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This is a story of fiction including the sexual acts of gay couples. If you are underage or if this material is illegal in your area please leave. If you ignore this warning and read on, you accept the risks and take full responsibility for your actions.
He and I
Chapter 1
"Ohhh.. that feels sooo good", Chris moaned. What, you may be wondering, could be happening? Not what you think.. unfortunately. Chris had just finished working out on the weight-set wedged into the corner of his already over-cluttered, cramped little bedroom. After explaining for 5 minutes how much of a relief it would be to let me massage his shoulders, he finally agreed. He had his shirt off, and he was sweating and smelled SO sexy. I was loving it.
I guess I should introduce myself... My name is Cody Chambers. I am 17 and, while I'm not into sports, I like to keep in shape. I do crunches and push-ups every morning followed by a 2 mile jog, not to mention the workouts at school in gym. I don't have a 6-pack, and I don't know that I ever wanted one, but my stomache is flat and hard and I have pretty nice pecs. I guess you would call me toned.. not buff or muscle-man status, but enough to be considered sexy when I wear my trunks at the pool. I have green eyes and light blonde hair with natural brown streaks, and I have a sprinkle of freckles on my nose and cheeks and on the tops of my shoulders. According to last week's measurements I am about 5'10 142 lbs. I have been accused of being a "pretty boy" by some, and an "underwear model wanna-be" by others, and it seems like I always had plenty of girls interested in me, but who needs girls? I never really saw a reason to date any of them.. why should I? I knew I would never have any true feelings for a high school slut that just wants a quick fuck.
But for some reason, I always felt drawn to Chris.. not in a sexual way, at least not at first. He is attractive, if my standards for judging other boys is anything to go by. He is as tall as me, 5'10, and he weighed around 150-160 lbs. He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen - vivid green, with gray speckles, and they always seem so bright and happy. His hair is short and he sometimes likes to spike it in the front, whereas mine as kinda long and feathered and I just brush it all down and go about my day. When he smiles, he shows his perfectly straight, clean teeth. He is more muscular than I am but he, too, is only "toned" and not "buff".
"Where'd you learn to massage like that?" he asked as i kneaded his shoulders with my knuckles and palms.
"Terry is a massage-therapist, remember?"
"Ahh.. how are you related again?"
"She's my aunt.. my dad's side."
"Oh." He sighed... "Okay, that's good dude. Thanks".
"Anytime."
We were good friends, he and I.
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Phew! 7 minutes!" I huffed, out of breath from the run we'd just had. It usually took Chris and I about 10-12 minutes to jog to school, but we had really pushed it today. I woke up about 30 minutes early, put on some jogging shorts and put my school clothes in my bag, then ran down the street and into Chris's house. Let's just say he was embarrassed as hell when I ran in his door to see him massaging his morning wood through his boxers, but hey, I was never one to embarrass him on purpose.
"You think we have time to shower before first bell?" Chris asked between breaths. I understood... we probably didn't look or smell so hot after sweating like that.
"Yeah, we have almost 40 minutes."
"Ok, race ya there!"
The showers at the gym were located behind the "dungeon", a.k.a. the dressing room. It earned that name because it was in the basement and it was always semi-dark in there, and sometimes it would flood when it rained. The shower room was simple - one large room with the floors slanting toward the center, where the large drain was located, and 12 shower heads, 6 on the left and 6 on the right. Seeing as it was the boys' shower room, the designers hadn't seen a reason to put up stalls or curtains. I didn't really care... it never bothered me.
Chris hesitated when we walked into the showers. When I gave him a questioning look he just shrugged and took off his shirt and threw it in a locker and bent down and starting undoing his laces. I did the same. He was undressed before I was, so when I walked in he had already chosen a shower-head at the far left corner. I took the one next to his. After soaping up I turned to move under the water - that was when I noticed. Chris was boned up and trying very obviously to hide it. I just pretended I didn't see anything, but I know he saw me look. I assumed he was horny because I had interrupted him this morning. How rude of me. He just blushed and turned away. I surprised myself by looking again... and again... and again. It was big, that was for sure. Mine was about 6 1/2-7 inches hard, and his looked to be about the same, and about as thick as mine was. He trimmed his pubes, as did I. For some reason I started to bone up.. how embarrassing!! I rinsed off, then turned the hot tap down a bit, so the water would cool me down, so to speak. It wasn't working. Chris noticed.. Oh God how embarrassing, he was going to think I was a fag or something!! Don't get me wrong, I was attracted to boys, and only boys, so yeah I guess I was a fag - but my best friend didn't have to know that!
I closed my eyes and turned away from him, hoping to at least maintain SOME of my dignity. When I was done I turned around and jumped. He was standing right there, looking at me with those beautiful green eyes, eyes that could see into my soul. For some reason I was numb with shock, even though nothing was happening, he was just looking at me.. wasn't he? I didn't move when he leaned forward and pecked me on the lips... it was short, but I felt an electric shock surge through every inch of my body when he pulled away and I saw the look on his face. It no longer mattered that we were both boys.. that we were naked and boned up in a shower at school... that we had been best friends for so long. All that mattered was that the 2 of us were here, now. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back for another kiss. His eyes shot open when my tongue darted into his warm mouth. I massaged his soft tongue with mine, and he moaned his pleasure and pulled me closer. By now, our boners were rubbing each other's thighs. He pulled away and looked down, then back up with a weird look on his face.. almost like a question, or a plea. I just smiled. He dropped to his knees, the warm water still hitting us, and took my dick in his hand and pointed it to his face. First, he licked the head, right on the sensitive spot on the underside of the head - I almost fell down. He took me in his mouth as far as he could, which was a little over half way, and started sucking gently. Over the next few minutes I started rocking into him, forcing myself farther down his throat with each thrust. We were both moaning. After a few minutes I said, "Oh, Chris... stop!"
"Why?"
"I almost.. I almost came."
He grinned up at me.. he never looked sexier than at that moment. "Go ahead." he said.
He took my back in his mouth, and started sucking again. This time, he was sucking much harder. It seemed like he just wanted me to cum, and he wanted it FAST. After another minute or 2 of this, I felt a burning sensation at the back of my stomache, or maybe the back of my balls, who knows? I was in heaven, I didn't care.. With one last thrust and a cry of pleasure the likes of which could rouse an army, I squirted load after load into Chris's mouth. He was moaning, and never stopped sucking. He took all he could, but some of it dribbled down his chin. I collapsed onto the floor, unable to stand any more. He leaned in for a kiss. I could taste myself on him.. it was sweet, but a little salty too.
RIIIING!!
"Shit..." he whispered.
"First bell," I said.
"Yeah.. we.. we better get to class," he said. He was shaking.
"Chris.. can I come over tonight?" I asked, worrying he would say no.
He looked right into my eyes, smiled his beautiful smile, and said, "Please."
One last kiss and we toweled off and went to class. It was a great day.
We were great friends, he and I.