The following story may contain descriptions of sexual encounters and contact among consenting adults. Of course, my story is a work of fiction; however, it maybe loosely based upon facts and experiences that my friends and I have discussed openly or personally experienced. Many of the facts are drawn from actual life experiences and life experiences of people that I care deeply about; therefore, specific names, places, times, and dates have been altered to protect all innocent parties. I'm a baby boomer who grew into maturity during the 1960s. All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted and is not to be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. This story is sexual explicit, so, if you are not of legal age do not read the story. If you do read stories on Nifty contribute.
Chapter 3: Opposites Attract
With tears in his eyes Mark got up off the bed, ambled over to the stereo and put another stack of LPs on the turntable. First LP to drop, Buddy Holly singing That'll Be The Day. Nope, didn't that song as a reminder of plane crash and fiery deaths. Dropped another record. Johnny Cash belting out Ring of Fire. Nope, not that song either, not today, so Mark moved the tonearm inward and Johnny began to sing Oh Lonesome Me. Again, not a song Mark wanted to hear that day.
A new LP, Elvis singing Jailhouse Rock. With that music playing the memory of his friend's death in Vietnam began to wane. He had no idea what his best friend Boomer experienced while in the jungles of Vietnam but had an inkling. Mark decided to play it by ear with his old friend at dinner. He'd let Boomer make the first move.
Boomer, a somewhat pudgy teen who'd introduced him to mutual jacking off and sixty-nining many years prior had become a hard-core war machine. He'd survived almost two years in combat and returned to the world an emotionally wounded war hero. Mark saw firsthand at the university how the unjust war had taken physical and emotional toll on thousands of other young men returning from Vietnam. Now, Mark saw the same emotional damage that affected him and other returnees now affecting Boomer.
For some uncanny reason at times Mark felt that the heroes who made the ultimate sacrifice might have been lucky. They didn't make it home alive to suffer the grievous aftermath of wounds or protestors blaming them for the war. What a fucked-up society filled with dissent and disrespect as well as visceral hate direct towards those that chose to serve Mark thought.
Mark began daydreaming about how he and Boomer met after his family moved to the new upscale community in Long Beach from New Jersey years prior. One would think that Boomer and Mark might never have become friends because they were so different in so many ways during days before high school, but opposites attract.
When the two first met Mark experienced no immediate attraction to a shy chubby Boomer as a friend. Mark quickly learned that his soon to be new friend, something of a bookworm homebody momma's boy, played the saxophone and piano. Mark on the other hand had come from the tough streets of Jersey.
When Mark first arrived at a party thrown for his family Boomer played his saxophone on the makeshift stage with a group of other boys playing instruments and singing. Boomer did not appear athletically fit however the two still managed to hit it off becoming best buds within hours of meeting.
Mark attributed the teen's chubbiness, a few ponds of baby fat, to the fact that maybe he'd entered puberty late. Mark on the other hand, even though a couple months younger, puberty hit quick and hard around twelve years of age before his family moved west. Mark the taller, leaner and more athletic of the two sought out adventure and outdoorsy sports. Mark's outgoing streetwise personality, opposite of Boomer the introvert, enjoyed roller-skating, skateboarding as well as building hot rods and motorcycles with his dad.
Although Boomer appeared demure when they first met with Mark's help he overcame his shyness. Within a few months he turned into an athletically fit and handsome teenager by the time they finished high school. Throughout their friendship Boomer maintained his pleasant personality, dark tight curly hair, beautiful creamy complexion and perfect white teeth that complimented his personable smile. The first thing that caught Mark's eye when they met, Boomer's angelic face with alluring green eyes making his new friend not only attractive and handsome, but desirable and sexy as their friendship developed over the years.
The Black's, Boomer's parents, threw a large neighborhood welcome party for the Hunter family a month after they moved across country from New Jersey into the affluent Long Beach community near the ocean. After playing music and singing for the partygoers Boomer and his boy band along with Mark began to enjoy food and party atmosphere. They swam in the Black's lavish pool and talked into the night all getting acquainted. Slowly, the others bid farewell departing for their homes in the community.
Last ones out of the pool that Friday night, the two boys stripped off their swim suites to rinse the chlorine off their bodies under the shower in the pool house. The boys stood naked facing each other at arms length under the big shower head furtively eying each other's nude bodies with lustful glances. Mark had never entertained any sexual notions about engaging in sex with another boy, but Boomer captivated his attention that night.
Although neither boy had any indication that they might be homosexual at the time they were impressed with what they saw. Mark lost control and began to spring a semi-erection. Even though a little on the chubby side Boomer exhibited a most spectacular semi-erect penis. Inside the pool house the two took longer than necessary rinsing the chlorine off their bodies stealing one glance after the other at each other's bodies, but more so concentrating on their cocks.
Once out and dry one thing led to the other and by early morning hours on Saturday the boys sleeping nude together in Boomer's bed had become best friends. Although nothing sexual took place between the two that night electricity sparked between them as their naked flesh touched. The seeds had been planted. Both boys were impressed with what they'd seen of each other's bodies in the pool house.
By Saturday afternoon the covert sexual handshake led to conversation regarding sex. After a couple hours the two engaged in mutual masturbation. >From that moment on the two couldn't get enough of touching each other's cocks. Each touch more electrifying than the previous.
Something magical began to develop between them when they jacked each other off and then performed oral sex. After the welcome to the community party Boomer and Mark did everything together, including many sleepovers at each other's homes. Boomer helped his new friend become adjusted to the new neighborhood, neighbors and school they would attend in the fall. In turn Mark introduced Boomer to a multitude of new adventures in life; however, the most important thing for Mark, Boomer introduced his new friend to oral sex. Something once started Mark just couldn't get enough.
The two became jack off buddies and within hours of meeting that summer and then the two were engaging in sixty-nine sessions. Where you saw one you always saw the other until time to go off to college, work, or fulfill military obligations after graduation. Boomer and Mark could've taken safer roads on life's journey after graduation; however, they didn't want to start college and then get caught up in the draft.
Both boys had grades to get into most universities; instead of college the boys opted to join the Army to get their military obligation out of the way. Boomer could've followed his father going to work for the big aircraft plant in Long Beach, where his dad held a high-level executive position, and attend Cal State Long Beach. Mark could've followed in his father's footsteps and gone to work for the huge electric utility company in Southern California; however, both boys decided to enlist in the Army to get a leg up on choice jobs and assignments instead of infantry duty in Vietnam as well as take advantage of GI benefits.
Although both enlisted under the buddy system at the same time for the same job training classification and assignments, the Vietnam War buildup had other plans for them.
After Basic Training, Army needs out weighed what the men signed up for, and they went separate ways. Both boys attempted to correspond for a while; however, after a couple months their attempts to correspond waned and they heard nothing more from each other over the years. Mark's parents relayed information to their son about Boomer as they received it from the Blacks and vice versus. Like many who promised to remain in contact they eventually stopped writing: Boomer first and then Mark. Somehow both men survived the horrible ordeal of the Vietnam War and returned to the world.
One came home relatively unscathed while the other had been wounded physically and emotionally--spit out an emotional wreck.
Mark needed to find out what his former best bud had been up to since he'd seen him last. He had many questions for Boomer, hoping for a couple weeks of aimless sex. If so, he'd lucked out, none of his other sexual playmates were going to be around for at least a week maybe longer. He'd have Boomer all to himself. Mark called to make reservations at Basil's for 7pm that night, and then called his mom to let her know about Boomer being home before he took a shower.
With a healthy hard on in hand he rubbed one out getting a nut before he concluded showering. Mark fantasized about his mouth engulfing Boomer's perfect cock; something he anticipated enjoying tasting again. Mark methodically began hammering his meat fantasizing about sucking on that beautiful cock. The feeling of impending ejaculation began to build. Suddenly, ropes of spooge shot out of the tip of his penis splashing on the shower surround. Mark milked his cock down, tasting some of his cum before turning the water off. He then dressed for dinner.