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Clipped Wings - Ch 1 --------------------
"So listen..." I wrote. "This is the last time we're ever going to speak to one another. I've thought a lot about it, and I decided that since we've already drifted further apart than two casual acquaintances, we may as well sever all links between us and forego any more hardship."
I couldn't believe I actually managed to type out those words. I sat staring at the Dell monitor, my tired eyes burning with so much hatred for my former best friend that I could damn near see the glossy coating starting to smolder. Ending what was arguably one of the closest friendships that ever existed was by far the most difficult, heart wrenching experience of my young life. I squirmed in my chair and drummed my fingers impatiently against the keyboard drawer awaiting his reply. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flailing finger emoticon appeared on the lower left corner of the Skype window as he hacked out his reply.
"Wooow. You know what? Fine, whatever, I'm done. I'm tired of this non-stop bullshit. You need to grow up and stop being a jealous bitch. I tried repeatedly to get the message across to you: I'm NOT abandoning you, but you just don't get it. I'm tired of feeling guilty when I talk to others, I'm done with that. Good fucking luck, it's been real."
A small tear leaked out of my left eye as I read his message. I was tempted to pound out a reply, but as I debated the pro's and con's of such an action, the decision was made for me; he logged off his Skype account.
Austin and I had been best friends for over five years. For most of that time, we were like twins - exact same likes, dislikes, idiosyncrasies... just about everything, right down to our 5 1/2" dick sizes. Well, towards the end there he was about 1/8" of an inch longer, but we'll chalk that up to him being a fucking twig and having no measurable skin between the base of his cock and his pelvic bone! There was only one thing we couldn't agree on, and that was Ranch dressing. He was obsessed with it, and I was repulsed by it. Just the thought of it makes me gag!
We met each other during our freshman year of high school under the most unusual circumstances. You see, we lived 790 nautical air miles apart, in two different countries. That's right, I did say two different countries! He lived in Casper, Wyoming, and I lived in Thunder Bay, Ontario. You know, that one town in Canada, on the western edge of that great big lake. C'mon, you know it! Lake.... No, not Erie... SUPERIOR! That's it! Lake Superior. Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah! Unusual circumstances! So we're both big geeks... airplane... geeks. That's right, we're obsessed with big shiny aluminum tubes that hurl themselves across the sky. Pretty nerdy right? It gets worse... there are these even more geeky things called 'Virtual Airlines'... They're basically websites filled with like-minded geeks who flock around and play airline pilot using Flight Simulator. I'm almost embarrassed telling you about this but... fuck it, I enjoy it! Smiles The long story made short here is, he posted a very dumb question on a highly technical topic in the message forum, the type of question I'd have normally ignored. I don't know why, but I just had this weird feeling about him, a feeling I still can't figure out to this day. I spent almost three hours drafting up a reply to his very dumb technical question, something that was so totally out of character for me. I'm not the most social being on the planet, and if I replied at all, it was usually to inform the poster that they were inept, and not worth the screen area the reply was written on. Lucky (or unlucky) for me, that reply blossomed into what very quickly became a beautiful friendship.
I think I can safely say we had grown from casual acquaintances to best friends in under four weeks. Seeing that it was summer, we talked every day, all day - from the time we woke up, until the time we fell asleep. Of course, by talk, I mean we started out by IM'ing and quickly transitioned to talking on Skype. You know, because of that whole distance thing. Anyways, it was sometime into our third week of talking that we were joking around about dumbass things we'd done in our lives, and he accused me of having a two inch cock. I don't know what made me do it, but I took a chance and replied honestly... "Whatever you cock sucker, try 5 1/2" you fag!" He quickly gasped and shouted "NO WAY! That's exactly what I am, I'm sure of it!!!"
If I had to pick the precise moment we became best friends, I'd say that was it. I mean, you gotta be pretty freaking close to someone before you start talking about dick sizes and other pubic area trivia. And we talked about all of it... balls, ass, you name it. It was also around that time that I started to fall in love with him. Of course, I could never let him know I was falling in love with him because we're both totally hetero, right? It's true though, the more I talked to him, the more I fell in love with him. He was sarcastic, squirrely, cute, totally off the wall funny, we just had the greatest time together. I'd sit there for hours enjoying the sound of his slightly raspy teenage voice and the quirky sniffing noises he'd make while breathing through his nose. My dick was so sore that summer, I'd bone up instantly when the "Austin Clarke is online" message popped up on the lower right hand corner of my screen.
It wasn't long after the dick size revelation that we had what I'd call an 'interesting' experience. Aus worked part time at the local Subway restaurant, and had been working the evening shift with this girl named Casie. No matter how you look at it, Casie was a common whore. I mean, when she wasn't working at Subway, she had a dick in at least one of her holes. And when she wasn't serving customers, she was talking about getting a dick in one of her holes. Casie's a whore! What can I say? Giggles Aus and I had been texting each other back and forth all evening making fun of Casie's whoreish tendencies. These texts also included some lewd whiteboard drawings of foot long Subway subs penetrating Casie's "huge gaping void" vagina. To this day, I can't look at a foot long Meatball on Italian Herb without bursting out laughing! It was all in good fun. That is until Casie revealed she'd had a dream about my dear little Austin. She'd dreamed he'd pumped her full of cum in all three holes and followed it up with a dildo assisted double penetration up her poop chute. He totally freaked out when she asked if he'd make all her dreams come true. See? FUCKING WHORE!!!
Later that night, we picked up our conversation on Skype, and I was telling him about this girl at my high school who had to have her stomach pumped because she had swallowed 16 ounces of cum. I mean, that's a fucking small drink at McDonald's for chrissake!!! WHORE! Giggles Anyways, I kinda noticed he got a little quiet while I was telling the story. His normally curious, inquisitive nature had given way to infrequent, one word answers - mostly made up of "un huh's" and "wow's". When I finished up, I teased him by saying "What's up with you man, you're so quiet all of a sudden? You spankin' over there or what?" He giggled and replied "Um, actually I just kind of finished..." I swear to you, my cock was ready to explode. I remember gasping, and giggling like a little school girl, and saying something about that being totally gay. I can't remember what the hell he said in reply to that, but it was something along the lines of it wasn't gay, because he was muting the microphone! Fuck, I wish he hadn't muted it, I'd have loved to hear him going at it! You can't imagine how hard I came that night, replaying that whole conversation in my head. I'm sure my balls are STILL damp with some of the cum I spewed that night, all these years later!
Over the next couple of years, our friendship blossomed even more, and we became just about inseparable. Well, about as inseparable as two people can be with 790 nautical air miles, two countries and a frequently troublesome internet connection getting in the way! Matty and Austie, Austie and Matty! Aus had JUST passed the check ride for his private pilot's license, and had access to a Cessna 172 we could rent for a few hours, so we made plans to finally meet in person. It was decided I'd drive down to Kingman, stay at his house, and fly around with him to celebrate his newly attained license. So at a very early 2:00AM on August 4th, passport in hand, I jumped in my electric blue Chevy Cobalt LT and hauled ass to Casper, Wyoming.
Meeting someone you're in love with in person for the first time is so intimidating. Especially for me, I'm super shy. I mean, he and I were as close as two people could be, and had talked about every subject under the sun, totally unashamed of anything that came out of our mouths. But to meet in person? Scary as fuck. I didn't really want to meet his parents right away, so we agreed to meet up at, of all places, the airport. Hey, it's a neutral place! If ever it gets awkward, you can always look at the planes! Grin
A little past 6PM, I pulled into the small parking lot that spanned the general aviation ramp at the Natrona County International Airport, the only car in the lot. I figured Aus was a little late, since I had texted him a half hour earlier letting him know I was getting close. TO THE AIRPORT! Not to cumming! Mind out of the gutter, you! Grin
Waiting's the worst part. You're sitting there thinking "Do I look ok? Is there spinach in my teeth, even though I didn't eat any? Does my breath smell ok? What if he hates me??" I was so worked up that the sight of his grey Grand Am pulling up beside me scared the shit out of me. And there he was, 5' 8" of absolute gorgeousness. Where I was average build and size, he was so much smaller. It was like he was a totally different person than he was on webcam. Different's not the right word. His build was just a lot smaller looking in person than it was on webcam. Yeah, that's it! He had these long legs that went all the way up to a relatively short upper body. They were, to quote one of my favorite movies, "The kind of legs you'd want to suck on for a day. They were giving me a feeling I could feel in my hip pocket." His smooth face always makes me giggle; for someone so skinny, it's so round! It's always had a hint of baby fat on it, enough that you can pinch his cheeks playfully if you so dared!
I slowly climbed out of the Cobalt and met him half way around the front of his car. We kind of stood there for a couple of seconds, not sure what to say. That's when we did the sort of awkward hug thing. You know, me being the touchy feely type, and him being the "we don't' touch people in my family!" type. I think he just stood there while I sort of sideways hugged him, an arm around shoulder type thing. I don't think he knew how to react to someone touching him, so he just sort of stood there. Like I said, it was totally awkward, compounded by the fact that my boner was straining to get the hell out of my pants! Luckily, he didn't notice. Or at least I don't THINK he did!
Once the initial weirdness wore off, we drove down to a Burger King and picked up something to eat. It's weird that I can remember exactly what we had. He had a triple stacker with extra sauce, and I had Chicken Fries. We got it to go, and drove back out to the airport to eat. You know, that common ground thing again. It's funny to think back on it, but that whole visit was a lot like learning how to be friends again. You get so used to how someone is online that when you're actually in their presence, everything that you already know exists just seems so out of place with how you've imagined they'd be.
I'd love to tell you that over the course of the week we'd confessed our love for each other and fucked like bunnies, but that wouldn't be true. In fact, we've never touched each other in a sexual way, ever. The closest we've been to any sort of intimacy is, well, hugging. Not sure what to expect of his house, I half hoped we'd have to share a bed, or at least a room. But I'm jinxed, turns out they had a guest room already made up for me to sleep in when I got there.
So we flew twice, got some EPIC, and I mean EPIC pictures from the air of some stunning cloud formations and rainbows brought about by virga's around Page, Arizona. I did get to fly the plane en-route, which was pretty sweet! Just like Flight Simulator, I'm telling you! Well, with the exception that you're now two people sitting in very tight quarters... The only way to really get comfortable was for me to drape my arm around his seat... sort of around his shoulders. Yeah, I kind of had my arm around him for most of the flight. I don't know if that bugged him or not, but I sure cherished the moment. I got to touch the boy of my dreams for practically 5 hours that day!!!
That was the Monday, just before I left on Tuesday morning. At some point or another over the years, we'd talked about jacking off etiquette if you were staying over at someone's house. We'd pretty much agreed that it would be kind of weird or taboo if you did that. I can't remember the particulars, but not long before I went to hang with Aus, he'd been visiting some relatives in California, and he'd partaken in the pleasuring of the cawk a couple of times while staying at their house. In my mind, that gave me the green light to go for it! I mean, I KNOW he had to be spanking in his room next door! You could almost detect a slight 'recent sex' smell in the mornings when you walked in there, even though he constantly tried to mask any odors with Febreeze.
So, that very last night, clad in my Super Mario Brothers PJ's... I whipped out my uber hard cock, and started stroking. I kept up a pretty regular pace, but I was very alert for any sign of squeak or groan coming from the bed. I didn't want to BLOW my cover and freak him out! Satisfied that the bed wasn't going to betray me and give away my activities, I settled back, closed my eyes, and relived the glorious five hours I spent with my arm around my sexy best friend. I could feel the surprising softness of his bony shoulders, his warmth, and the faint smell of Axe body wash that radiated off him. I imagined the very slight lump I'd noticed a couple of times in his Sponge Bob PJ bottoms, and tried to envision what it'd look like fully hard. I couldn't contain myself very long. From the time I'd wrapped my fist around my cock, I doubt I'd been pumping for more than a minute before I felt that familiar tingling in my balls that signaled the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius. And erupt it did! It came spraying out my cock, the first globs hitting me on the chin and chest. I clued in and used my left hand to catch the subsequent globs erupting out of my dick - had to keep it somewhat controlled, I didn't want to leave any sort of evidence behind on their bed sheets! By the time I'd finished spraying, I was just covered in cum. My left palm was literally white with goo, and what hadn't sprayed out enough to hit my hand was coating my dick and balls. Total sticky mess, and I knew I'd have to jump right in the shower tomorrow to get rid of the sexy time smells. I looked around for some Kleenex to clean up, but didn't see any on either of the night stands. Yeah, I know, poorly planned activity time! So, I did the next best thing, and licked my hand clean. Of course, I dreamt it was his cum... Sigh I loved him without limit. Why did he have to change?
To be continued.