++++Even if you know what BF stands for you still must leave
if you are under 18 years of age. If you are legal for this
story, even if you don't know that BF is BOY FRIEND you
Still can stay and read it...and maybe learn something.
There was only one week left at school before the summer vacation. Greg and I had just come from the "last bash" and bonfire. It was great, beer flowed like, well, beer, and we filled our paper cups more times than I counted.
Here we were ending the night (or rather early morning) with a few shots of bourbon. We're a bit drunk. No, we were a lot drunk. I for one was having a fucking hard time getting my words out. Not that it stopped me. I went on and on and Greg nodded wisely at everything I said. I fucking loved him at that moment, even though we never, ever did any stuff together. This was a real friendship.
Many is the night that I was suffering from a hard cock that wouldn't go down. I could have called across this room and asked him to relieve me. He would've done it too, 'cause he's the best fucking friend I ever had.
Greg was a little less drunk than me. At least he could speak without slobbering and lisping. But when he drank, it got him all touchy feely and sentimental.
"Bobby, I love you. I'm gonna help you figure out your problem right now."
"Thanks pal." A few drunken tears escaped from my red eyes and I managed a short sob of gratitude.
You're probably wondering what Greg and I look like. Oddly, we resemble each other at lot. We're about the same size and build, nothing special, we are mister everybody, 5'10, sandy hair, nice looking, but not really handsome. We both have a feature that may explain why I am fortunate enough to have to three Bfs and have the luxury of choosing one. We are both real big cocked bastards!
While we admire each other's endowment, we are not and haven't ever been sexually involved. Hey, we're pals, buds, even gay sisters, but not lovers.
You heard me mention a "problem". Well the problem in that I love three guys and it's mutual. I can't decide which one to visit on the vacation. They live in different towns, but they are more or less equidistant from my house.
Now there's Ted. Ted's a lover, the greatest. A few hours with him are unendurable pleasure indefinitely, and pleasurably enjoyed. Yeah, he is a master lover, and a strong personality that I love bending to. His presence it commanding, the guy is only about six feet tall, but his wide shoulders, deep chest and big arms and legs seem to fill the room and master me. He is also the possessor of a booming, deep bass voice. This is some cat!
Billy is fun to be with. The guy is a natural clown but his quips are side-splitting and original. His red hair and snub nose and humorous mouth complete the picture. An evening with Billy is like a visit to a comedy club. He's fun. He makes me forget the tension of school and the way his eyebrow lift when he sees me is warm and fun. "I love you for your intelligence," he said,"You have a big brain down there. It'd take a year, at least to get acquainted with all of it.
Wes by third fuck buddy seems to have it all. He looks like the cover of a men's health magazine and he's rich! Very rich, he lives in a mansion on the Sound, his grandmother just died and left him five million dollars. That's chicken feed to what he will get when his widowed and sick, mother dies. He drives an antique Morgan and wears tailor made clothes. But, he's no snob, he's always been rich, so it's just the way it is. All the gay guys at school envy me hooking up with such a story book prince. He thinks he is lucky and admits he is a size queen.
Greg advised, before rolling over and passing out, that I ought to have three dates during the last week of school and make the decision.
I started out on the definite test for my decision. I ran across big Ted sitting on the library steps, his full thighs looking hot in his chinos. "You free now?" I asked, giving him my puffy mouth look and grabbing my cock gently.
"Sure babe, my placed, in five minutes. I gotta return this book. Let's not waste time. Be naked when I get there."
Oh so butch! But I did what he asked, as usual. I lay on the bed, on my back, my equipment already showing some advanced interest in the date. Greg burst in noisily. Greg did everything with purposefulness. He zipped off his clothes and lay down next to me, his mouth at my cock and his short fat one at me lips.
"Let's go!"
Oh shit, this guy had magic lips. He swirled his giant tongue all around my cock head and spiraled down and up. My eyes were crossing. I managed to get to work on his sweet prick, my mouth watering and my voice moaning from his onslaught.
I usually have control, but never with Greg. His mouth is so demanding and he craved my spooge like a baby. I always tried to last longer, but it was hopeless, especially when he would pause, slap my butt hard and order me to "deliver" in his stentorian voice.
I was already into fuck motions as I helplessly gave up resisting my orgasm. He'd feel the increase in precum and double his efforts, taking my eight fat inches into his gullet. I don't know how he did it, but it was mind blowing to feel surrounded by hot pulsing flesh. With an almost agonizing cry, I began shooting, and shooting and shooting. He left me dry but so happy, I laughed in joy.
"Get me off, now."
Oddly Greg loved to be rubbed off over anything else. I gently moved the skin on this prick and watched the reactions I knew so well. At first he'd grunt contentedly, then as I firmed up my hand, his eyes would roll up and his cock would get as hard as a plank. Then the thumb wipe, he'd begin to drool. Finally when his hips began to move, I knew he wanted the heavy shagging. A half minute of that and he would growl, "I'd there," and his big piss slit would open like a mouth and spew thick, white globs of clotted cum on his muscular stomach. It was really a big experience for him. He'd almost pass out from the cum and he'd lay there in sweaty ecstasy for awhile. Then he sort of come to quickly and jump up and dress.
He slapped me, not too hard, on the cheek and said, "Excellent, your goo get better flavor each time and your hand technique is...have you ever thought of taking up the violin?"
He was out of the door and I was still a bit week and took a short nap, my head on the pillow that had his fragrance. This was a hard decision, the last hour or so was so great.
I told Greg about it and he said, "That's only one of the triangle. Get busy with the others."
End Part One