and said, "Yeah, right."

I replied (in an oh-so-brilliant manner), "Well, big shot, wanna measure and prove it?"

He looked nervous and said, "We don't have a ruler."

I held my stiff cock in my hand. "Just whip the fellow out and we'll see."

Brad was hesitant. "I don't know, man." He searched for more words.

Suddenly, my mind kicked in and I realized what I was doing. I became terrified. I had almost revealed myself. I started to laugh and my erection collapsed. He looked at me for a couple of seconds and starting laughing himself. I turned to the wall and began to pee. After I stuffed my limp penis back into my shorts, we began to walk out. I said, "Almost had you worried there didn't I?"

"Yeah. I was scared you were about to put the moves on me." He grinned and I joined him. But while I had painted a smile on my face, I felt like crying.

That Friday morning, my parents told me they were going out of town that day and would be back Monday morning. My Dad's boss always invited his few employees out to various activities. My theory was that he didn't have any friends. This time it was a small skiing holiday. I never went. It wasn't my thing. We went through the usual routine. They gave me the number to where they were staying. Yes, I'll be fine. Sure, no problem, see you then. Right, right. No sex, drugs, or rock and roll. Uh-huh, right. Okay. I'll see you Sunday. Got to go to school now. Okay, bye. I walked out and smiled inside. Yes! Now I got the whole house to myself for almost three days. On top if that, I didn't have to work this weekend. That meant sleeping late, junk food, and jerking off. I liked being home alone. I could spend the whole time naked. I liked walking around in the nude. That's when I felt the most natural.

That day in Golf class we were practicing ping pong. As Brad and I waited for our turn, I told him about my parent's trip. "Wow, that must be cool, but don't you get lonely?" Hmmm......what was he getting at?

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. Say, would you like to come over and spend the weekend?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Sure, why not? Why don't you pick me up around 6:00 tonight?"

My heart soared, but I think I was able to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"No problem."

School took a particularly long time to end that day. Finally, the last bell rang. I went home to an empty house and waited for 6:00 to come. At 5:50 I left the house and made my way to Brad's. I rang his doorbell and his mother answered the door. I was invited in. "Brad will be down in a second. I just want to know what you will be doing this weekend." I assured her everything would be okay.

"We'll just hang out. Don't worry, I've done this before. If anything happens, I'll know what to do." She smiled and I assumed her fears were assuaged. Shortly after, Brad came down with his backpack.

"Hey, Eric! Ready to go?"

We walked to the car and Brad threw his backpack into the back seat. I looked at it and he said, "Clothes and stuff." I nodded. I pulled away from his house and we rode in silence for a short while. Finally I said, "Want to go get some videos?"

We pulled into a parking space at the local Blockbuster. Once inside, we went straight to the horror section. That was our favorite genre. I picked out the first two Halloween movies and he came back with both Tremors movies. I pulled out my membership and paid for the videos. As we pulled away, he looked weird. I asked him what was wrong.

"Well, it's just that you always pay for everything...."

"Ah, man. Don't worry about it. I have a job after all, you don't."

"Still, I feel guilty."

"Very well, then. How about you blow me?"

He looked at me. "Huh?"

I grinned and laughed as we pulled into my driveway. We got out and walked towards my front door. I carried the videos while he grabbed the back pack. "I'm serious, though. I do feel guilty."

I started to unlock the door. As we walked in I said, "That's really sweet of you, but it's not necessary. You're my friend. I'm happy to do stuff for you. Okay?"

I shut the door and we walked into the foyer. He nodded and I was surprised when he walked over and gave me a big hug. I returned the tight embrace and asked, "What was that for?"

"Well, I've never had a friend like you before. Not back in junior high, and not since I've moved here. I just wanted to thank you."

My God, I thought, I do love him. I smiled and we walked over to the couch. We tried to decide what movie to watch. It was then I noticed how cold it was. I checked the thermostat and turned on the heater. Brad shivered. "Good idea. It's freezing."

Once again, I had a great idea. My parents had recently made an addition to the indoor back porch. "Why don't we hold on the movie for a while and take a dip in the hot tub?"

Brad stopped reading the video cases. "Hey, cool! I've never been in a hot tub before. Oh, wait." He looked disappointed. "I don't have a suit."

"I think I might have an extra one. Come on, let's go check."

We went up to my room and checked through my drawers. I pulled out my own swimsuit (a nice pair of Speedos) and rooted through all the clothes. Finally I found an older pair of Speedos I never used. "Here you go." We started to strip and I realized I'd never seen him completely naked. I was torn. I could try to cop a peek, but I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. As I stripped I watched him. We had both removed our shoes and socks, and he started on his shirt. By the time I had lifted my shirt over my head, Brad was barechested. He was so cute. He had small pink nipples and a well-defined stomach and chest. His skin tone was a golden hue which complemented his light brown hair. I realized I was staring and removed my eyes. I turned around and removed my pants and boxers. I reached for my Speedos and turned slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brad was also naked. I didn't have time to take in the view, because I noticed his eyes were cast down at my bare ass. I turned around fully and he stared at my crotch. I looked down myself, wondering what he was looking at, and saw only my limp, circumcised penis and hanging balls. Again I looked at Brad and he raised his view. He looked into my eyes. I don't know how long we stood there, both of us in the nude, him with a very visible erection, but it couldn't have been long. Brad looked like he was in a dream. He had a very faint smile upon his face and his eyes were glazed over. Eventually, he came back to reality. He blinked and the spell was broken. He looked at me again and his face collapsed in on itself. The reality of what he was doing hit him, and he started to cry. Through his tears, I heard him say, "I'm sorry." He turned around and tried to run out of the room. He opened the first door he came to, and slammed it behind him. He must have been blinded by his tears, because he ran straight into my bathroom. I walked to the door myself and stood there, not knowing what to do. I was there for sometime, coming to terms with what had happened. Obviously Brad had been staring at my naked body. Even more obvious, he had been aroused by it. The implications of this almost swallowed me. It was like a blindfold had been taken off. Now my eyes were open and the enormity of the situation was overwhelming. I realized that I had to take action. So I knocked.

I waited a minute or so and said, "Brad?" Not the most brilliant of statements that I could have come up with, I know. The only response I received was a soft sobbing sound. The sound of my friend whom I loved so dearly in this much pain nearly broke my heart. I tried the door, but it was locked. I knew I had to get in there. I also knew the lock on my bathroom door was flimsy. I walked downstairs, still incredibly naked, and got a screwdriver. I returned to my room. Once again, I called to him. "Brad? Are you okay?"

I still heard him sobbing, but I also heard him say something through his tears. "Go away."

His voice contained mountains of sorrow. I almost started to cry myself. I knew he wasn't going to open the door, so I was going to have to do it myself. I inserted the screwdriver between the strike and strikeplate and applied a bit of pressure. Sure enough, it popped out easily and I opened the door. Brad was sitting on the floor, his back to the bathtub. He had pulled his knees up to his chest and was hugging himself. His face was downcast and he was still sobbing. He heard me come in and looked up, a look of terror on his face. He started babbling. "I'm so sorry, Eric. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. I know you hate me."

It was so unbearably sad. I just walked over to him and he cringed. He must have thought I was going to hit him. I grabbed him and lifted him off the floor. He was obviously surprised, even though he knew how strong I was. I cradled him in my arms and carried him into my room. He was shaking like a frightened animal. I laid him on my bed and got in beside him. I held him close to me and talked to him. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you."

He took a break from his sobbing. "What do you mean? How can you not hate me? Now you know. I'm a queer!"

He started up again, and I shushed him. "It's okay, Brad. Everything's going to be okay. You're in good company, you know?"

With that, I had finally come out to someone. He looked at me. "You mean...Oh, my God! I can't believe it!"

He clung to me even harder than he had been before. We held each other tightly and this time, when he started to cry, he wasn't the only one.

We stayed like that for at least half an hour, clinging to each other, thinking about what we had discovered, neither of us saying a word. Finally from somewhere in the vicinity of my neck (where his face was pressed), I heard a voice. "Hey, Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gay."

I tried to sound surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Me too. Don't worry about it."

"Really?" He did a pretty good imitation of surprise himself.

"Yeah."

"Good."

A couple of minutes after that, he untangled his limbs from mine. He sat up and looked down at me. "Thanks for breaking the lock."

"No problem."

He bent down and pulled me to him. He looked into my eyes for a moment. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

Before I had a chance to reply, he kissed me. The feeling was electric. Never before had I been so intimate with someone. The feeling of his warm lips against mine was enough to make my head spin. He climbed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. The kiss turned into a passionate embrace. Soon, we were rolling around on my bed, making small whimpering noises. I kissed his neck, his cheeks, any part of him I could get my hands on. A minute later, we came up for air. We looked at each other. There we were on my now unmade bed, naked, with very obvious erections. He looked so perfect. I finally was able to look at the object of my many jerk-off fantasies. It was beautiful. His cock looked to be about 5 inches long. It was circumcised, crowned by a bush of hair exactly the shade as his head. The same golden brown hairs extruded from his slightly hanging balls. It was straight as an arrow, pointing directly at me. After studying it for a while, I looked at him. He was doing the exact same thing. We started laughing. I hugged him again and when the laughter stopped we got up. I said, "Weren't we going to take a dip on the hot tub?"

"I don't know about that suit though. I haven't tried it on."

"Allow me."

I retrieved the Speedos and told him to stand up. He walked over to me, and I got down on my knees. I bent down and kissed his right foot. I don't know why, but I've always had a thing for feet. I lifted it up and put it through one of the leg holes. I did the same for the other. I then started to lift them. I paused before making it to his crotch and kissed his bulging rod. He moaned, ever so slightly, and I pulled the suit up. It looked good on him, outlining his package. He looked down at me. "You like teasing me don't you?" I just smiled.

He walked away from me and picked up my pair. He smiled. "Okay, then. Come here."

I stood up and walked over. He did almost the same thing. He knelt down and kissed my feet. Only he didn't stop there. He licked the top of my foot and continued up my leg. He made it to my balls and licked both of them in turn. He continued upward, running his tongue up the length of my cock. He kissed the head, then took it all in his mouth. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt, so warm and moist. He sucked on it a bit then continued on his way. He went up my abdomen and made it to my nipples. He stood up. Brad sucked the left one, then the right. He got back down on his knees and turned me around. He kneaded my ass cheeks and kissed them both. He went up my back as he did my stomach. Now, my back is very sensitive. And to be kissed there, it was so intensely erotic. When he was done there, he turned me back around. He swallowed my dick again and stayed there awhile. I put my hands on his head and started fucking his face. Just as the orgasm started to approach, I started moaning. My dick began tightening. It was unimaginable. I gave a loud moan and Brad unclamped himself from my stiff cock. He pulled the Speedos up and slapped my ass. "There you go."

I stood there, not understanding. He jumped up and ran out the room. I stayed there a moment longer, my dick throbbing, unfulfilled. Then it registered. I yelled, "You bastard!" Then I began the chase, following the sound of his musical laughter.

By the time I caught up with him, he was already in the hot tub relaxing. He opened his eyes. "Oh, hi Eric. About time you got here."

Even though I was hard as a rock and horny as could be, I knew it was funny. So I just laughed and climbed in. It was still kind of chilly and I enjoyed the heat of the tub. He slid over to me and allowed himself to be held.

We sat there, enjoying the warmth both from the water and from each other. We talked about our lives, how we've lived with our homosexuality. He told me about his old junior high. It seemed that somebody caught him trying to catch a glimpse in the locker room. From then on, he was tormented nonstop. Luckily, his parents had told him they were going to move shortly after. We went on like that and eventually got to talking about Golf. I told him how I loved when he'd wear those loose shorts of his.

Brad started laughing. "Oh, man. I can't tell you how I loved working out with you. I loved seeing you in those workout clothes. And remember that day in the bathroom? Man, I wanted you so bad! I saw you there, you're dick in your hand. I didn't think anything of it, though. I just thought you were having a hard on from needing to take a piss."

I did have one question for him. "What about that day in the mall? Remember? I asked you why you didn't have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, after that I was hoping you were like me, but then you were checking out those girls."

"You mean those sluts? Well, when you asked me why I never had a girlfriend, I started wondering what was wrong with me. So, I was looking at those girls and well...I was...."

"What?"

"I was trying to get hard by looking at them."

I just looked at him and started laughing. He looked hurt for a moment then cracked a smile. "Yeah, I guess that was kind of stupid."

We sat there for a while longer. I noticed my stomach was growling. "You hungry?"

Brad looked up. "Now that you mention it."

"Wanna order a pizza?"

"Sure."

We climbed out of the hot tub. He went upstairs to change while I ordered. When I hung up the phone, he came down. He was barefoot, wearing a white T-shirt and my favorite shorts. I started laughing. "What? I thought you liked them."

I told him to pick out a movie while I went and changed. I came out barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and shorts too. He put a movie in and we turned out all the lights. I got a blanket and we curled up together on the couch. About 40 minutes into Halloween, the doorbell rang. We paused the movie, and I went to pay the delivery driver, giving a generous tip. We got some drinks and turned on the movie once again. We polished off the pizza in about 10 minutes. I looked at Brad and noticed he had a small glob of sauce on his cheek. I leaned over and licked it off. We both giggled.

The movie was great. During the scary parts, Brad would cling to me. We both had seen the movie, but wanted to act stupid anyway. When the movie was over, I went to turn on the lights. Brad stopped me. "Leave them off."

I sat back down and got under the blanket. He said, "You know, I never did finish what I started earlier."

It was amazing. I went from limp to hard in 1.38 seconds. That had to be a record! I went to him and we shared our second kiss. I threw the blanket off and pulled his shirt off. I told him to turn over on his back and I straddled him from behind. I began to give him a massage. I kneaded the supple flesh of his shoulders, loving every moment of it. His skin was hot and soft from the hot tub earlier. I spent a lot if time massaging my friend, paying extra attention to whatever area his moaning told me needed to be massaged. I bent down a few times to kiss his sweet skin, or to blow my warm breath on his back. He'd giggle and get goosebumps. I went down further and removed his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I brought the shorts to my face and smelled them, enjoying his clean but musky scent. I massaged his smooth ass and legs. I reached around a few times to give his cock a squeeze. Finally, he lay there, his body (well, most of his body) limp and without tension. I turned him over and kissed him yet again, his mouth eager and willing. His tongue explored my mouth and mine his. He broke the kiss and told me softly to stand up. I did and he removed my clothes. He told me to get on my back and proceeded to give me the same treatment. I loved it. His naked body pressed against mine, his hard penis caught between our two bodies. He massaged for a while then scratched. That was the best. I loved the feel of his nails lightly raking across my flesh. After a few minutes he stopped and laid down on my back. He kissed my neck and then whispered, "Take me to bed."

Again, I lifted him up and carried him to my room. I sat him down gently on my bed and climbed aboard myself. We held each other for a while then kissed some more. Eventually, the kissing became more passionate. I told him to stand up and he complied. He stood before me on my bed, the most beautiful person in the world. I smiled and murmured, "My golden boy."

He smiled and fell down upon me. We embraced again and I told him to lie still. I wanted this to be perfect. I wanted to truly make love. I kissed his nose, his lips, his chin. I kissed his sweet firm neck and went to his nipples. Further still, I kissed his belly button. I avoided his cock and went down his legs. I got to his feet and kissed the soles. It tickled and he giggled. Finally, I went back up. I licked my way up his ball sac and placed my lips around his stone-hard dick. He wrapped his beautiful legs around me and I sucked for all I was worth.

We functioned like a well-oiled machine. He thrusted and twisted, I never lost my grip. A short while later, he moaned. "Oh, Eric. Stop. I'm going to cum."

I released his manhood. "What's wrong?"

"I want us to cum together."

Without further ado, Brad went down on me. I don't know If I can fully describe how it felt. So many times I had similar fantasies right in this very bed. Now it was coming true. I watched my painfully throbbing dick enter and re-enter his cute face. I put my hands on his head, combed his hair with my fingers. I don't know if anything I've ever felt can equal the love I felt for him at that moment. A minute later I told him to stop. I got on my knees and repositioned him. We got into a 69 position. I then went down in him, he returned the favor, both of going at once. The bliss of it all: his tight young mouth sucking my cock, his smaller tool going down my own throat. Brad was my entire reason for being at that moment. I wanted to make him happy. I sucked harder, pulling him closer. He quickened his own pace. We both started thrusting. I loved how his cock fucked my face and even more, how mine fucked his. We didn't last long. After a few more seconds of this suck fest and I felt my orgasm approaching. My body tensed and I felt his do the same. I could feel his cock getting harder. It pounded against my face, his balls slapping me in the nose. Finally, with a moan I could feel around my dick, Brad came. It was like a small geyser. His cum blasted down my throat. I kept my grip on him, eager to catch it all. The feel of his throbbing dick in my mouth pushed me over the edge. I came. It was the greatest orgasm I had ever felt. I didn't just feel it in my dick, but in my whole body. I then lost it. The combination of my dick spilling it's seed in my new lover, the feel of his sliding down my throat, the warmth of our bodies, the intimacy, the love I felt for this young man, it all came together at that moment. There we ceased to be separate people, but became as one. We both continued sucking until our dicks stopped releasing our semen. With one final slurp, I let go of his cock. I climbed up next to him. We held each other in the dark, exhausted, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow. A few minutes later, I kissed him. He looked at me and said, "I love you."

I smiled and held him even tighter. "I love you, too, Brad."

"Does that mean we're in love?"

"I guess so."

"Good. I wouldn't want to be the only one."

We laughed softly. I wondered if what we were doing was smart. It could mean lots of problems. Brad was already asleep, and I felt myself drifting off. It doesn't matter, I thought. It doesn't matter what happens tomorrow or next week, because today, here and now, we were happy. What else did we need? I fell asleep shortly thereafter, with my lover, my golden boy, my Brad, safe in my arms.