"You ever wonder what it would be like?" Andrews said while he held his breath. Mike was inhaling so he couldn't answer immediately. But he too wondered.
"Yea sometimes, you know when it's night and I'm jackin" he finally replied.
"Shit" Andrews said. Mike knew he was remembering his own self induced gratification of times passed.
"It's gay" Mike said sighing.
"Maybe" Andrews said again inhaling deeply.
"But fuck we could try it sometime, you know just so we know stuff" Mike said as he adjusted where he sat. His hardening cock had begun to tent his shorts.
"Maybe" Andrews said as he exhaled.
The room was full of the aroma of their smoke, sweat from the previous workout and ongoing musky odor.
They were still shirtless. Their sweaty torsos had dried by then. Andrews moved his leg next to Mike's. Mike didn't move away.
"Fuck I guess we should" Andrews said as he stood. "Well..." he waited
Mike stood and looked at his neighbor, friend of years and more.
"I guess we should do it while we're stoned" Mike suggested.
"Yea that way we can say it was the smoke" Andrews was smiling. His blue eyes glistened and his chest was raising and falling quickly to match his deep breaths.
"Fuck me" Mike said then laughed "I meant...well, I..." he felt the blush on his face.
Andrews moved forward and put his hands on Mike's bare shoulders. Their eyes were staring at each other. Their bodies seemed like magnets drawing the other closer.
The heat that radiated their bodies met then meshed as their skin touched. Chest against chest, stomachs pressing stomachs and crotches touching then pressing as they relaxed in each other's arms.
"You ok?" Mike asked.
"Shhhhh" Andrews said. He had pulled his head back so their eyes could meet again, then moved forward.
Their lips touched and pressed as if not knowing what to do next.
"It's ok man" Andrews said, his whisper level voice disappearing into Mike's open mouth. His tongue followed and then his lips moved against Mikes, open to allow his tongue to enter.
Their eyes closed. Neither knew why, it just seemed to help. Their arms adjusted holding each other's torso's tighter. They felt each other's teeth, tongues, roofs of their mouths. Their lips rubbed and their tongues stroked each other.
Both moved their arms and chests so they rubbed against each other as if to feel each other's skin, nipples and sweat.
"yea" Mike sighed as they parted. They had not planned it. There was no sign or word. They both backed away just enough a distance to bend and lift their legs as they removed their shorts.
Their cocks were rock hard. Neither wanted to answer the question why they were hard, how they stimulated each other or if they were attracted.
Quivering hands touched the fleshy stalks, other hands cupped the testicles offered the other. There weren't any secrets anymore as they enjoyed the touch and the touching.
"Shit" Andrews sighed as he moved close again. Their arms and hands enveloped the heretofore privacies while their lips and tongues met again to unabashedly lick, suck, rub and savor. They weren't hesitating now. They had let their bodies ignore inhibitions, rationales and fears.
Their hands slid from cocks to buttocks. Neither knew what to do next. There was only the mental recording of each other's bodies. Their fingers absorbed shapes, contours, freckles, bumps, body hair, sweat and skin.
Each knew their relationship would never be the same. They had invaded and welcomed the invasion.
Their bodies moved to the floor where lips moved over each other. There was no strategy, no hunger, no reason. It just was what they wanted to do. Their kissing lips had never met before not even in jest. And now their kissing lips moved over shoulders, sides, arms, bellies, thighs, ball sacs, erections and back up to the pink circle.
"Yea" Mike engouranged the lips and tongue that was attacking his nipples. They were always triggers to his labido even though his own fingers tickled, rubbed and pinched them. Now it was different. There was pain and pleasure. Mike arched his back in esctasy.
Andrews didn't stop. He thrilled to see the control of another body he had by inflicting the nipple abuse. He wanted the same. He used a hand to pull Mike's fingers to his own nipple and was glad they did.
Their treatment became hard, painful, then light touches elicited gigles and sighs.
Mike's hand moved to Andrew's smooth round buttocks, letting his fingers moved between to touch a yet forbidden private zone. He felt the puckered flesh and was surprised by Andrews moving his buttocks back against his fingers.
He licked them and returned them to the waiting orafice which did not overly resist their entrance. He wondered if his partner had fingered himself when masturbating as he had many times.
"Oh yea" Andrews rewarded the fingers with his reaction.
Mike pressed deeper inside as Andrews kept pushing his butt back against them.
"God you're hot" Mike said.
Andrews didn't answer but used his teeth to nibble the erect pointed flesh which make Mike yelp but not pull away.
Their bodies were slick by sweat again. Their minds while foggy from their smoke knew what they were doing. There wasn't anyone to judge them. There weren't any deadlines. And they had both shed the protective layers of images to be only what their bodies needed and wanted.
"Wanna fuck you" Andrews said
Mike bent forward moving his chest past Andrews mouth to locate his cock. His lips which had touched only one boys penis before when very young, enveloped the cock that proposed to enter his ass.
He felt it's girth with his lips and length with his throat. The slight hip thrusts into his mouth pulled away from the fingers inside, then moved back on the fingers withdrawing from the worshipping warm mouth.
Mike knew he wanted the fucking. He wanted to fuck too. He wanted to try everything.
He moved to his knees and felt Andrews hands grip his hips. The cock covered with his own salava pressed into him. Mike wanted to yell out but feared his friend would stop. He breathed deep to let the foreign object in further.
"Breath" Andrews advised. His grip was tight and his cock felt way larger then it had felt in his mouth.
Mike forced himself to breath in and out though deeper and louder then usual. He cock moved around and then in and out. He was being fucked. It excited and hurt him at the same tinme.
He found himself pressing back onto the cock whenever it had nerely comletely left him. He wanted that cock.
As if knowing Mike wanted it more, harder and faster. Andrews body seemed to being to move in synch and was soon executing a fast paced pistoning of the boys hungry ass.
Mike's head was full of images. There ws Andrews lifting weights, sleeping on top of his sleeping bag when they went camping, streaking naked through a summer softball game with Samules from their neighborhood.
"Fuck me" Andrews said suddenly and after a brief shuffling they swapped positions almost. Andrews lay on his back and curled his legs high. Mike was soon looking down at his naked sweaty friend as he supported the legs held high.
His sweat didn't drip, it literally poured down onto Andrews face and chest as his cock stabbed inside the upturned buttocks that had had his fingers deep inside moments ago. He fucked hard, then slowly withdrew shivering at the sensations his mushroom head gave him rubbing against Andrew's intestines.
Andrews ran from the room when Mike withdrew to stop his orgasm. He returned with a washrag and knelt to wash Mike's erect dick. He wiped his own then began to suck Mike's cock laying down.
Mike didn't need instruction. Their bodies seem to communicate with unspoken words as he lay down in the opposite direction, his mouth enveloping Andrews cock at the same time.
They licked, sucked, explored with tongues as their hands pet, smacked and grabbed each other's buttocks. Their fingers dove inside each other finding each other prostates needing massage.
Their throats swallowed the streams that escaped down their throats as their fingers urged the glands to pump.
"Fuck" Andrews lay back, panting feeling the results of his orgasm. Mike giggled then lay his head on Andrews stomach. "Yea" he added.
They lay there letting their bodies recover. Their minds fought recovering too. They were not ready to make it memories yet.
Andrews stroked Mike's hair. Mike pet his skin.
"Let's shower" Mike said. They soaped, rinsed, fondled, kissed, laughed and dried each other till the promise of sleep urged them to share the bed.
They didn't talk about it, their bodies moved close and arms enveloped as they welcomed the intimacy of their sleep.
"If you wake up, let me know" Andrews said.
Mike would. His lips would find his friend in the darkness and let their bodies and souls talk again.
They would try again.
And like it.