This story is about two boys becoming fag friends. If this offends you, too bad. Any comments, please E-Mail me. Thanks.
Martin and Frank were regarded as best friends. Every day at school they would hang out with each other, and maybe one or two other friends. They could never get mad at each other, nor would they play stupid pranks on each other - they were too good friends to do something like that.
Martin was 14 years old. He was blonde, with blue eyes, and always had a fantastic smile. He swam for the first team of his school, which made his figure like that of a well-developed teenager. He had light wisps of hair on his arms, and bumfluff all over his body.
Frank was almost completely the opposite. He had dark hair, with sea green eyes. His hair was thick, and long - up to the base of his neck. The chicks really loved this, and he spent most of his free time hanging around with girls. He was the typical stud. At 15, he was more developed than Martin, but not much.
Frank liked to check out porno magazines. He had quite a collection - Penthouse, Playboy, Lesbian Love - which was illegal, and some others. He was the sex freak, and jerked himself off at least once a day. He envisaged these centerfolds squatting on his 5-inch boner, pumping up and down at an incredible speed - about the same speed his hand was moving. He did this mostly at night, when he was in bed - so one could imagine what his sheets looked like. His mother obviously knew what was going on, but she didn't say a thing - she regarded it as a phase he was going through, which it was.
Martin was the very conservative type person. He only did things that were regarded as "correct," and "proper." Things taught to him by his father - a single parent - who just happened to be a Reverend. Very strict family, but also extremely disciplined.
Anyway, let us get back to the story.
Martin and Frank were, as already discussed, best of friends. Most of the time, they would be at each others house, playing nintendo, cards, one-on-one basketball - just the kind of things best of friends do. They also had play fights and wrestling. They were both approximately the same strength, so each one got a turn in "winning" the play fights. They were both at Franks house for that day. That same day, they got into a serious discussion.
"Don't you wish you had a brother?" asked Martin
"But I've got a brother."
"Who?"
"You." They both smiled at the suggestion - they could virtually have been brothers.
"No, I mean - a real brother." Martin looked at Frank, now lying on the carpet, with his arms supporting his head, looking up at the sunroof. His facial expression changed from serious to pleasant every now and then - he was clearly thinking of what the situation would be like.
"Yesssss," Frank hissed. Frank had this fantastic imagination, so he was capable of imagining the wildest things, which he probably did. "It could be fun - but I prefer to be the only child. Why - do you wish you had a brother?"
"Yeah" Martin replied. "I would like to have a brother a bit younger than me."
"Why?"
"Well, it's difficult to explain. Never mind."
"No. Tell me why. I wanna know."
"You see, my dad's a priest, right?"
"Right"
"He kinda sticks to the bible quite a lot. In fact, he spends more time with his parish than he does with me. He's not like your dad, who loves you, and gives you lots of attention. He always tells me how much he loves me, but he never shows it."
"What do you mean?"
"Like your dad. When he comes in, he greets you all, and hugs and kisses your mom and sister, and you. My dad doesn't do that. He just comes in, and asks me how my day was. He doesn't show me love of any kind. He doesn't even hug me."
"Oh." Frank tried to imagine his father not loving him. "Gee, that must be shit" Frank thought.
"So I want a brother, so that I can be loved, hugged, play ball with, share emotions, and talk to."
"Who's your best friend?" Frank asked.
"Why, you are."
"So I can give you all that."
"Yeah - you can give me all that except the physical appreciation. Do you know, I've forgotten what it's like to be hugged?"
Frank looked at Martin in the eyes. He could see a faint hint of tears, and could see that his friend needed some kind of brotherly support.
"C'mere." Frank sat up and offered his arms out to Martin. Martin took the invitation, and gave his friend a hug to remember. He started crying, and gripped his friend tighter. One would think he lost his whole family in a house fire the way he was carrying on. Frank was quite surprised.
He had never seen this side of Martin. He never knew how Martin felt. He didn't realize that Martin was hurting inside. The hug lasted about two minutes, with a little back patting and back rubbing now and then.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Martin said, now wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what got into me."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
"Friends?" Martin put out his hand for a friendship handshake, and smiled his nice broad smile.
"Friends." Frank extended his hand in a handshake manner, but then instead of shaking his friends hand, he twisted it, gently, so that Martin was forced to turn around. He then gripped Martin around the throat with his left arm, and held Martin's hand behind his back with his right arm.
"Let's see you get out of this one, shithead."
They were on playing terms again. This kind of thing happened at least three times a week. Martin easily squirmed out of that one, and soon had Frank pinned down. After a bit of rolling around, and struggling, Frank gave up.
"You win." He said, panting with exhaustion. They both enjoyed a little play fighting now and then - it was good for the circulation. Martin had this wicked smile on his face - a victorious grin. Frank expected Martin to get off him, but that didn't happen. Instead, Martin started slowly descending his head, closer to his friends head.
"What are you doing?" Frank asked, puzzled.
"I don't know."
Martin wasn't lying. He didn't plan what he was going to do. He didn't know what he was going to do until he did it. Frank could have at any time threw Martin off, with a little effort, but instead, watched his friends every move.
He had a puzzled look on his face, and Martins expression changed from happy to puzzled too. His face kept on descending, until it was about 1 inch away from his buddy's face. There they looked each other in the eye for a few seconds, and then suddenly it happened. Martin kissed Frank fully on the lips. It wasn't a sick, spitty kiss, like a French kiss, nor was it a light peck. It was a deep kiss - no tongue - just a normal kiss, which lasted about double the time of a normal kiss.
They were both shocked. Frank was shocked to see his friend do this kind of thing, and Martin was shocked, because he did something like that.
"Er, I have to go." Martin stuttered
"Yeah" agreed Frank. He was still shocked, and didn't get up to see his friend out. He just lay there, on the floor, as if in some trance.
That night was not easy for either of them. They both thought of the incident, over and over again. It was like a bad dream come true. That was the only night that Frank didn't masturbate. He was too much in shock. Martin was probably the most upset. He imagined how his friend would mock him, and tell everybody in school what happened. He imagined his father shouting at him, just like he shouts at everybody at church. "You are all sinners!" he would shout, and make everybody feel bad. He imagined burning in hell for a thousand generations for his wicked acts. He didn't get much sleep that night.
The next day, Martin was almost afraid to see Frank. He walked up the stairs towards the school, waiting for people to call him faggot or something like that. Suddenly, somebody wrapped their arm around his shoulder.
"Hey buddy!" That voice sounded familiar.
"Frank." Martin looked around at his friend, and saw that his friend was just as happy as he always was. Good. He is not condemning him for that act.
"About yesterday..." Frank started
"I'm sorry - I don't know what came over me!" Martin shouted in defense.
"Hey look, it's cool. It's okay. I'm not mad at you."
"You aren't?"
"No. In fact, I'm sure that's what brothers do, and I'm willing to be as close to you as a brother would be. To be honest, that was kind of interesting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It's like kissing my dad, except your face is not so rough. I couldn't actually feel the difference between you and a girl. It's about the same."
"Do you think I'm queer?"
"It doesn't matter what I or anybody else thinks. I like you for who you are, and what you do. Nothing could break this friendship of ours. Except maybe drugs."
Martin was relieved to hear that. It took a lot of pressure off him, and was able to sleep properly that night. Frank went back to his routine of wanking every night, and Martin went back to his father (no pun intended) to get preached every night. Things went on between the two like they always did, with a new addition - a hug now and then. This went on for a month, when Frank decided to share his wealth of porno magazines to his friend. It all happened at Franks place - again.
"You're a Christian, right?"
"I guess so." Answered Martin, in a very unsure way.
"Well, I'm not so sure about that myself, but I want to ask you something. Can Christians read porno magazines?"
"You got some?" Martins face lit up. He was clearly interested in this new topic.
"Yeah. You wanna see some?"
"Yeah." Martin was almost drooling at his friends suggestion. Frank went to his secret compartment under his bed, and hauled out the collection. Martins face shone with excitement as he paged through the collage of tit and pussy. He was clearly getting horny. Frank noticed the bulge in Martins shorts growing bigger and bigger, and his cock was also getting harder at the sight of his friends cock growing. Martin started fondling his lump through his shorts, not realizing that Frank was watching his every move.
"Do Christians beat off?" Asked Frank, in a very serious tone.
"I guess so. I do. Sometimes." Replied Martin, still concentrating on the porno pictures, and feeling his rock hard boner through his shorts. Frank started feeling his cock through his pants too, and got that usual lustful feeling he does almost every night.
"Apparently, it's nicer if somebody else beats you off." Claimed Frank.
"Yeah. I've heard that too." Martin was still rubbing his cock when he suddenly realized what his friend said. He looked up from the books directly into his buddy's face, which had now changed from naughty and wicked to lustful and horny.
"Wanna try each other?" Asked Martin, with a gulp in his throat.
"Sure."
They looked at each other take their whops out. They had never seen each others pricks with a hard-on before. It excited the both of them to see somebody else's cock. Martins cock was about the same size as Franks. It was shiny with pre-cum juices, and he was clearly horny. Franks cock was still dry on top, but when Martin touched it, it started bleeding lubricating juices. The boys started wanking each other off, slowly at first, and getting gradually faster.
"Oh this is much better than doing yourself" exclaimed Frank, now enjoying himself.
"Yeah" agreed Martin.
"Maybe we should stop" suggested Frank.
"Why?"
"`cos I'm going to cum soon."
"Yeah. So am I."
Regardless of the warnings, the boys carried on jerking each other off. Martin was the first to cum. He hadn't masturbated for such a long time, his balls were filled with semen. He shot load after load of cum all over his friends leg. His eyes were closed, and he was grunting heavily under his breath.
"Unnnn. Nnnngg. Uuuhh" he moaned with each powerful ejaculation of cum. Just then, Frank started cumming too. Since he masturbated virtually every night, the load wasn't as much as Martins. Nevertheless, he enjoyed his orgasm.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming" he exclaimed, with each wave of orgasm. His cum was not shooting out like his friends was, instead it was just oozing out with a little bit of force over his friends hand.
The orgasms subsided, and they both looked at each other in a repentant sort of way. Frank started rubbing in his friends sperm into the carpet with his foot, and watched Martin as he brought his hand closer to his face to examine his friends goo. By the way he was looking at the spunk on his hand, you would have thought that he had never seen it before. Martin brought his hand closer to his nose, and took a whiff of the pungent fluid that was now dripping over the back of his hand.
"It smells like mine" he said, in a sort of astonished way.
"Yeah. Cum is cum" added Frank, in an uninterested tone.
"Um... you mustn't tell anybody what happened here. If my dad finds out, he will kill me for sure."
"Okay - neither must you."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
This kind of thing happened at least once a week. The more they did it, the less guilty they felt. They would both go to Franks house, open up the porno's, and fantasize while they jerked each other's chains. Franks sister almost caught them once, but thank God she didn't. Nobody suspected the two, which suited them just fine. One day at school, Martin came up to Frank with a notion.
"My father is going on a youth camp this weekend."
"Oh. That's nice" said Frank, "where are you going to?"
"No. Not me. It's just my father and his youth parish."
"So who are you going to stay with?"
"Dad reckons that I can look after myself for the weekend."
"Oh, okay."
"I want you to come stay with me for the weekend."
"Sure, pal. That's if its okay with my parents. Do you want me to bring the magazines around?"
"No. Don't. I'm sure we can find something else to do rather than that."
"Okay".
Frank's parents agreed to the two of them staying over. They quite liked Martin and his values, so they didn't have any objection. The youth went off on the Friday afternoon, so Frank came over later in the evening. The whole evening, they did nothing else but play Risk, Monopoly and Cluedo. They only went to sleep at about 2am the next morning, and they woke up round about 10am. It was more fun to sleep next to your friend, so they got out the sleeping bags and lay them out on the large lounge. There the two lay, finally woken up, looking at each other. Finally, Martin spoke.
"What should we do today?"
"I dunno."
"Let's go swimming."
"Yeah."
Martin was fortunate enough to have a swimming pool at his home. This is where he got most of his practice. After the two had breakfast, they put on their trunks and went swimming. Naturally, Martin, being the more experienced, won all of the races they had. They swam for 2 hours before becoming exhausted, and decided to suntan a bit. Martin brought out some suntan lotion, and the two started putting some on themselves.
"Would you put some on my back for me?" Martin asked.
"Okay". Frank started rubbing suntan lotion in with his one hand, making sure that he got all of Martins back, and rubbing in the greasy fluid.
"You know. You have a nice build" remarked Frank.
"Thanks."
"You won't have a problem getting a girl anytime you want."
"Yeah" replied Martin, in a very nonchalant tone. Frank started using both of his hands to rub in the lotion. He was virtually massaging Martins back, rather than rubbing in lotion. Martin just sat there, taking the treatment as it came. Frank began roaming his hands around the sides of Martins body, in a much slower way. He then put some more suntan lotion on his hands, because the old batch was rubbed in. Frank started concentrating more on Martins sides, and began around his stomach area.
"That makes me feel good." Said Martin, with a slight hint of discomfort. Frank carried on, and moved his hands more up, and brushed over his friends breasts, which were, needless to say, slightly erect.
"That makes me horny." Martin said, in an uneasy way.
"You want me to stop?" A few seconds passed before Martin replied.
"No."
Martin turned around, now facing Frank. The two of them were sitting cross-legged, and Martin moved as close as he possibly could to his friend. He then proceeded to put some suntan lotion on his hands, and started doing his friends shoulders and arms.
"Now we can both do it." The two of them were caressing each other with suntan lotion, and making each other very excited.
"How about a hug" suggested Frank. Without answering, Martin stood up, ready to hug his friend. Frank joined him, and they started hugging each other. Hands rubbed each other's backs, and they pressed together tighter than one would in a friendship hug. The two of them felt each other's crotches becoming harder by the minute, but that didn't stop them. Martins hands wandered a little, and started feeling over Franks ass over his speedos. Frank did the same. The two separated, still holding each other around the waists. Frank stared into Martins eyes, and Martin stared back. They both had a glossy type lustful look on their face.
"You have beautiful eyes" commented Frank, who then moved forward, offering his lips to Martin. Martin quickly accepted, and the two of them were kissing again. Frank had kissed many a girl before, so he knew what to do. He forced his tongue through Martins lips, and started poking his tongue around inside Martins mouth. Martin did the same, and so the two of them were french kissing. They kissed for five minutes, then suspended the kiss.
"Geez, that was good" said Martin.
"Let's not take this too far."
"Yeah."
Even though the two boys jerked each other off in the past, they still had confused feelings about doing what they just did. They lied down, and took a little bit of sun before going back inside. After supper, the two decided to get some movies. Martin picked one, and Frank picked one. Martin picked a kung-fu type movie, and Frank picked one with the most sex - something that he had probably already seen many times before. The kung-fu movie was exciting, but they both looked forward to the sexy movie. Frank more than Martin, being the more perverted of the two. They started watching the movie, and within ten minutes, the main actor and actress were graunching away. It was all exciting to see, the fondling and grabbing and panting away, so naturally, the boys got aroused. The two looked at each other exactly the same time, and with lewd looks in their eyes. Both of them had strange feelings in their stomachs, and goose bumps all around.
"You know, when I kissed you today, it felt better than when I do it with a girl" said Frank.
"Oh yeah?"
"And when you're with me, I feel more comfortable than with a girl."
"Uh-huh."
"Kiss me again. Hold me. Please." Begged Frank.
With that, the two started grabbing each other on the sofa. They fondled, and hugged and kissed, almost imitating those on the T.V. After a few minutes of groping, they decided to make it more interesting.
"Undress me, and then I'll undress you" suggested Martin.
"O.K." Frank started unbuttoning his friends shirt. He did it slowly, carefully caressing the soft skin below. He opened Martins shirt, exposing his hairless chest to the dim light that surrounded them. He ran his fingers over Martin's breasts, making them hard and bumpy.
"Close your eyes. Don't look." Martin obeyed, and closed his eyes. He didn't know what to expect next, but was astonished to find his friend sucking at his breasts. His cock, which was already stiff, gave a lurch when the spasmatic ecstasy shook his body. He was in heaven. Frank sucked at the one nipple, then proceeded over to the other nipple. He did this for a while, then got up, and kissed his friend again. While they were kissing, Frank took off his friends shirt, and started rubbing his back. The two pushed up against each other, crotch against crotch, and Martin shoved his hips deeper into his friends body.
Frank withdrew his kiss, and now stood in front of his friend, face to face. He then undid his friends levis, and took them down, his whole body going down with them. There he was, face to face with his best friends jockey shorts, his bulge clearly visible through the thin nylon. The top of his cock was soaking with juices, making a dark patch on the underwear. He rubbed his face on his friends crotch, making his cheek a bit wet with the pre-cum. Martin lifted up his legs to remove the Levi's, and Frank got up again.
"Your turn."
Martin did exactly what Frank did - almost as if it was a game of "follow-the-leader". After removing Franks pants, he got up, face to face with Frank, and put his hands in Franks underwear, and played with the rock-hard cock.
"We shouldn't be doing this" said Martin.
"You're right" agreed Frank. Nevertheless, they carried on. Frank stuck his hand in Martins underwear, and did the same thing.
"I think it's time for bed" suggested Martin.
"Yeah. Let's go to bed." Frank took his hand out of his friends jocks, and proceeded to his sleeping bag.
"No. I mean bed." Martin switched the lights off, took his friend by the arm, and lead him to his bedroom. They both fell on the bed, and felt each other out for a while. They kissed, hugged, fondled, and did a whole lot of foreplay.
"Lets take these things off. They're in the way" suggested Frank. Martin gulped. What were they getting themselves into? The two of them removed each others briefs, and were completely naked. They started masturbating each other when Frank interrupted the rhythm.
"I wanna try something" he said.
Martin let him go, and sensed that his partner moved into a different position. He felt his cock getting gripped, and then had this magnificent sensation. Frank was sucking his cock.
"Oh man, that is excellent" exclaimed Martin. "I wanna do that too."
Frank moved into a position where they could both suck each other off - a 69 position. The two of them were sucking at each others cocks - something they never thought they would do a day ago. Martin stopped sucking his friends cock, to warn his friend of what was going to happen.
"You better stop Frank, I'm almost there." Frank carried on.
"Frank. I'm going to cum soon." Frank was not interested.
"Frank! Oh God, I'm goi.. Go.. I'm cum.. Ming." With that, Martin started shooting his massive loads of semen.
"Oooooh. Nnnngggg. Mmmmnnn" he grunted while wave after wave of semen flowed out of his cock into his friends hungry mouth. Frank sucked out every drop of juice from his friends cock before he stopped.
"Where did you spit it?" asked Martin, concerned about his room.
"I didn't spit it out."
"Oh no! You didn't drink it, did you?"
"Yeah."
"That's gross!"
"Well, actually, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. It's actually quite tasty."
"No!"
"If you don't believe me, try it out yourself."
Martin was anxious to find out what it tasted like. With that, he took his friends still hard cock, and put it in his mouth. None of the two had ever sucked cock before in their lives, but they were both good at it. After a while of sucking, without warning, Frank came. Martin sucked each drop of cum that came trickling out of his friends cock, and drank every drop.
"Yeah. It's not too bad" agreed Martin.
They lay still. A while passed before somebody spoke.
"Do you think what we did is wrong?" asked Martin.
"Yeah."
"Would you do it again?"
"I guess." Another while passed before somebody spoke again.
"You are a good friend" said Frank.
"And you are a good friend too."
"You know what? I think I love you."
"And I love you too" replied Martin. With that, they gave each other a kiss, and went to sleep.