About disclaimers: I am not sure if there is a standard boilerplate for these stories. Disclaimer: No people were harmed in the production of this work of factually based fiction. The names have been changed to keep innocent people from being exposed. Please do not read this if you have a medical condition, religious righteousness phobia or psychological condition that might be irritated by stories involving beauty, freedom, thought and pleasure, specifically between same sex consenting sexual partners. Please also be advised that the author is only interested in constructive criticism and not confused or illiterate hate ramblings. Beware: this story involves two young men exploring their sexuality.
That night at Mike's
Well about 6 months ago I was at a reunion talking to an old high school friend and she was talking about how our mutual friend Mike was living in San Francisco. Another friend remarked, like a jackass, "I wonder if he's taking advantage of the gay lifestyle?" Everyone chuckled and someone said "Yeah, right!" She scowled at him and said "Come on! You guys knew he was gay!" And I thought about it and I guess I did. And not from his personality, he seemed outwardly straight. But I had a private experience that happened one summer night 15 years before when I was 17 and the new kid in town. We were in the same clique in high school, and I actually worked for the yacht club that Mike's dad was a big honcho. I remember one hot summer night after a crazy all day party getting stoned and drinking at this kid's pool, Mike asked me to drive him home. We were sunburnt and he was really high and hammered. When we got to his house he barely got out of the car. Then he fell to the ground writhing in pain. I got out to see what was the matter and he muttered "leg cramp!" as he rolled on the grass. I helped him up and he limped to his room. I followed making sure he was OK. He flopped on his bed and grimaced in pain. I asked if there was anything I could do. He said bending over made the cramp worse. He asked if I could massage out the cramp. Earlier that summer I had become famous for back rubs around the bonfire. I was a little high but not unaware that this was a little awkward. He sucked in air and pleaded with me. Finally he settled for a cold beer, no one was home yet and his room was pretty in secluded part of the house. Mike always had great weed, maybe he'd break some out. I had smoked out there before. I always had some beer in the cooler in the car, I made it a point to be supplied all summer, thanks Uncle Jim. I grabbed the beer. When I got back to his room he took two beers putting one on his thigh. He seemed to be feeling a bit better and we kind of hung out for a bit. We smoked a small bowl and talked about the things going on in our cadre of friends. He somehow changed the subject back to his leg and how his physical therapist was a dude. I figured I wasn't going to get out of this. I mean I am no homophobe, actually quite the contrary, but I was new and I was worried this was going to get back to the other kids in our group. Mike was a huge talker, so big I thought this was a trick to somehow test me or "out" me, although I don't think anyone thought or thinks I am gay or bi. So I made him promise that if I massaged his leg he wasn't going to tell anyone about it or I would kick his ass. It was a hot summer night and I was only wearing a damp swim trunks and a t-shirt, but the air conditioning was cool in his room. Mike had already taken off his shirt and suit when I got the beer, and had put on oversized boxers. I straddled his sun burnt leg and he jumped at the cold damp of my suit. He had handed me some ointment. I went to open it and it plopped out like it was under pressure. I scooped up the excess and started to spread it on his leg when I felt some hit my sunburnt leg and I realized that it was uncomfortably stinging and slightly burning. I quickly grabbed a towel that was on his bed and wiped it off, but the more I wiped the more I got it everywhere. Mike was laughing and cursing at the same time and finally jumped up slipping off his boxers and limped into the shower. I followed after him and washed my hands but noticed a whole bunch of ointment on my shirt and trunks. We were laughing and he was smiling as he came out of the shower. He put a towel on and he handed me one. "You should take a shower and wash off that crap" I jumped into the shower fully clothed, closed the glass door and washed my shirt and suit. I realized how stupid I was so I stripped. I was a little shy and nervous and to be honest I still am. But as I was washing my self I realized my heart was beating fast and my cock was hard. I stepped out of the shower wrapped in the towel. Nick had rolled a big joint. We smoked it and drank more beer. It was getting late and I should be going home, but I wasn't in trouble or anything. Nick said his leg was feeling a lot better and offered to give me a back massage if I finished the job on him so he could sleep. I was waiting for my suit to dry anyway and I really needed to sober up. I was high and I could use a massage. Besides he was massaging me, and that was different. I mean he was taking the initiative so it was all on him now. But still a little paranoid, I didn't want to look to eager, but it sounded good, besides it wasn't like I got a lot of play being the new guy in high school so I nervously laid down on his bed. He straddled my butt and started to message my neck and shoulders. It felt good. Then he slid his body down a bit. I felt his hands on my back and his legs on my thighs. He messaged all around my back for a good half hour. He had some coconut oil that smelled good and felt better on my crispy back. Then he was sitting on my calves I could feel the towel but could also feel the soft preassure of his balls. His feet had pretty much been in contact with mine and he lightly rubbed his feet on mine and I rubbed back, a subtle footsy. He was messaging my legs. Then I could feel his fingers reach the bottom of my ass, under the towel. I sighed. It felt good. He pushed up on my buttocks, using his thumbs for pressure. My towel was riding up getting looser and looser. I was rock hard and I could hear him breathing heavy. He kept kneeding my ass and I felt something hard against my leg. I picked my body up and he stopped. "I am not finished." he whispered. "I am." I choked. "Here it's my turn." I crawled off the bed, trying to fasten my towel over my body and cover my erection. He looked right at me and took off his towel looked down at his beautiful cock, smiled, and lay down. It was the first time I had ever seen a fully erect penis. He pulled the towel over his butt. I straddled his feet and started to message his legs all the way to where the towel was covering his ass. He'd moan and writhe a bit but after a while it was like he was silent. I worked on his legs for a while and then I went to work on his back. I was trying to sit on his calves but my towel made it uncomforable. Since he was on his front and probably wouldn't care I decided to be bold, so I removed my towel. I felt his hot oily legs nestled by my legs and I began to message his back. He continued to slowly rub his feet on mine. I worked the oil into his ribs and arms and messaged his tan back. I moved down his back. My bare ass in the air. The inside of my legs sliding down his bare legs. I kneeled over him recalling how great the ass rub he gave me was. I put more oil on my hands and pushed up on the bottom of his ass. My thumbs ran along the the lines of his crack, under the towel and my fingers messaged his athletic butt. I removed his towel. Mike moaned. My hands keep running up his back. My chest was over his back and I could feel the heat of his sunburnt back. I used my hands to lightly carress down his body till I was sitting on his feet. I put my hands on the tops of his thighs and slid them up to his shoulders, then after a few minutes of this I slid my hands down his arms and place my arms on top of his. My chest and stomach was on his back and my raging hard dick was between his legs just below his ass crack. I felt his butt raise a bit and I scootched up and my dick was nestled between his legs and buttocks. I could feel him pushing his ass back on me. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I froze, I really thought I was going to pass out. I started hyperventilating. He whispered "It's OK! You OK?" I rolled off him. He rolled back and supported his head with his left hand. He chucked my shoulder with his right fist. I was trying to catch my breath. I must have looked embarressed. "Dude that was great!" He looked down at his cock which was dripping pre-cum. He hugged me, not sexually, but in a comforting way. I felt weird yet now I knew he wasn't going to tell anyone anything. He had more to lose than me. He smiled everytime he looked at me. I was kind of trapped on his bed, but also transfixed by what was happening and what I had already done. I laid back on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Feeling better?" he whispered. "Yeah" I signed. I looked over and he was playing with himself. "Go on I can see you need to." he whispered. Our elbows were touching, and I could feel his motion through the matress. It felt good to rub my aching dick. After a minute or two he sat up. "Here try some of this," he said squirting some coconut oil on my stomach. "Oops! Too much let me just get that" and he wiped some off towards my cock. Then he wrapped his hand around my dick and began to work the oil up and down the shaft. I just put my hands behind my head.
It felt great. I closed my eyes. I felt the bed shif a bit then I felt a warm, wet sensation on my dick. I opened my eyes to see Mike reclined next to me but now his crotch was by my head. I didn't hesistate. I pulled his pelvis towards my face and I licked the head of his un cut cock. Then and put his cock in my mouth. It was odd but it kind felt familiar. He rolled on his back replacing his mouyth with his hand, and I felt a jet of cum hit my neck. It wasn't 2 seconds later I began to cum. We fell asleep, and were awakened by the phone. I had to go it was 10. I got dressed and left. We never talked about it.
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