Disclaimer: Please read: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and is for adult eyes only. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and names are also made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. one
I guess in order for you to get an honest perception of my situation, I should give you a brief description of me as well as Robbie, and a little back-round information as well, this way you can form your own opinions about my current situation. K, to begin with, my name is Abe, short of course for Abraham. I know, I know, but you have to understand that when I was born and my parents named me, we lived within the Amish community, where most names are chosen from the bible. I had just turned ten years old when My mom decided she wanted me to live a more fuller life, and to grow up with a lot less restrictions. Guess she didn't totally understand the strict rules of the Amish people and their way of life when she married my dad. He being born and raised within the community himself, had no desire to ever leave.
Therefore shortly after my tenth birthday, my mom awoke me while every one else was sound asleep, and somewhere around midnight she smuggled me out. Like thieves in the night, I remember running up the long dirt road that led us to the highway, with my moms tight grip on my hand, as she sobbed all the way, mostly, I found out years later from fright rather than sadness. We ran for what seemed like hours to where my grandfather (her father) was waiting... to drive us to civilization, leaving behind my dad and the only home I had ever known.
I will not annoy or bore you with all the details of resettling in our new town, a suburb of Boston, and the past seven years of my life... none of which are very important, since what I have to say all took place after my seventeenth birthday. I will however say this much, with my grandfathers help, my mom bought a home in a quiet area about thirty minutes from downtown Boston. This is where I met Robbie, he and his parents being our next door neighbors. Before I go any further, I'd like to throw this in...while growing up in the Amish community, I had been taught over and over again that we each must come face to face with our demons as we travel through life, but little did I know at the tender age of ten...that my new best friend in the whole world would be one of them.
The thing is, Robbie and I are so different in so many different ways, how we became so attached, and the best of friends... I will never know. I mean when I first met Robbie I had instilled within me the extremely strict teachings of the Amish ways, so many rules you would think I was exaggerating if I went into detail, which I wont... I mean that's their way of life, so whatever! Just wanted to give you an idea of how different my friend and I are.
At ten years old I was a skinny, shy, extremely timid, and a very passive young boy. Shoulder length dark brown hair and large brown eyes. Robbie on the other hand was as I said just the opposite. Timid, shy, passive? Not Robbie, anything but! He was everything I had been warned to stay away from. However, being the first friend in my new world, and living so close, I kept most of what he was all about ...a secret from my mom, which at the time was the vulgarity he used, his mean streak, and his selfishness.
At ten he was already into sports, playing team soccer during the summer and hockey during the winter. By the time we reached High School, he was the captain of our football team, as well as our wrestling team. Also played on our baseball team as a catcher. So you get the picture, he was a jock as a young boy, and became more of a jock as he grew older. Now as we hit our seventeenth years, all I can say is this, he and I would never pass as twins. I have of course grown-up some what, not the skinny boy I was back then. Today at five feet seven, and a hundred and thirty three pounds with enough muscle to fight my way out of tough situations if need be, (thanks to the help and guidance of my best bud) I can look in the mirror and be somewhat proud of my body. However with that said, I can honestly say that my body can't even come close to competing with Robbie's. He is truly the idol of the entire school, and the heart throb of many. At five eleven inches, and a hundred and sixty something pounds with zero body fat, the dude is a walking heap of muscle...I swear. The rest of us guys at school are lucky if we even get to score with the chicks he has no use for.
I actually am more lucky than some of the other guys, only because most of the chicks he has no use for, choose me just to be close to him, but I'm not complaining, trust me. Of course his well muscled body is only a fraction of his total package. His bleached blond hair, colt blue eyes, and those dimples in his cheek when he flashes those bright pearls of white, certainly don't hurt his looks. But, some... however very few, shy away from him because of his conceited ways, selfishness, and sometimes mean spirit. I on the other hand seriously believe that his cocky attitude and self love, and his ability to never accept the word NO... only adds to his total package. Some of the not so brave dudes have often whispered amongst them selves that his exaggerated opinion of himself, and his vanity will only hurt him one day. When I over hear such talk, I'm quick to jump to his defense. "Exaggerated opinion?" I ask them. "What the hell is EXAGGERATED about the shape of his awesome body, and good looks, or his ability to lead the High School into victories by being the captain of our Football team, and wrestling team?"
Yeah ok, maybe he is selfish I'll be the first to admit that, but he's an only child, and comes from a heap of money.....he can't help it if he's always been given what he wants, and most of the time without even a slight argument, and if he isn't given it, he takes it, either way he believes that whatever he desires ...is his, no arguments! But is that totally his fault?... NO it isn't! That is how he was raised, how he was taught. Ya, I guess you can say I look up to my best friend, and would do anything for him. Not because he is the most popular teenage dude in our town, and not because of all the chicks I can get by being his best bud, and certainly not because without him as my best friend, there would be an awful lot of students at school that wouldn't even know I exist... nah, I look up to him mostly because he's always been there for me, helping me to understand that life itself isn't ALL about religion and withdrawal... helping me to build strength both in my body and my once shy mind.
I may not be into sports and body building as he is, and I may not be the bravest teen in the world, but what little I am...I owe to Robbie, and that's a fact. So ya, we maybe the total opposites in many ways, but by the time we finished our junior year of high school and the summer before our senior year, (which is where my problem begins) I was extremely proud to have him as my best friend, and found myself always trying to thank him for that honor.
Ok, enough with the boring details of our backrounds, on with my predicament. As I said, it all began the summer between our junior and senior year of High School. With only two and a half weeks remaining before returning to school. Robbie's on again off again girlfriend, Shannon... had been dumped by him again. This was like the fourth time in the three years they had been dating. From what Robbie says, the reason is simple, she won't give him head. It wasn't enough that she began letting him fuck her long before they were of age to do so...nope, with Robbie that's history... now he wants more from her...a lot more.
He wanted something that nearly all the girls at school ...at least in our town refuse to do. Taking some dudes cock into their mouths and sucking on it, was just not going to happen...least not from any of the goody two shoes at our school. But as I've said before, Robbie hasn't a clue what the word NO means! It was Thursday morning while Robb was laying on my bed spread eagle, wearing his tighty whities, his back leaning up against the head board of my bed trying to conquer the latest Gameboy II game.
I was rummaging through my closet looking for something different to wear that day. While at the same time a little agitated with Robbie from the night before. It was just another sleep over night, like the millionth in the past seven years. Just as my eyes were shutting down for the night, the hundredth time since we crawled into my king size bed, Robbie was busy venting about how fucked up Shannon was for not wanting to blow him. "Seriously dude, she is like always bitching to me about the damn condoms. `Do you have one? Is it a strong one? You sure it's safe?' so you would think that if she's that fucking concerned about getting knocked up, it's all the more reason she should resolve to fuckin blowing me...huh? I mean she sure ain't gonna get pregnant from eating my babies...now is she!"
Trying my best to be a good bud, by giving him the ear he so needed, I sighed for the thousandth time. "Robbie? Listen to yourself, dude. You know as well as any of us horny dudes at school that getting head just is not going to happen, not with Shannon, not with any girl in this town...so my advice to you is to just give it up, man...forget about getting head, be thankful that YOU... (unlike most of us)...are at least getting laid WHENEVER you damn want!"
An even louder sigh from my bud...out doing my sigh by far. "Easy for you to say, I've been wanting to know how fuckin awesome it feels, having my dick buried in some chics mouth and throat...ever since I saw my first porn vid. Fuck dude, that has had me horny for a blow job ever since. Where as you wouldn't even watch the fucking vid with me...so how would you even know what you're missing? Tellin ya, Abe, that cunt took nine and a half fucking inches all the way down her throat....and that dude fucked her mouth as hard as he fucked her pussy...even harder, I think!" I knew I wasn't going to get through to him, I never could when it came to something that had him so worked up, so I gave up. "Look, Robbie, it isn't going to happen, she's not going to blow you, and after breaking up with her at least four different times because of it...you may as well just accept it! So before you need to go another day without getting your rocks off, and I might add that three days is a damn record for you... you may as well break down and call her. You know as well as I do, she'll fuck you five times tomorrow just to have you back, that should make up for not getting off for the last three days...eh?"
I should have known that I wouldn't get the last word in, nor would I be able to close my eyes and enter dream land. He sat up, flipped on the light, and sighed again...which made me sit up as well. When I looked over at him, he was gently and slowly massaging his package. Something he always did when discussing sex... not caring who was next to him while doing it. `Noooo way, dude, she's gonna pay for saying NO to me... this time. Besides I may just drop her anyway, that new babe that moved in over by Aaron Saunders has the hots for this hunk of meat. Just maybe willing to take it in her mouth too, that is after I fuck her brains out a few times."
He then looked down at his full hard on, the outline of his massive cock pressed against his rock hard abs, being held prisoner... hidden behind the soft tight cotton of his white briefs... briefs which were already too tight to begin with...stretching them even more so. The outline of his entire shaft as well as his bull size balls were now protruding through the tight cotton rather obscenely. With his thick mushroom shaped knob peeking out over the waistband, he turned to me and grinned. "Remember the last time you jerked me off, dude? Fuck you were pissed, for like a whole fuckin week." I watched as he began to jack himself slowly, that's when I decided to jump into the shower, I didn't want a repeat of what happened that night a month ago. I decided to take a long hot bath instead, so that he'd be asleep, once I returned to the room. Anyway, that's why I was upset with him from the night before...I didn't get to sleep till like three in the morning....and now here I am watching Robbie playing with a new game, ignoring me big time. "Hey dude, I'm going to shower, be out in a few, K?" "Whatever!"
Oh yeah, something I should tell you about. When Robbie and I were younger, we used to jack one another off like twice a week, but we stopped a couple of years later. Don't get me wrong. I'm not gay and of course Robbie isn't either. The jerking off stuff started after we both hit thirteen. We were just two innocent young teens, well, at least I was innocent, Robbie had already been jerked off by his younger cousin three or four times before I got into the act. Anyway, this went on for a couple of years, jerking each other off at least once sometimes twice a week. Then it stopped after we hit fifteen, that's when fucking twat was more exciting then getting a hand job from your best friend. Just thought this info might mean something later.
The night in question, which happened about a month ago? K, I may as well tell you about that too. We were again laying in bed talking about how much my girlfriend Tracy and his girl Shannon both loved getting fucked. Robbie was bragging about how thick and long his cock had gotten since we were fifteen. He even insisted on pulling it out and showing me it. Sure enough, I had to concede that his cock had grown up a lot in the past couple of years and was now a monster compared to mine. I knew he was horny, the dude is always horny 24/7, and if you get him on the topic of sex, well forget it, he's ready to fuck within seconds. So his next words only surprised me slightly. "Hey, wanna jerk me off like you used to? Look at this thick cock, Abe, it's so fucking hot right now it will probably only take you a few strokes, wanna?" I didn't want to, and not quite sure how to say no to him, I decided I needed just the right words... therefore I was hesitant to answer him. It didn't seem right anymore. We were older now, and even though it was my best bud in the whole world asking me, well simply put...jacking off another dude wasn't something that I felt comfortable about doing these days. "Nah, I'll pass, dude...I mean it's not like when we were kids doing it, ya know? We're older now, and it would be weird doing something like that, you know, it would be kinda ...well you know what I mean....kinda gay!" Robb's face showed the disappointment, even a little shock. "Are you serious, Abe? What the fuck is wrong with lending your best bud a hand? I mean it's not like we do this every day, and we both know that neither of us is a faggot....so what's the big deal? Go ahead, dude... just wrap your hand around my rod and stroke it like you used to... to tell ya the truth, you probably will need both hands these days...not likely one of your hands will fit around it anymore...hehe!"
I held my ground, hoping that Robbie after hearing me out, would agree with me that touching each others dick at our age was still kinda gay. "Listen, dude, you know you're the best friend any guy could ever want, and I would do absolutely anything for you, you name it... but I can't do this. Like I said, we're not kids anymore, and at our age, it just ain't right...it's just... well...it's just too gay, dude... it's as simple as that!" The look on Robbie's face changed from disappointment and surprise, to one of anger. "Dude? Are you calling me a fuckin fag, cause I want you to jack me off, is that what your saying? You want me to beat the shit out of you like I used to when we were younger? Remember those days, dude? When you pissed me off, and I had to punish you... is that what you want?"
It was my turn to be shocked and disappointed. "Oooh my God...no way...that's not what I'm saying at all! Robbie? ...I know you're no fag...you of all people... the biggest jock in school, the only dude that ever got to fuck four cheerleaders in one week, be serious, of course I'm not saying you're gay. All I'm saying is that if I place my hand around your dick and jack you off, I myself would feel sorta gay...I know we used to do it all the time, but that's when we didn't know any better, you get what I'm trying to say? I would feel that I was doing something wicked, if I did anything like that today! That's all, I swear!" The anger on Robbie's face still remained, nothing I just said made him feel any better. "I don't know what you're trying to say, all I know is that you're saying NO to me! How the fuck can you tell me in one breath that you'd do anything for me, anything at all, and then when I ask you to do me this one fucking favor, you quickly... without even giving it thought, say NO! Fuck dude, you know how horny I get, and it's been a whole three fucking days since I've gotten off, I'm fucking dying here, and you ...my best fucking friend in the world is saying NO to me...ok listen, I'll tell ya what...you jerk me off, and just so you wont feel like a fucking faggot, I'll do the same for you, deal?"
I knew I was fighting a losing battle, and I was very hurt that Robbie was so pissed off at me. He was right, I told him I'd do anything for him, and then I turn around and speak the unspeakable word, the one word he hated more than anything. I knew I would hate myself if Robbie remained pissed off at me. So I convinced myself that if he was going to go so far as to touch my dick, and rub it till I shoot, then how could I refuse him the favor?
"Ok dude, it's a deal, but never again after this...you gotta promise me that, ok?" The look of anger still remained pasted to his face, but I knew once I started massaging his massive shaft, he'd be quick to forgive. He knelt up on the bed, and straddled my chest, pulling the waist band of his cotton briefs down and tucking it under his large nut-sac. And for the first time in a long while, I noticed how fucking big he was getting. His shoulders were wicked broad, his chest was huge, his pecs were cut deep, and even his nipples stood out straight. His whole upper body tapered down into a perfect V shape. His thighs straddling my chest were thick and well muscled, his entire body was smooth except for some fine blond tufts of hair under his pits, a thin yellow trail leading from his navel down to a nice size patch of pubes just above his monster dick. His large nut-sac now resting on my upper chest was also smooth, and it was plump as hell, showing off the outline of two large egg shapes hidden behind the tight skin. His well muscled body now sitting comfortably on top of me, his full weight pressing on my abs, forcing my back deep into the mattress, had me wondering what he was up to. While looking down at me with that angry smirk still attached to his handsome face... and rubbing that massive cock of his. For some odd reason, my whole body started to quiver a little, I could feel tiny goosebumps forming all over me, the heat from his butt and thighs helped some what, but I was still feeling like a cold draft had entered my bedroom. Suddenly I remembered what I had been taught as a youngster, we all must come face to face with our demons as we travel along the path of life. Somehow I knew just then, that my best friend in the whole world was one of my demons. All the more reason I must never agree to take part in such a wicked act again.
"Robbie, what are you doing? Why you on top of me like this?" A slight grin appeared in place of the angry look. "Relax stud, I just figure if you're gonna jerk me off, then we may as well be comfortable while you're doing it, right? I know I'm comfortable...and from the look on your face...you look pretty fuckin comfortable too, kinda reminds you of when we wrestled every day... back then, this was your favorite position to be in, or have you forgotten that already?" I couldn't understand what was happening to me, my body began quivering beneath Robbie's powerful weight, I now had a strange feeling in my stomach, I just wanted to get this whole thing over with. "Of course I remember us always wrestling around, but I don't remember this being my favorite position, it was my least favorite, maybe. But not my favorite!" "It was your favorite, trust me. You used to love having me on top of you. Actually I always sat a little higher on your chest, remember? Kind of like this." With that said, Robbie slid his warm butt closer to my face, till his plump man size nut-sac was now resting on my chin, his thick cock still standing straight up-wards, only now it was directly over my face. I had never seen another dudes cock up close like this. Even when we did wrestle, we were always wearing something ...even if it were just underwear, and all those times I jerked him off, it was always through his open fly.
I felt my heart begin to pump faster, my nerves were getting on edge, my entire body was now shaking. I began to plead with my best friend. "Please get off me, dude, you're scaring me!..seriously man, I said I'd jerk you off...so get off me...so I can do it and get it over with!" A concerned look spread over Robbie's face. "What's you problem, dude? I'm not gonna fucking beat on you or anything, what the fuck you shaking for. I just decided that if your gonna jerk me off, I'd like to have you do it in this position. Go ahead Abe, look at it...look how fucking huge it's gotten since the last time you saw it. Come on ...wrap your hand around it, feel how hot it's gotten since back then. Look Abe, look at how fuckin thick it is now. Check out my balls, dude. Ain't they huge mother fuckers now, you can touch em if you want, fuck, dude, you're my best friend, you can even kiss em if you want, I don't give a shit!" It's true I was getting more scared by the second. "Please stop talking like that Robbie, I just wanna jack you off and get this over with as quickly as possible!" "Then what the fuck you waiting for, go ahead...wrap your hand around that big fucker, and start stroking it. Pump it nice and slow, for your best buddy here... You know what I think, Abe? I think you may even want to go back to doing this on a regular basis, after you feel how warm it is ....and oooh fuck... wait till you see how much jizz I can shoot these days... maybe a whole bucketful since it's been like twenty four hours since the last time...ya know! ... Go ahead, Abe... start stroking me!"
I felt as though I was losing it completely, his words were soft and quietly spoken. I needed to get this over with, get him off me, and then convince him, that I will never do anything like this again, best friend or not. I lifted my arm and placed my right hand around his massive cock. He was right, it was so damn warm, hot almost. He was right about something else too, I couldn't get my hand to go entirely around it. For some reason I felt envy and jealousy, it had to be close to twice as thick as my own dick. I also felt humiliation, I just couldn't believe I was laying beneath my best friend like this, with his nut-sac nearly touching my lips, and me pumping his huge power-tool.
I knew it wasn't going to take long, his head was thrown way back and his soft moans were getting louder. I looked up at his well developed chest and pecs, the muscles tightening up big time, his arms now thrown behind his head and locked together, showed off his well rounded biceps, and the wet tufts of blond hair in his pits. With his head thrown back like that, I noticed for the first time ever, the veins in his thick neck, no wonder the dude was so hot with the chicks, he was like a wild animal once his blood began flowing.
I was amazed at how hot his shaft was getting, it was so wicked warm, then I felt his nut-sac tighten up wicked hard, his body began to pulse, shifting his weight even closer to my face, with his nut-sac now covering my lips. It to was warm as hell, and I moved my face from one side to the other trying to throw his balls off my lips. The odor from his sac was so potent, and the more I tried not breathing it in, the more I inhaled. The smell from his nuts wasn't really dirty, but manly, and now they were building up sweat, and the sweat was being smeared onto my lips from me trying to shake them off my mouth. I had to struggle to pump his dick faster and harder. Hoping he'd shoot his load, and this humiliation would soon be over. Finally my wish came true, but the old saying `be careful what you wish for' suddenly came to mind, as large thick creamy gobs of another dudes seed, began splattering my entire face.
Robbie's copious amount of warm cum, blew straight upwards, then came down, and hit my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my ears, I felt like I was drowning in it. My eyes shut tightly, after the first glob hit my left eye, now it felt as though they were both coated with his sperm. I opened my mouth (BIG MISTAKE) to plead with him to wipe the cum off my eyes, but quickly received a full mouthful of his left nut. I felt my face still being occasionally splattered by the pellets of warm cum, but the pace was beginning to slow down. I began preying that Robbie would just come back to reality, look down at me... and notice that I couldn't see.
Again my prayer was answered, but before I was able to open my eyes once again ...I had to go through some extremely embarrassing moments of listening to him verbally humiliate me even more. "Hey dude, I said you could kiss my nuts, not suck em, but after that awesome hand job... you can do anything you want...so go ahead, suck on em if you want. By the way, I just improved your looks one hundred percent, you're gonna be able to nail whatever fucking chic you want from now on...but you may have to tell them that it's my cum covering your face...or else they may think you were born looking like that." Suddenly it dawned on me, that I could just use my own fingers to scrape away the cum from my eyes, and after doing so I looked up into the grinning eyes of my best friend.
I still had a mouthful of his nut-sac, and there was nothing I could do to dislodge it from my mouth. His weight and position on top of me prevented me from doing anything but lay there beneath him. I tried pleading with him to get off me, but all that came out of my mouth was muffffhhhhs and more muffffhhhhs. This just made him laugh in hysterics. "Dude? What are you trying to say...huh? You asking me to remove my fucking balls from your mouth, is that it? Blink your eyes once for no, and three times for yes." I tried blinking my eyes, but they were pasted with dry cum, and was only able to blink them once. He started laughing even harder. "Oooooh , So you want me to leave it in your mouth, fuck dude, I have no prob with that, but could you do me a little favor, could you use your tongue to kind of clean em off a little bit?" I tried shaking my head no, but with his strong thighs planted on each side of my head, it was just another difficult task. "Tell you what, Abe, you give that nut a few licks, and I'll get off you, how's that?"
I actually had to think about that, ya, it was a real disgusting thought, me licking another dudes balls, but on the other hand, it was Robbie, and as it was, one of his baby makers was already in my mouth... so what did I have to lose. I know, I know, wicked disgusting, but the sooner I did it, the sooner this whole mess would be over with, then I could just lay back and enjoy the feeling of Robbie jacking me off. I used the tip of my tongue to swap over the portion of his nut-sac that was in my mouth, and heard him let out a few soft moans. I continued brushing my tongue over the huge ball of man meat planted solidly within my mouth. Not sure for how long, but after a while and to my surprise... Robbie kept his word, and lifted him self off me. "Good job, as a matter of fact, you were so good, I may even let you do this again in the morning! Maybe have you clean the other nut." I had the taste of my best friends sweaty balls in my mouth, and hearing these words from Robbie, I freaked, and subconsciously swallowed. I was surprised that I didn't need to run to the bathroom and barf. However, I did need to go and wash his dried cum off my face... or so I had planned. I was becoming slightly drunk from the strong potent odor of Robbie's thick creamy spunk covering my face like a mask...trying very hard to not inhale...but the harder I tried, the more of the exotic aroma drifted through my head.
Robbie was laying on his belly beside me, and as I started to get up from the bed, I felt a strong arm swing itself across my chest. "Where you going, dude?" Once again I was pinned on my back, this time by Robbie's strong forearm. "I need to go and wash your cum off my face, I'll be right back." I tried once again to lift myself up. This time I felt a powerful thigh drape across my lower abs, pinning me beneath it. "Nah, you can leave it on there till morning, let's just get some sleep!" I suddenly realized that my best friend betrayed me. "Sleep? What do you mean?... we had a deal, aren't you going to jack me off, before going to sleep?" Robbie lifted his head and looked me straight in the eyes. "Jack you off?... Hell noooo!...I'm no fag, dude!....now just get some sleep, and I want you to leave my cum on your face as punishment for saying NO to me earlier!" Punishment?? Punishment?? What the fuck was he talking about? He can't punish me, who the hell does he think he is? "DUDE? What do you mean punish me? What right do you have to punish me for anything?"
Again Robbie lifted his head and gave me an evil glare. "Listen Abe, even with that fucking awesome hand job you gave me, even with you so willingly sucking my right nut, I'm still not in a very good mood, so for your own sake, just close your eyes and go to sleep, before you fucking piss me off more than you already have, K?" His tone scared me again, but the look in his eyes scared me even more. I had to make a wicked tough decision, should I drop him as a friend? I decided to sleep on it and decide in the morning.
The next morning I awoke to a joyful voice in my ear. "Hey sleepyhead, what do you say we go and grab breakfast at Micky Dees? My treat, then if you want ...we can go and catch that movie you've been wanting to drag me to... come on...grab a shower, you look like shit, I'll just run home get some bucks, and you be ready by the time I get back, cause I'm like fuckin starving here." I was wicked pissed off at him, especially with him acting like nothing at all happened the night before, but that's Robbie in a nut shell. During breakfast I brought up the incident briefly. "Listen Dude, about last night... I never want to do that again...ok?" Robbie, just grinned, not making any promises. "Hey dude, better eat up, we'll be late for the matinee. By the way, Shannon's folks are away till late tonight, I plan on fucking her brains out, why don't you bring Tracy over and do the same, I think you'll feel better afterwards!" He had a good point, after last night I feel a need to reaffirm my manhood...if only for my own benefit.
Well, that was the incident a month ago that Robbie was referring to, and ya ...I was like pissed off at him big time for a good week or two after that. I pulled out an old tee-shirt that was handed down to me by Robbie. I remembered how he gave it to me after telling me it was his old cum rag. I was tempted to throw it away back then, but threw it in the wash instead. It was a tee he got when attending a concert by `The 2 Live Crew' "Hey waddaya think, this with my khaki shorts?" Receiving my usual response from my bud when I asked about something that held zero percent of his interest. "Ya man, whatever" not taking even a fraction of a second to look up. I remembered it being one of his favorite groups for a while, mostly because of their cocky attitudes and wild boy ways. I myself never really got into rap and couldn't for the life of me, follow the words all that well. Finally, he put down the controller, looked up at me and laughed. "Dude? You can't be serious...get my old cum rag off...I'm seriously not going anywhere with you wearing that! Fuck dude, I bet it still has the smell of my cum all through it, is that why you wear it?" I looked over at Robbie and gave him my evil glare. "Don't start that shit again, it's my face that may never recover from the odor of your cum, I thought I would have to take a scrubbing pad to it that morning, just please, never remind me again...ok, dickhead!" Robbie just laid on my bed and roared with laughter. "Who are you kidding, dude? You loved every second of that scene, and you know it as well as I do." Again I looked over at him and glared. "Seriously Robbie, drop it, before we get pissed at each other!" "whatever, dude!"
I changed my tee, and later that day while at Robbie's house, I tried encouraging him to call Shannon. "So, why don't you call her, you know you want to, I mean face it, dude, if she hasn't given in to blowing you by now, it ain't gonna happen, and the sooner you accept that, the better things will be between you two. Besides three days without dumping your seed? Oh My GOD...seriously man, even I may be scared to come near you tomorrow!" Robbie gave me an evil grin, and rubbed his basket. "Now who's bringing up the subject...huh? Telling ya, Abe...you secretly crave it...you just don't want to admit it!" I was about to get pissed off, when the phone rang. It turned out to be a call from his grandparents. Robbie and I had always talked about going up to their camp in New Hampshire and spending a few days fishing...but now seven years later it's something we still only talk about. I watched as his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Awesome! But I'll have to call you back after Abe checks with his mom...ok?" I wondered what was up...were we finally going to get that fishing trip we've been talkin about for so long? Robbie said his goodbyes, and as though I was carrying the ball for the rival team, he ran over and tackled me, nearly breaking my damn neck. "Dude? What are you doing laying on the floor, get the fuck up, and go and beg your mom to let you go to New Hampshire for a week of some awesome fishing! And by the way, I'm saving the best news for when you get the ok... COME ON DUDE...get up and run home, I want your ass back here fast with your moms ok, that you can go!" With his foot rubbing across my face, the mild odor from his socks drifted up my nostrils, and once again, I felt a brief tingling down below. I began asking myself why, I mean was I just curious, or was there more to this unexplainable feeling I would sometimes have towards the my dominating friend? With his foot still being rubbed over my face, It was Robbie's threat that brought me back from my thoughts. "Move it, move it, move it, before I pounce on you again...OR shove this foot in your mouth!"
To be continued...