He didn't look like a Malcolm even at the age of 10. So maybe that's why we nicknamed him. But at that age we used nicknames for each other just to solidify our friendship.
Ken became CAR because his Dad had a really hot car, Ryan became Ry for short, I was Sam for no reason that I could think of considering my name was Cornelius and Malcolm became Meat.
Nobody outside our group was allowed to use the nicknames and when they did, we'd correct them, be it teachers, girls, guys or even the coaches that entered out lives.
And even at the age of ten we appreciated certain gifts that nature had bestowed on us and Malcolm had been given the pendulous cock that we all appreciated even before sex became a prime importance in our lives. So Malcolm, to us, was Meat and only we had been able to see close-up his gift.
Meat was a big guy. As years past we gloried at the sight of his body hair knowing that ours would soon be appearing. His "meat" when it hardened could only illicit curses of appreciation from all of us despite the fact we really didn't know why.
As our puberty and the knowledge that came with it became important in our lives, Meat's meat gained importance too. During sleepovers our informal relationship became even more informal. We were allowed to measure, compare and even hold the "meat" comparing it to our own.
Malcolm was generous complimenting us for our own individual penis short of hard and in some cases our other body parts. My butt became the cause of him to call me Bubbles upon occasion. The guys would laugh and I'd frown but as time passed I not only got used to his occasional use of that nickname for me, but I liked it.
As I stood naked in my bedroom masturbating and examining my body I could see why the guys used it. My butt was indeed two bubbles of flesh.
During those sleepovers in the anonymity of darkness, we crossed the line now and then feeling, jacking and in my case tasting each other's body parts.
I remember one night sneaking over to where Meat's sleeping bag was and found another silhouetted friend already there doing what I had finally dared to do. I started to leave but Meat's hand urged me to stay there and share. When he came on both of our faces we giggled. But that experience was enough to give me further courage to do it again stretching my mouth to put the "meat" deep into my mouth.
We joked about queers, we yelled "fuck you" when we were joking or angry and we added a "suck this" comment when the situation demanded. But we'd never admit to anyone that in the darkness our hands and mouths dared do what we did. After all it was fag stuff we knew.
In the daylight we evaluated the girl's breasts and asses like all viral bragging immature guys around us.
"I dunno, Sheryll's got a nice butt, but Sam's butt is a better bubble" Meat would say and the guys would laugh.
One of the final sleepovers, I felt someone touching my bubble butt in the darkness. I lay there and let them pet, pat and finger it to my surprise enjoying the anonymous finger that probed and entered my butt hole. My cock, already hard, leaked at the sensation.
So I began to finger myself when masturbating and liked it. And one very late night jacked as one of the guys fingered me, he moved my hand and began to jack me himself while fingering me and it opened a new world of pleasure for me.
As time proceeded I realized I was going to be gay, or was gay all along, at that time I wasn't sure how things like that worked.
And the day I admitted it out loud it was to Malcolm. We were in his bedroom, bitching about parents and college classes. He was ready to quit "it's just not my thing" he said.
I eyed his shirtless body and the mound that was barely hidden in his gym shorts. "I uh have to tell you something" and I did.
"Have you told the guys?" He asked quite calmly.
"Not yet" meaning I knew I wanted to or perhaps had to.
"It's cool you know" he said as he adjusted his crotch. "You always gave good bjs" he added quite naturally.
I tried not to register surprise that he knew I sucked his cock over the years during our sleepovers. "Thanks" I said.
He smiled. "Wish I had gotten into that butt of yours but that would have been too much noise" he said as he stood.
I watched him remove his shorts letting that monster cock of his free from its cloth enclosure. It seemed to be growing.
"What about now?" I asked
He had already gone to the end table and retrieved a jar of some white stuff I presumed he used for masturbation.
I pulled my tank top and shorts off revealing my own excitement.
"Nice boner" he commented as I moved from the floor to his bed. "Nice ass" he added patting it as I moved by him.
That summer we began our fuck buddy affair. His cock hurt like hell but I took it each time. And each time after it stretched muscles and flesh it turned me into the bottom I had wished I had been over the years.
Some of the guys were still around and we hung out as usual although at coffee shops instead of basements and bedrooms. We still talked about girls, teachers in our past, the colleges or work we were involved in now. We talked about Teddy aka Bear's early marriage and about me being gay.
I had told them all and nobody cursed me. There was a matter of fact about it that I realized had always been the seal of our friendship over the years. I had sucked more then one of their cocks and I knew some of them had too. Hands and fingers had explored me and others, so nobody was being judgmental of me admitting I was indeed gay, quite gay.
Meat and I didn't talk about our sexual relationship that summer. I didn't think anyone knew.
As I came back from his bathroom one early morning and straddled him to let his monster return to its favorite sleeve of my butt, he smiled. He'd be leaving later that day for however long his time in the Army required.
I tried not to think of his absence. He told me he had decided to do that instead of returning to college. It hurt but I had to accept it.
I closed my eyes as his fingers moved over me; working my nipples something he had learned turned me into an insatiable animal. And once again, my body responded squeezing his cock as I raised and lowered my butt. It slid against the sides.
His hands moved to my cock and balls. He loved to play with them when I rode him like this. Perhaps that's why I wanted our last fuck to be exactly like this.
It was always a fight to hold back from erupting when we did this. But I clenched and he'd groan knowing I wanted it to last. I'd watch his face as he winced and grimaced during the sex. I knew he was holding back as well. We wanted this to last and that time it did.
It hurt. Not the actual fucking, that point had past by. But the effort to keep going to hold on to our physical interaction which I realized had really not started that summer but years ago when we didn't realize it.
I felt the perspiration drip then pour from my armpits, the thick head of hair and from my pours elsewhere. I was gasping for breath but my body was moving automatically.
I wiped the sweat from his chest and put it in my mouth. He smiled when I did that.
Perhaps he remembered years ago the day I publicly did something sexual. I didn't think it was sexual at the time. But we were arguing about some baseball error I made or he made, I didn't quite remember. "Lick me" he yelled to terminate our argument and lifted his arm revealing his sweat soaked hairy armpit. I was already close as we had been arguing. The guys around us kept telling us to cool it so the game would continue.
I stuck out my tongue and licked his armpit. Meat didn't push me away or close his arm. The guys laughed and yelled "fag" and stuff and it seemed like I was there for minutes instead of a split second licking him.
I bent over that day careful not to loose his cock, although thanks to its length I couldn't have. And he lifted his arm so I could lick it again. We had both been remembering that day years ago. It wasn't the first time our minds shared the message without words.
I fucked and fucked myself and him that day. I saw the open door and the face that watched us. He didn't yell, interrupt or leave. I closed my eyes and continued to fuck until I couldn't stop my body from demanding sperm from Meat and from my own prostate.
And I lay on top of him, Meat's cock slowly softening and slipping further down until it fell out of me. I felt his hands move over my wet back and buttocks. He squeezed them and patted them.
"Breakfast" the voice announced from downstairs. The face had left the open door I knew.
We showered talking about the guys. Meat told me to say good bye to them. He didn't have the time to do it himself. I suspected he couldn't' do it for other reasons.
"You boys aren't kids anymore" Meat's father said as he made pancakes and piled them on plates. He quoted the biblical verse about putting away childish things. "So it's time to put all that stuff" he pointed to the ceiling with his spatula, "uh away".
Meat didn't reply. He blushed but didn't' say a word. I followed his lead.
"You two got to say good bye in a couple of hours. I'm going out. So say your good bye while I'm gone" he smiled Meat's Dad was a nice guy. He was huge like Meat, hairy like I suspected Meat would become in time.
And he always seemed supportive when the guys were around even giving us our first beers when we were out of high school at a barbeque.
In fact it was that barbeque that our entire group kind of changed. A few went this way or that. In fact that's when Teddy announced he was getting married. Things changed.
The few of us that stayed there that night kind of did out last childish behavior in the dark. Hands, fingers and mouths did what they had before but for many the last time in their lives...at least with their childhood friends.
And missing that is perhaps why I had my talk with Meat nearly a year later and my coming out to the remaining friends soon thereafter.
Meat's Dad patted me on the shoulder. I wondered if he had seen Meat get fucked instead of me if he would be that friendly.
In fact Meat had me fuck him on occasion. "I just want to feel what its like" he had said. My cock performed as desired though it wasn't as fun for me. But whenever Meat told me to do it, I did.
He took it face down the first time and smiled all day long saying he still felt me inside. I had told him the same thing after he fucked me but until then he may not have understood or valued my words.
On his side I fucked and jacked him at the same time. I had seen guys do this in a magazine I stolen from the sex shop downtown. And I tried to fuck him as he liked to fuck me, his legs on my shoulders but I didn't do that too well I admit.
His father grabbed his car keys and looked at his watch.
"You two have two hours left, get it out of your system" he said still smiling. Meat was bright red. I smiled back "thanks Sir" I said.
I stood and stripped naked.
"What are you doing?" Meat said looking out the door. His father hadn't left the driveway yet.
"Washing the dishes" I said. Meat laughed and we stood side by side at the sink washing the pots and plates from breakfast.
Meat flipped the wet towel against my bare butt again and again and I took it.
"God you like that don't you?" He said.
I just smiled. Our two hours was getting shorter.
I ran from him and he chased me until he tackled me and rammed his cock into me with my legs on his bare thick shoulders. I stared up at him, trying to stay cheerful and not cry. He panted and fucked and too soon pulled his cock from me letting it spit its white load all over me.
Then he licked it all up. That was the first time he had ever done that. His tongue lapped his sperm from my belly, chest, face and back to my crotch. He wouldn't stop and my body couldn't hold back.
I begged "stop stop" not necessarily to him but to my own body. I didn't want it to end. But my body spurt down his throat and he swallowed every drop.
"Something to remember you by" he smiled, my cum making his lips shine.
"Come on" I said standing and pulling him after me. I wasn't finished, and hoped he wasn't either.
I pushed him on the floor of his bedroom and devoured his meat hoping and praying my mouth would harden him for what I knew would be one last fuck.
"God I always liked your tongue" he gasped. It was like the first night I crawled to his sleeping bag and tried not to make noise as I found his cock and sucked it gagging on the volumes of cum he shot into my throat.
"Somebody couldn't sleep last night" one of the guys said in the morning. I blushed and didn't say anything.
"Dunno I slept real good" Meat said smiling.
"And I know why" Teddy replied. The guys laughed. I knew I wasn't the first one that had tasted a buddies' cock in the group. So I just smiled punctuating my guilt caused blush.
His cock hardened and I spit on it quickly shoving it back where it belonged and fucked like a ravenous animal.
Meat seemed startled but didn't push me away.
I was on the playground wrestling him as we had years ago; I was on top holding his arms down, my shorts rubbing against his. "You fighting or fucking?" he laughed at me then.
"Fucking" I replied to him now and bent over to push his arms back as they had been that day. The guys were surprised I had been able to wrestle him to the ground then, they'd be more surprised to see me on top of him now with his cock pistoning my ass.
We lay on the floor catching our breath wishing we could just keep fucking. But we knew that our bodies and the clock wouldn't let that happen.
"Four times" Meat said one morning after I finished swallowing his morning load.
"Not counting that" he added.
We had played games seeing how many times I could take it, seeing how many loads he could manufacture, how many blowjobs I could give him, how many times he could jack me, how many positions we could try fucking and other things like that. We were determined to use that summer to make up for the many times we wished we had fucked before then.
"God I'm gonna miss you" I said rolling to my side and gently pulling on one if his nipples.
"You mean my cock" He said staring at the ceiling.
I moved to my hands and knees over him. My dripping cock dangled over his. Moister either from perspiration or latent sperm dropped on him.
"No you" I said and lowered my lips to his. We kissed and his arms pulled my naked body against his.
He didn't pat my butt he liked so much. I didn't reach under and hold his cock I liked equally as much.
We kissed and held each other.
"Guys, time" the voice yelled. His father didn't come upstairs. Perhaps the sight of our discarded clothing in the kitchen and living room told him he shouldn't. But then again, he had already known.
Was it what he saw earlier standing at the door or did he know all summer long? It didn't matter but I wondered.
"Shower" Meat said and as if magic we were soaping each other in the shower. I let him jack me and I jacked him, not because we expected erections and orgasms but just because we wanted to touch each other again.
I hugged Malcolm and kissed him on the mouth in front of his father before I left the house.
As I walked home, his car passed by and he waved. I wondered if he would write as he promised or even email. And I wondered if I wanted to.
"You have visitors" my mom said as I entered the house. I went down stairs to my basement bedroom and found Teddy, Ry and Ken waiting.
And I was buried in their hugs letting my tears say what they knew already.