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The Man I Love By: Shyoldguy
I was meeting Mark, my best friend for lunch. Mark and I had been friends from middle school,tried to still see each other at least once a week. I had always had feelings for him, but even now at 23, I didn't know what they were. He and I were like brothers. We had always done everything together, and yes we had jacked off together a few times growing up. I went away to college, and Mark went to work for his father in their hardware store. I was now working as an Architect in a local firm, and loved my job. I had realized when I was at school that I missed Mark, and wanted to spend every opportunity I could with him. I was just starting to understand that maybe I was in love with him, and I mean more than just as a brother. I was not sure how to handle these feelings, I was so afraid that if he found out, I would loose him as a friend, and that would break my heart.
It was so hard sitting across the table from him, and not touching him. I knew that there would come a time when I would have to say something, but I was so scared. When lunch came to an end, and I went back to work, my heart was so heavy; I knew that I was going to have to take the risk soon. I called him from the office, and invited him to my house on Saturday; we could watch the game, and have a beer or two, maybe grill out some steaks. On Friday night I cleaned my house, and changed the bed, just in case. On Saturday morning, I showered and spent time trimming my body hair, and getting an extra close shave. I was so nervous. I wore my tightest blue jeans, a loose white t-shirt, and was barefoot. I thought I looked comfortable, and a little sexy. My 7 1/2 in cock was hard all morning. That was new, I really didn't think I was attracted to him sexually, but now that I had dealt with how much I loved him, I guess this was natural.
When he came in he was wearing an old pair of shorts an old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut out, and ratty tennis shoes. It was obvious that he hadn't shaved that morning, but somehow that made him sexier. I could hardly sit still while the game was on, and when it was over we went out back and lit the grill to start the steaks. We sat across from each other and ate our meal, discussing the game, work, and a bunch of other meaningless stuff. As it started to get dark, I couldn't hold off any longer. I said "Mark, there is something I need to talk to you about" He looked at me funny; I guess he could tell that I was about to tell him something serious by the tone of my voice. "Your friendship is the most important thing in my life, and I hope what I am about to say won't change that. I would not know how to handle loosing you as a friend." I started. I placed my hand on top of his. He looked shocked, and looked down at my small white hand laying on his large dark one. "Mark, I am in love with you."
He pulled his hand away, and stood up, the chair tipping over and hitting the deck with a thud. He stood there staring at me for a full minute, and turned away walking to edge of the deck and looked out over the yard. I walked over behind him, my heart in my throat, and put my hand on his naked shoulder. He pulled away, and turned. "Don't touch me!" He yelled, as he pushed me away. I lunged at him taking his face in my hands, and placed my lips on his. An electrical charge went through my whole body, and my fingers burned on his cheeks. I felt his body tense, and then relax, as my tongue outlined his soft warm lips. He pushed me away again, and then punched me, knocking me to the deck. "Get away from me you fag!" he yelled, as he ran into the house, I could hear the front door slam, and his car screech off moments latter. I lay on the deck nursing my jaw, with tears streaming down my cheeks. I had ruined my life; I had lost the one person that meant anything to me. My life was over.
I spent the night crying, laying on the hard boards of the deck Mark had helped me build. I somehow managed to live through Sunday, but was not sure how I was going to make it through a work day knowing that I had lost Mark, My heart was broken, what had I been thinking. Somehow, I made it through Monday, and was closing out my day on Friday, when my phone rang. I couldn't speak when I heard Mark's voice. "I think we need to talk this through, can I come by the house?" "Oh yes, please Mark I am so sorry." I stumbled. "I'll see you after work." He said in a flat voice, and hung up.
I was so nervous driving home; I thought I might wreck the car. When I pulled in the driveway, Mark's car was out front. I went in the house, and found him out back on the deck where all this started. I opened the door, and stepped out. I couldn't look him in the eye. "Mark, I am so sorry, I don't know what to say . . ." "Don't say anything." He said, "Just listen, I have been thinking about what happened, and I am so confused. We have been friends for years, why now? The reason I am so confused, is that I think I feel something for you." My heart soared. "I don't know what, but when you kissed me, I think I felt something. I don't understand what, but the thought of not seeing you again was just too horrible." I wanted to touch him so bad, but I was so scared. "Mark, I can't think of not having you as a friend. If we can never be anything else, that will be enough. I can't take it back though; I love you, and always will. I think I have known for a long time, but was so afraid of loosing your friendship, so I kept quiet. I wish now that I had never said anything, I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me, and you will be." He walked over to me and put his hands on each side of my face, lifting it so I was looking into his eyes. " Bryan, I love you too." He said leaning in and gently touching his lips to mine.
My mind exploded. He loves me! He loves me! I noticed that I had an erection, and parted my lips as his tongue entered my mouth for the first time. I melted into him, and his arms went around me as he held me tight. He pulled his face away, and pushed me away, still holding me at arms length by the shoulders. "Bryan, what does this mean for us, I have never thought of myself as gay. I don't know what to do now. I am so ashamed of the feelings I have for you, but I have them just the same. The thoughts that are going through my mind, the things I want to do, and the things my body wants to do, go against everything I have been taught. My family would never understand." His voice was strained, and the look on his face showed the confusion in his mind. I reached over and took his face in my hands, leaned in, and kissed him with all the passion that was in me. His body melted into mine, I could feel his hard cock pressing into me, as his knees gave way, and we slowly lowered onto the deck. I was laying partially on top of him, our mouths welded together, and my tongue down his throat. He moaned. He pushed me away again. "No, not yet. This is moving way too fast." I rolled off him, and lay next to him catching my breath. He rolled onto his side next to me. "Lets just take our time," he said " I need some time to sort things out, ok? He asked. "Ok, but now what?" "Let's go some place for dinner, just the two of us." "Like a date?" "Yeah, why not?"
So we did. We had a good time, and it was like a date. We were both very nervous, and shy, and when we went back to my house he walked me to the door. "Do you want to come in?" I asked "Yes, but that is why I shouldn't," he said as he leaned in and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I wanted him so bad, but I knew I had to wait until he was ready. "I understand." I said. "You know other than the times we jacked off together when we were twelve I have never been with a guy." I had to tell him. "Me too." He replied. "I have never even though about it until you kissed me last week, and now it is all I think about." He said. I smiled, turned and unlocked the door. "You sure?" I said holding the door open for him. "Yes, good night. I did enjoy our date." He said smiling shyly as he walked toward his car. I stood in the door and watched as he pulled away. I closed the door, and leaned back on it and closed my eyes. I could not believe what had happened in the last few hours.
I took off my shirt, and stripped down to my briefs as I was walking toward my room. And then, the doorbell rang. Oh, shit, I thought. Who could that be? I went to the window, and peaked out. It was Mark; he had come back. I opened the door in just my tight white briefs. His eyes lit up as he came in and closed the door behind him. I threw myself into his strong manly arms, tears running down my face. "I don't know how good I will be at this," he said, "but I will do my best to make you happy", "You already have." I cried. Our lips came together, and his hand slid down my back, under the elastic of my briefs, and cupped my tight round cheek. I could feel my dick leaking and soaking the front of my briefs. I couldn't catch my breath, and could feel his body shaking. I knew he was not only physically excited, but scared too. "I love you Bryan." He said. I pulled away from his embrace, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom.
I stripped out of my briefs, and lay down on my back on the bed. He stood next to the bed, a smile on his face and said, " I can't believe I am doing this. I can't believe how bad I want to." As he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. I had seen him without a shirt many times before, but knowing that this time I could stroke his chest, and suck and lick his nipples drove me wild. He unfastened his pants, and let them fall to the floor leaving him standing in his blue and white striped boxers. His huge cock was very prominent and straining the front of his shorts, there was a large wet spot on the front. He stepped out of his pants and shoes, bending at the waist to pull off his socks.
He stood in just his boxers, staring at me. His legs were muscular and strong looking, covered in a fine layer of hair. His broad chest with a line of dark hairrunning down to a thin streak as it went under the elastic of his shorts. His nipples were hard, and about the size of quarters. His skin was a dark tan getting lighter as it approached the boxers. All in all, he was hot. "I have undressed in front of you many times," he said "but this time a feel shy. I hope you like what you see, I never cared before." "Oh, god, yes I like what I see, I have enjoyed it for a long time, ever since we were little." He slid the boxers down revealing his rock hard tool. I had not seen it hard since we were twelve; it was so much bigger now. My he had grown. It was almost ten inches long, but still slim. It had a nice rounded head that was leaking profusely, dripping on the floor. He climbed into bed on top of me. Kissing me deeply on the mouth, our bodies fitting snuggly together, our steel shafts lying next to each other.
It must have been a natural instinct to start moving. Our hips humped together, picking up each other's rhythm, out tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth and throats. I am not sure who moaned, and it didn't matter, we were one. One heart, one soul, one body moving together to an orgasm that we had never been able to achieve, alone or with anyone else. Nothing could compare to the feelings that flooded our bodies as the warm flood of cum filled the space between us, dripping down my sides soaking the white sheets of my bed. The bed I had prepared a week ago for just this night. The bed where I cried every night this week because I thought this day would never come. The bed where my despair was overwhelming because I thought I had lost Mark forever, and now, the bed where we consummated our love. I knew now that he was mine forever. I could feel his tears dripping down my cheeks, mixing with mine. He pushed back holding himself on his strong masculine arms. Our groins still pressed together, looked deep in my eyes and said. "I love you Bryan."
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