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What We Are - Richieâs Story
By: R. Ryan
Chapter 7: Saturday Night
After they said their good-byes, Richie thanked Stephanie for the ride, then ran up to the back door and into the house. He kicked off his Nikes, then went into the empty kitchen and looked up at the clock. Noticing that it was 4:35, and an hour and a half before supper time, his stomach growled, reminding him that he hadnât eaten anything since breakfast. Deciding he would die if he tried to wait for supper, he hastily threw together a ham sandwich, poured himself a glass of milk, then headed for his room. As he passed the family room, he saw his parents sitting on the couch, his dad reading the paper while his mom thumbed through the TV Guide.
âHey, guys,â he said as he passed the doorway.
âRichie?â called his mother.
âYeah, Mom,â he answered, retracing his steps to lean on the doorjamb.
âHow are you feeling, honey?â
âItâs aching a little right now, so I thought Iâd go up and take one of those pills.â
âGood. Then why donât you lie down for a while. Iâll call you when supperâs ready.â
âOK, Mom, I will. Thanks.â
When he reached his bedroom, he put his milk and sandwich on the night stand, then sat on the edge of his bed before picking up the bottle of pills. Snatching his sandwich up with his free hand, he took a big bite as he started to read the label again. He was about to open the bottle when he remembered the pill he had stuffed in his pocket earlier. Taking another bite from his sandwich, he dug out the pill, popped it into his mouth, then followed it with a big gulp of milk. Being as hungry as he was, it didnât take him long to finish his snack. As he drained the last of his milk, he let his mind recap all that had happened to him in the last twenty four hours.
He had made three new friends, all two years older than him. First Kevin, though not under the best of circumstances, then Kyle, and finally Stephanie. He was a bit surprised that Stephanie had opened up to him the way she did, but he liked her, and hoped she could resolve her problems with Kevin. He felt that Kyle had wanted to talk to him on a personal level as well, that there was something bothering him, but Richie had no clue as to what it might be. He was really beginning to like Kyle, and wanted to get to know him better. Then there was Kevin, with his willingness to help him so much when he needed it. Kevin, with those killer brown eyes.
Stretching out on his bed, he closed his eyes and recalled the picture of Kevin again, standing stark naked in front of him in his bedroom. That beautiful sculpted body with that gorgeous dick and low hanging balls, just inches from his face. Then an image of Kyle filled his head, nearly naked, standing next to him in the dressing room. He thought of his teen model looks, his perfect white teeth, and his beautifully proportioned genitals. Soon, Richieâs dick was rock hard within the confines his blue jeans.
His thoughts shifted again to his conversation with Stephanie. She told him that he was what every girl wanted. âYeah, right,â he thought, âNot if they knew the real Richard Andrews. Not if they knew he was attracted to boys.â Then he remembered how Kyle had called him a stud. What did he mean by that? Did he mean that he, Kyle, thought him a stud - or did he mean some girl would think him a stud? âWhy couldnât he be like everybody else,â he wondered, âWhy didnât he have feelings for girls instead of boys.â Grappling with this ongoing dilemma concerning his sexuality, Richie thought once again about that fateful Friday night a week ago, when Lindy had jacked him off, and he had returned the favor.
******
All was quiet in his room as he lay there on his back, slowly coming down from the most incredible orgasm he ever had. As he returned to the real world, he was aware that Lindy was still laying next to him, patiently waiting for him to recover. As he lay there, he realized that his best friend didnât just jack him off per their agreement, but went beyond the call of duty so to speak. He had taken his time, caressing and teasing him before sending him into orbit. Having no idea how long it had been since he blew his load, he felt that the ball was now in his court, that he had to say something.
âThanks, Lindy, that was fantastic.â
âGlad ya liked it, bro.â
âLiked it? Oh yeah, I liked it alright.â
Actually, he liked it a lot. He had wanted it to go on forever. It wasnât just because of the intense orgasm, either. It was because it was Lindy who had given it to him. It was because of the way that Lindy had given it to him that made it so intense.
âLindy?â
âYeah, Rich?â
âWhat you did was incredible. I mean, you didnât just jack me off... you touched me in ways Iâve only dreamed about.â Turning his head to Lindy, he opened his eyes for the first time and asked, âWhere did you learn to do that, man? Did Ronnie do that for you?â
âHell no. He just grabbed my dick and jacked away.â
âThen why did you... â
Cutting him off, Lindy said, âLook, Rich, youâre my best bud, right? I just wanted to give you the best I could. I just did what I thought would make you feel good is all.â
Rolling on to his side to face his friend, Richie propped himself up on his elbow and smiled.
âWell, it was better than good, it was unbelievable. Now lay you ass down and let me see if I can match it.â
As Lindy stretched out flat on his back, his flaccid penis laying across his thigh, Richie knew he was about to do what he had dreamed of doing for so long. He didnât know if he could top what Lindy did, but he was sure as hell going to try.
He positioned himself as Lindy had, sitting cross-legged, Indian style, with his knees almost touching Lindyâs side. He placed both of his hands gently on Lindyâs chest, one on each side, just below his pecs. For just a moment he let his hands rest where they were, feeling Lindyâs chest rise and fall with each breath. He felt the steady beating of Lindyâs heart as he sat motionless, taking in the beauty of his best friends body that lay before him. Then, almost imperceptibly, he began to move his hands in small circles. As he widened his circular movements, his hands moved over Lindyâs ribs, down his sides, then over his hips. He never lost contact with Lindyâs skin as he moved them up to his stomach, then back to his chest, higher now, toward his nipples. Riche kept this up for a few minutes, his hands alternating between Lindyâs stomach and sides, his chest and nipples, softly caressing his warm exposed flesh. Each time he crossed Lindyâs chest, he would linger there long enough to feel his slowly increasing heartbeats.
As he methodically moved his hands over Lindyâs body, he watched as his perfect cut dick began to inflate. âWhat a beautiful dickâ, thought Richie while he watched it reach its full hardness, as yet untouched.
After he glided his hands over Lindyâs stomach for a few more seconds, he changed his approach. He slid his right hand up Lindyâs chest to his right nipple, while he let his left hand wander down to his abdomen, just above his pubic hair. As he circled around Lindyâs abdomen with his left hand, he gently rubbed his nipple with the palm of his right, making it erect and firm. When he moved his right hand to the left nipple, he stroked up and down Lindyâs upper thighs with his left. First the right one, then the left.
When both of his nipples were fully aroused, he brought his right hand back to Lindyâs stomach while he slipped his left hand between his legs, just below his scrotum. Now softly groaning from Richieâs sensuous touch, Lindy spread his legs to allow him full access to the silky soft flesh of his inner thighs. Richie couldnât believe how soft and smooth the hairless skin felt as he stroked up and down between Lindyâs legs. Wanting to take his time at what he was doing, he purposely avoided touching Lindyâs balls as he moved from one leg to the other. Feeling the intense heat that radiated from the flesh beneath his hand caused Richieâs dick to become rock-hard again.
After a few more minutes of caressing Lindyâs legs and stomach, Richie moved his right hand to his pubic bush, entwining the hairs in his fingers. At the same time, he slid his left hand up and cupped his friendâs hairless balls, gently kneading them with his fingers. The silky-soft skin of his ball sack felt hot to Richieâs touch, as if it had a furnace hidden within it. Feeling this heat on his fingers as he fondled Lindyâs balls, caused Richieâs own excitement to grow. It also caused Lindy to groan louder, arching his neck against the pillow. After a few minutes of this, Richie slid the palm of his right hand across the underside of Lindyâs dick, and down to his balls. He then encircled his scrotum at the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger. Applying a small amount of pressure, he squeezed his friends balls in the palm of his hand as he tugged them downward. At the same time, he slipped the middle finger of his other hand down to the area between his scrotum and his anus. He began to stimulate this sensitive area by rubbing his finger back and forth, traveling all the way from his scrotum to the edge of his hole, then back again.
Lindy was groaning louder now, his breath coming in shorter gasps. Seeing a small drop of pre-cum seep from Lindyâs piss slit as his dick pulsed with his heartbeat, Richie had an almost overwhelming desire to lick it, to taste it on his tongue, to feel its warmth in his mouth. He wanted to suck Lindyâs entire rock hard cock into his mouth, and feel it pulse against the back of his throat. Fighting off these urges as his own dick seeped pre-cum, Richie continued to pleasure his friend.
Wrapping the fingers of his right hand in a fist around Lindyâs cock, Richie squeezed and rolled his balls around in his left. When he did this, Lindy began to squirm around on the bed as if his body was going into convulsions. His dick was leaking profusely now as Richie started to slowly stroke the length of it, picking up pre-cum from the tip for lubrication.
When finally he sensed that Lindy was getting close, Richie changed hands, then stepped up his stroking action, the pre-cum allowing his hand to slide easily over Lindyâs engorged member. He increased his pace when he saw Lindyâs balls begin to tighten, pulling themselves closer to his body as he approached his orgasm.
Looking down at his best friend, thrashing about in the throws of ecstasy, Richie began to shake with desire. Unable to control himself, he leaned over his friendâs outstretched body and placed his lips over one of his rigid nipples, sucking it into his mouth. While Richie furiously pounded Lindyâs cock and sucked his nipple, Lindyâs organ erupted in torrents of boy cum. Glob after glob of creamy love juice splashed onto the two boys, most of it landing on Richieâs cheek and arm, the rest pooling onto Lindyâs stomach.
Then, without warning, Richieâs penis erupted as his own orgasm overtook him, expelling sperm onto his hunched over stomach where it dripped down to the bed sheets below.
Richie was in shear panic as he lifted his head from Lindyâs saliva coated nipple. He knew he had crossed the line. Not only did he suck on Lindyâs nipple, but he had been so turned-on that he had an orgasm of his own, without even touching himself. Keeping a cool head, Richie continued to milk the last of Lindyâs cum from his dick as he fished around for some of the sheets that were bunched between his own legs. Grabbing a fistful of the linen, he wiped the cum from his stomach, hoping - no, praying - that Lindy wouldnât come down too soon and catch him. Explaining why he had sucked on his nipple will be hard enough to do, but explaining why he had come all over himself as well, would be impossible.
Sopping up the last of his juices, Richie released his friends now limp penis and looked at the cum that was smeared all over his hand. His immediate reaction was to wipe it off on the sheets, but at the last minute he stopped himself. Bringing his hand to his nose, he sniffed it, then, without hesitation, he licked some of it into his mouth. He had tasted his own cum once, but this was different, this was Lindyâs cum. It had the same sweet and salty taste that his own had, but it was still different somehow. It felt a little thicker in his mouth, and tasted a little stronger. He knew what he was doing was wrong, perverted even, but he enjoyed it just the same as he swirled Lindyâs cum around in his mouth before swallowing. Just then, Lindy began to stir, as he moaned softly in his throat. Looking down at his own crotch to make sure his dick was now limp and cum free, Richie wiped off his hand and waited.
After several moments of total silence, Lindy began to stir again. A wide grin grew across his face as he opened his eyes to look up at Richie.
âWow, Rich, that was unbelievable. I never dreamed it could feel that good.â
Wanting to get past this moment as fast as possible, Richie said, âI just did what you did, bro. I just wanted to do the best I could for my best friend is all.â
âOh, you did that, alright.â
There was another short silence in the room as Lindy closed his eyes and stretched his body out on the bed like a contented cat. Then, while he gently caressed his left nipple, he softly sucked in his breath.
âWhen you sucked on my nipple, I thought I would explode. I mean, that was unreal. Iâve never even dreamed about what it might feel like to have my nipple sucked.â
âGlad you liked it, bro, cause itâs the last time youâll get it. From me, anyway.â
Closing his eyes and smiling again, Lindy gave out a wistful sigh.
âOh, Rich, why couldnât you have big tits and a cunt. You are so good.â
âBite me, bitch,â laughed Richie as he elbowed his friend in the shoulder. âBy the way, thanks for doing this with me.â
âSo, youâre like OK with it then? With what I did to you, and what you did to me? Even though it was pretty gay?â
âI donât think it was pretty gay, Lindy. I think it was like way gay. But yeah, Iâm fine with it. Even though my first time having sex with another person was with a guy, it was with my best friend, and that made it special, a shared experience. I think sharing sex is way better than doing it solo, and even though this was a one time deal, Iâll never forget it, of that Iâm sure.â
âWhoa, Rich. I didnât know your mind was capable of such deep thoughts.â
âYa think? Well letâs see if my mind is capable causing my body to kick your scrawny ass, punk.â
With that, Richie fell on top of his friend where a no holds barred, cum smeared, naked boy wrestling match ensued.
******
âRichie? Richie, honey, wake up.â
Richieâs eyes fluttered open as his motherâs voice penetrated his groggy mind. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, gently brushing the hair from his forehead as she spoke.
âOh, hi, Mom. What time is it? Is supper ready?â
âItâs almost eight oâclock.â
âOh no. I missed supper then, huh? Iâm sorry, I didnât hear you call me. That pill I took must have really put me out.â
Smiling down at him his mother said, âNo dear. You didnât exactly miss supper. You didnât hear me call you because I didnât. I knew you would probably be sleeping, and I thought you needed rest right now more than food, so I let you sleep. I kept a plate for you in the fridge that Iâll warm up as soon as youâre ready for it. What I came up to tell you is, you have a phone call.â
âOh. OK, Iâll be right down.â Then, as his mother headed for the door he added, âMom?â
Turning back to him she answered, âYes, Richie?â
âThanks for letting me sleep... and, well, for everything.â
His mother just smiled back, hooked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the hallway, mouthed the word âPhoneâ, then was gone.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Richie sat up as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Glancing at the clock, which verified what his mother said, he knew it would be Lindy on the phone. âProbably wants to know how the hockey game went,â he thought. Rarely did a day end without one of them calling the other just to shoot the shit, or update each other on the dayâs activities. He stood up, adjusted his mussed clothes, then headed out of his room and down the stairs. As he entered the kitchen, he snatched up the cordless phone off the counter, slouched down on his chair, then smiled at his mother as he saw her preparing to warm up his supper.
Putting the phone to his ear, he said, âHey, bro, what up?â
âHey, Rich, how ya feeling, man?â It wasnât Lindy on the other end of the line.
âKevin?â
âWell, yeah. At least it was when I got up this morning.â
âSorry, man,â said Richie, his surprise registering in his voice, âI was expecting it to be Lindy. Heâs usually the only one who calls me, so I just assumed it was him. Um, Iâm doing pretty good actually. I took a pill when I got back from the game and it kinda put me out for a while, but it sure takes the pain away. By the way, congrats on the goal this afternoon. It was intense, man.â
âThanks, man. It was pretty sweet, alright. My first shorthanded goal.â
âYeah, so I heard. Hell of a rush, huh?â
âThe best, man. The best,â he answered.
âSo, did you guys win? I was sort of worried about Kyle, so I left early to see how he was doing.â
âOh yeah, we won alright, despite Kyleâs performance.â
âHe feels really bad about that, ya know.â
âI know. The guys were really pissed at him, but since we won, theyâll get over it soon enough. I hear Stephanie gave you a ride home. I hope she didnât talk your ear off or anything.â
âNo, not at all. She did want to make mad passionate love to me, but I had to decline because of my condition, ya know.â
âIn your dreams, chump,â said Kevin with a laugh. Richieâs mother did not laugh, however, as she overheard him from across the room and gave him that âwatch your mouthâ look.
Blushing as he got the motherly message, Richie asked, âSo, are you with her now? She said you guys would be celebrating your goal tonight.â
âNah, I was over at her house for a little while, but thatâs all. Just got home a few minutes ago, so I thought Iâd give you a call to see how you were doin.â
Richie detected a definite dejected tone in Kevinâs voice, but decided to let it go.
âWell, like I said, Iâm doin OK. The pain seems to be goin away, and the bruise doesnât look nearly as bad as it did last night. Looks like the doctor knows what heâs talking about. I still donât feel up to anything strenuous tonight, so Iâll probably just chill here at home and watch the tube or somethin. How bout you? What you got planned for tonight?â
âNothin, I guess. Maybe Iâll hit the ice for a while and turn in early. I can always use a workout. Besides, skating helps me to clear my head sometimes, ya know?â
Before Richie could answer, he heard the familiar call waiting click in his ear.