Author's Note: I thought I little background was needed for this story. First of all, I wrote this story a while ago and posted it on another Site (Stickypen) but the site is pretty much dead now and decided that I wanted to try and go for a broader audience in my work. This will be my first post to Nifty I've been reading Nifty for years and finally decided to add something of my own.
The story is somewhat true for those of you that may be wondering. While most of it is my imagination I took some actual experiences I had (like those in chapter one) and worked the story around it (for those of you that might be interested my character is Michael). I've changed the names of the people involved of course and what happens in Chapter one GREATLY differs from what actually happened to me in real life:)!
Please feel free to E-Mail with any question comments or Criticisms that you may have. I had originally thought to make this a series but lack of comments back on the last site nipped that in the bud, if I get more comments this back this time that I might be willing to continue with these characters maybe if I get some more idea's on were to take their relationship so please let me know. If not I'll probably put up a different story involving some else that happened to me when I was in Colorado :) might do that anyway since the situation was rather hot :) I tried to get most of my Spelling and Grammar mistakes but I'm sure I didn't get all of them feel free to comment on that as well.
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Richard and Michael, Chapter One
Michael and Richard Part 1
I was in the 8th grade when I met Richard. He was in my homeroom class. The school year had already started when he transferred to my Jr. High School from another State. He sat next to me in the front row but two lanes to the left of me. I remember looking up to take a glance at the new guy, and my breath caught a little. I was young enough at the time that I was a little shocked at the first thought to pop into my mind which was, god he is gorgeous. Our eyes met and he smiled, I smiled back, and the bell rang. The teacher introduced Richard to the class and we all welcomed the new guy. When class ended and we picked up our school bags to move in to our next class we stopped and I got the chance to introduce myself as Michael. Richard and I hit it off right away and were friends all through although Jr. High and beyond. I never got over how gorgeous I thought he was and even though I denied it in my head, there was still a soft whisper in the back of my mind thinking how hot he was. He had short dark hair and baby blue eyes and an amazing body. He was the track star through Jr. High and High School. We both had some of the same interests' comic books, some D&D, which was a shock since he was such a jock and I was such a bookworm. The best way to describe him, as I thought, was that he looked like Superman right down to the build.
I, however, was the skinny little bookworm not that interested in sports and not active in them either. I wore glasses and had dirty blonde hair that was way too curly for my tastes. I felt rather gangly, and out of place through Jr. High. I was active in the schools show choir as a tenor though and that was the crowd I normally hung around with, Richard and his brother Jon were the exceptions to that rule. Although his brother was a year younger we actually had more in common with each other as far as both of us being bookworms. Jon looked nothing like his brother, whereas Richard was tall dark and handsome with 20/20 vision, perfect teeth and jet black hair Jon was short stocky with thick glasses, and brown eyes and hair. You would never have guessed that they were related until you met the boys' father.
Henry (their father) was an archeologist, which fascinated me to no end since I wanted to be an archeologist myself. He was a very interesting guy and worked at the local museum and college in our hometown. For the next five years Richard and I were inseparable, we did almost everything together. He even managed to drag me out to a few of the Jr. High Dances even though neither of us had girlfriends we both went together, not as a couple of course just as two friends. I was still in that stage of my life where I was in complete denial about my sexuality. We talked about everything together, what girls we said we liked, sex and other things young boys tend to talk about.
High School rolled around and I finally filled out a bit with Richard's help. We started working out together on the weekends. My dad's apartment building had a weight room and we would go down there every weekend and use it. I filled out enough that I actually started to like the way I looked in the mirror. Contact lenses also helped with that. I remember when I first got them, when Richard first saw me without my glasses he was like "Wow dude you actually have pretty eyes. Now that you can see them, you'll be beating the girls off with stick in no time." Our sophomore year of high school I did date a little, and even managed to get to second base with one girl. But making out with some girl never felt really right to me. It did help my confidence though, so at least one good thing came out of it.
One night, I think it was the summer after our junior year in high school, I was spending the weekend at his place. His father had remarried at that time and they had a nice house up in the mountains. Henry's new wife was in politics and made pretty good money. His brother Jon was spending the summer with their mother, who had moved to Florida after the divorce. We were down in the basement making some new D&D characters and were trying them out. We both had just turned 18. Somehow the conversation we were having while we played the game turned to sex and he suddenly, out of the blue asked me "How many times a day, do you jack off Mikey?"
I was a little shocked, and didn't really know how to reply to this, so I told him the truth. "I don't jack off, I never have."
He didn't believe me of course, I mean here I was 18 years old telling my best friend that I had never once jacked, hard to believe but it was true. I told him, that I wasn't lying and explained to him that I had tried once sort of. The truth of the matter was I had just touched myself a little bit one night and when nothing happened right away I didn't get what the big deal was and stopped before actually finishing. I explained this to him and it was his turn to be shocked.
"Holy shit dude, you're serious you really have never jacked off." I nodded back to him with something of shy smile on face, and he said "dude you didn't do it long enough."
I looked at him a little unsure as to what to say. "Um, ok if you say so."
Richard looked me right in the eyes and suddenly smiled "Boy are you in for a shock, this is going to be huge for you! Stay here I'll be right back." He ran upstairs quietly because his parents were asleep and when he came back he had a bottle of lotion, a videotape and two white hand towels. He tossed the hand towels and the bottle of lotion on the ratty old couch they kept in the basement and moved over to the VCR to put the tape in.
I was a little apprehensive as to what was going on. I had a feeling what was about to happen and being 18 years old (giving me the ability to get a hard on at the drop of a pin) an uncomfortable lump had started to grow in my pants...and as I looked over at Richard across the room I noticed a lump forming in his pants as well...I swallowed hard.
Richard with that sly smile still on his face looked over at me. I still hadn't moved from my spot at the small table were we had been playing D&D. He nodded to the couch, "Come on dude, you REALLY don't know what you're missing." I nodded to him but was more than a little apprehensive about the whole situation.
Slowly I walked over to the couch and sat down at the end. Richard smiled at me again and picked up the remotes for the TV and VCR. Sitting down at the other end of the couch to my left, he handed me one of the hand towels and took the other for himself. Then dug the bottle of lotion out from in between the cushions, where it had fallen when had tossed it down, setting it in the middle cushion between us. He then turned on the TV with the remote turning the volume down so we could just barely hear it then changed the channel to 3. Finally switching to the VCR remote, he pushed play.
I had a feeling what the video was but I wasn't really sure, not that I actually needed a video to get going at that point, and form the looks of things neither did Richard. I had taken one of the end cushions and was using it to cover my own erection but Richard wasn't and he now had a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. The video screen was blank for a few seconds and then the normal warnings come up. The video finally started after a bit, it was called The Body Guard. As we watched I realized it was a XXX version of the big Hollywood movie of the same name with Spanish subtitles.
"Dude, where did you get this?" I asked a small smile on my face.
"Donny from school swiped it from his dad. He told me about it one day at school and I didn't believe him. When he came in the next day he handed me a videotape while I was at my locker. He said it was a copy of his dad's movie and that I could have it. I didn't believe him completely until I got home and watched it."
"He just made you a copy of the video without you even having to ask for it?"
"Yeah, he said to think of it as an early birthday gift and I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides I've gotten a lot of use out this video." He said with that sly grin on his face. The subtitles went by pretty fast which made it hard to actually keep up with what was going on. The acting was pretty bad and the lines that I did manage to read were pretty corny. I commented about the acting and the lines. "Yeah," he agreed with another smile, "but people don't watch these for the acting dude."
I nodded, "yeah I guess that's true."
The "action" finally started. I don't remember much of the movie but midway into the first scene Richard turned to me with a smile, "come on dude move the pillow and pull it out. I'm not giving up on this until I see you jack off, dude. You don't know what you're missing."
"You keep telling me that, I'm not so sure about it myself."
My eyes were glued to the screen though, the chick on the film had these really big tits was giving this guy a blowjob. His dick was huge, my eyes were glued more to him than to the chick. Richard no longer content with just sitting there decided to get things going himself. He stood up for a second and pulled down his pants and boxers about half and sat back down. My eyes moved to him and my mouth fell open with shock, when I saw his cock. Richard was huge it must have been at least 9 or 10 inches cut and he was thick. I always suspected that he packed quite a package but actually seeing it for myself was a different matter. I watched hypnotized as he reached over to the middle cushion for the bottle of lotion and poured some on his right hand. He then slowly started rubbing his cock, he let out a small sigh as he settled back and started to stroke his big dick up and down. He looked over at me, "come on dude join me." Talk about peer pressure, I thought to myself as I watched Richard jack off not three feet away from me.
Slowly I relented moving the end cushion I had been using to hide my bulge to the floor next to the couch. I stood up for a second just like Richard had done and pulled my pants down about half way, my cock springing up to full mast in front of me. I was nowhere near as big as Richard only about 7 inches and not nearly as thick. As I sat back down Richard looked at my dick and smiled.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nothing dude it's just...never mind."
"What?" I asked him again a little more persistent
"Your dick, it looks like my brothers." He said smirking.
I looked down at my cock then over at him, "Whatever dude, like you've seen your brother's dick."
"Come on I live with him, of course I have."
"Whatever." I said. Richard picked up the bottle of lotion again handing it to me. I took it still not sure I really wanted to do this.
A quiet thud came from upstairs as if somebody was opening a bedroom door and Richard quickly turned off the TV with the remote, the video still playing. I dropped the bottle of lotion of the floor. It sounded all too loud in the sudden quite of the room. We listened for a while as we heard somebody moving around upstairs, both of us looking up at the ceiling, as if we could see who ever it was moving around up there. We heard it stop, then after a while we heard running water as somebody flushed the toilet up stairs. We waited until the steps form up stairs receded and we heard another small thump as one of Richard's parents shot their bedroom door. We both let out long breaths and looked over at each other. We were both still hard. Richard reached over for the remote but instead of picking up the one for the TV, he picked up the one for the VCR and turned off the movie.
"I don't think we should use the video anymore in case they're still awake, you don't look like you need it anyway," he said looking down and smiling at my still hard cock.
"You either," I retorted with my own smile.
Richard leaned over a picked up the bottle of lotion I had dropped. He sat back down a little closer to me; this time instead of handing the bottle to me he popped the cap open and nodding at me said, "Here give me your hand." I held out my left hand without thinking (I am right handed) and he poured a more than generous amount onto my hand.
"Damn man I don't think I need that much."
"You might be surprised how much you need, it can go kind of fast."
"I'm sure that's true with a monster like yours." I smirked at him.
"You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Speaking of which were did I set that bottle I think I need a bit more."
"Here take some of mine." But instead of moving my hand toward him so he could remove some the excess something took hold of me. As if possessed by some demon, my hand moved of its accord I took his dick in my hand and started stroking him. Richard looked down at my hand on his cock. At first he seemed shocked but he didn't stop me. My heart was racing what the fuck are you doing? I screamed in my own head, an answering reply came to me unbidden, you're jerking off your best friend.
Shocked by my own actions I started to move my hand away. Richard grabbed my wrist before my hand had gotten too far and moved it back toward his cock. "Please, don't stop." I was unsure at first but after a while, I continued to stroke my best friend's dick. Richard's cock felt so hard in my hand it was also hot; I had no idea that somebody's cock would feel that hot. Was my dick that hot? I didn't remember from the one time he had tried to jerk off.
"Am I doing this right?" I whispered, scooting myself a little close to him, our legs touching. As I moved closer I could feel his whole body radiating heat. "I've never done this before remember."
Richard let out soft moan and rolled his head back a bit closing his eyes. "Not bad," he said. He fumbled at something next him, the bottle of lotion I realized, his hand tightened around the bottle gripping it hard. "You could use some pointers though." From the way he sounded I thought he was lying, he sounded more than a little breathless. I looked down at his cock and noticed a tiny droplet of precum at the top of the slit of his cock head. I moved my thumb up and smeared the droplet of precum over the purple head of his dick. Richard convulsed and lifting up his right hand he brought his hand down and gripped my leg tightly.
"Oh really," I said this time it was me that had the sly smile, "I must be doing something right you seem to enjoy it." He gripped my leg a little tighter. He took several deep-slowing breaths as I continued to jerk him off, he must have been trying to stave off of coming. Holding out as long as possible, I slowed down just bit so he could get the most possible pleasure from what I was doing. Whatever he was thinking or doing must have helped too, his grip on my leg lessened a bit, but I could actually feel his heart pounding through his cock as I jerked him off. His pulse was rapid. It was one of the hottest things I had ever felt. During the whole time I had yet to touch myself once, but my cock was tingling, I think I enjoyed jerking him off more than I ever would have doing myself.
"Here let me show you." He raised the bottle of lotion still gripped tightly in his left hand and taking his hand off my leg he poured some lotion into his right. At first I thought he meant to take over himself again but instead he reached his right hand down and grabbed my cock. I jerked a little when he touched me. The lotion was cold, but his hand was hot. I let out little gasp my own as Richard jerked me off. It felt fucking incredible. He gripped my cock hard, bringing his fist up slowly until it cupped my cock head then he twisted his fist in a circular motion around my cock head, and then brought his hand down around my shaft.
He repeated this little trick one more time, bringing a soft moan form my lips, "Oh god." I whispered softly closing my eyes. It felt fucking incredible. Precum leaked freely form both our cocks, providing so much lube that we didn't have to stop to apply more lotion. Not that I think we could have stopped at that point anyway. I repeated the little trick he had shown me with my cock on him, bringing my hand up cupping his cock head in my palm and twisting.
He jerked his head back and moaned softly. Somehow we still had enough presence of mind to be quiet knowing that his parents slept upstairs, it flouted in the backs of minds reminding us to keep quiet. "Oh fuck Mike that's it," He whispered softly. He did the little trick again for me nearly sending me over the edge. I'm not sure how we managed to last as long as we did, maybe we didn't, time seemed to slow for us as we jerked each other closer and closer to climax. We were lost in the pleasure of each other's cocks it was so incredible. I had never felt that close to anybody in my life before, it seemed fitting somehow that it was with Richard. I remember wondering to myself if he felt the same way.
Time was not at a complete stand still for us though and I noticed Richard had started pumping his hips. I opened my eyes to look at him. He never looked more handsome than he did at that moment, head back, eye's closed, mouth parted slightly completely lost in the pleasure I was giving him. I felt in aw that I was capable of giving him so much pleasure. He jerked and his cock seemed to spasm. I watched transfixed as I felt my best friend cum in my hand. Cum squirted out of his cock in jets, he shot straight up. The first jet actually went over his head, the second jet only a little less intense splattered a little on his face. The rest flowed hotly over my fingers and knuckle's.
Watching my best friend cum in my hand was all it took for me, somehow Richard had managed to keep jacking off me off through his intense orgasm. Light seemed to explode in the back of my mind as I felt my nuts draw up close to my body and my cock exploded in Richard hands. I felt jets of cum splatter a bit on my own face. As Richard's hand slowed a bit on my cock he did his little trick one last time for me. The head of my cock felt so sensitive I jerked and twitched a bit in his hand. I couldn't manage to repeat the trick for him though. We both lay there on the ratty old couch our cocks still in each other's grasps panting. Finally Richard caught his breath enough to open his eyes. He released his grip on my cock, I released him, and opened my own eyes.
"Fuck dude that was, fucking hot." He said smiling at me, "I've never cum like that before."
"You were right though," I managed to say breathlessly, "I really didn't know what I was missing."
Richard managed a small laugh, "I think the both of us didn't know what we were missing."
We looked into each other's eyes. That demon took hold of me again and I leaned over and licked a little of his cum off his face, tasting him, salty and slightly sweet. I kissed him giving him a taste of himself. He must have liked it because he leaned in a bit to lick a little of my own cum off my face and then he kissed me deeply, allowing me a taste of myself. We both leaned back on that ratty old couch breathing heavily.
Michael and Richard Part 2
It had been more than a few months since Richard and Michael's little encounter they had had in the down stairs basement of Richard's home. Although there wasn't much tension between the two boys they hadn't really discussed what had happened and there hadn't really been a repeat...unless you count the various jack-off sessions that had happened over that same weekend, but they had only touched themselves during those sessions and not each other. Things went on for the most part as they usually did. They went swimming at the YMCA on the hot days; Richard drove them since, even though he had a driver's license Michael's parents had yet to decide on whether or not to buy him his own car. Richard had gotten a little blue 2000 Honda Civic for his birthday and, every now and then, Richard would let Michael drive.
Richard wasn't sure what he thought about the whole encounter...he didn't think he was gay, but he did think that he loved Michael, or at the very least cared for him very deeply. It was very confusing for him and even though Michael had been the one that had actually started the whole thing, he wasn't sure if his friend had the same feeling about him or not. Michael didn't even mention it and, during the several jack-off sessions they had had since, Michael had never made another move to touch him.
Summer came and went and before they knew it was December. Late one evening at the first week of December, Michael's father received a phone call that his mother (Michael's Grandmother) had fallen and broken her hip, and was in the hospital. Michael still had about a week and half before his vacation from school was to start. He was in the school's Specialty Choir; they had several concerts coming up for the holidays, a few of which were during they're actual Christmas break. Even though Michael did love his Grandmother, with this being his senior year and the last time he would be able to do these things he did not want to miss them, not to mention he had several key solos in some of the events and his teacher would be hard pressed to find a replacement on such short notice. After some argument, Michael's father eventually agreed that Michael could stay for in town for his school events, and since his mother also wanted to go they agreed he could stay at home alone. Alone for the most part anyway -- they suggested that Richard could stay over and help Michael with everything. In fact, they insisted on it. After talking with Richard's parents, a bargain of sorts was worked out: Richard would stay with Michael and his parents would stop by every now and then and make sure everything was ok and that they weren't throwing any wild parties or anything. Michael was ecstatic that his parents trusted him enough to leave him alone and, for the most part, unsupervised for god-only-knew how long. Richard couldn't wait himself -- it was going to fun to be alone with his best friend.
On Saturday, December 4th, Michael's parents piled into their Chevy minivan, kissed Michael good bye and told Richard to keep him out of trouble if he could. They left Michael with more than enough money to get by for however long they would be gone and told him not to blow it all on pizzas and comic books, and that they would try and be back before Christmas. Michael promised he wouldn't and both boys watched them pull out of the driveway and head off down the street. Once they were gone they stood there for a little bit in the front yard not really saying anything and just kind of looked at each other. Michael was not quite able to look Richard right in the eye. Richard grinned at him eagerly and Michael returned it a bit shyly. Rubbing the back of his neck he said, "Well, let's go inside, I guess."
They walked into Michael's house, shutting the doors behind them. They watched a little TV; nothing good was on except talk shows and the like but it was still pretty early. They fixed themselves a couple sandwiches for lunch and discussed whether or not to order a pizza for dinner, deciding they would order one at around six. After all, his parents didn't say they couldn't order a pizza, just not to blow all the money on it, and it was their first night and all. The morning flew by quickly and before they knew it, it was six, so they ordered the pizza and it got there 30 minutes on the nose -- two large Pizza Hut Supremes. Michael paid the delivery guy and gave him a five dollar tip. They watched a movie on HBO while they ate their pizza on the couch. At about seven, Michael's parents called and said they had just gotten in, and was everything all right? Michael assured his parents that everything was ok and that they hadn't burned down the house, that the dogs were fed, and that they had ordered a pizza for dinner. They were more than a little disappointed in the boys' choice for dinner but didn't complain too much.
Richard's parents called a few minutes after, also to check and make sure everything was ok. His father had said he had driven by on his way home from work just to take a look, but hadn't stopped -- a reminder that even though they were technically unsupervised they were still being watched. It was almost 10 o'clock and they were both starting to get tired. They both went up to Michael's room. Richard was going to sleep on the floor of his room and he already had his sleeping bag laid out. Michael went to take a quick shower before bed and after he finished Richard took one as well. When he got out, Michael lay on the bed still with a towel wrapped around his waist staring at the ceiling. Richard also had a towel around his waist and his hair still damp from the shower. Michael turned his head to look at him and Richard's breath caught for some reason. The look in Michael's eyes was intense -- that's the only way he could describe it. He had such beautiful eyes that changed with whatever color he was wearing: blue bringing out the blue in his eyes, green bringing out the green. Richard wished he had eyes like that. Michael yawned and rolled over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, and smiled. It somehow seemed an invitation. Richard's cock twitched a little in the towel and he walked over to lie down on Michael's bed next to him, and they just lay there and BS'ed with each other a bit.
They talked about the various girls in the school that they thought were hot, what the next few days of school was going to be like, and other little things. It suddenly dawned on Richard that the last time they had had a similar conversation was that weekend at his place, when he had asked him out of the blue how many times a day he jacked off, and of course the rest was history, so to speak. Richard found myself wondering how Michael would answer the question now that he had discovered himself, and so with a sly grin on his face, not sure where this was going to go but hoping it would go far, he asked, "So Mikey, how many times a day do you jack off?"
Michael returned his grin and his whole face and part of his neck went crimson. Richard's grin broadened because he thought Michael was so hot when he blushed. It also made his already stiffening cock go a little stiffer. He looked away from Richard and answered "Typically, now that I've actually tried and enjoyed it...I guess about three times a day...I haven't done it though in about a week or so now, not sure why I guess I've had other things on my mind: school, my grandmother, all those solos I have this year at our Christmas concerts..." Richard was always amazed with Michael's stark honesty. He was actually the most honorable person that Richard knew, and he thought it was the one the thing he liked most about him. "What about you?" Michael asked suddenly.
Richard was taken a back at first and had to think about. "I guess it depends, but normally about two or three times a day. I haven't done it in about week either actually, maybe longer...kind of unusual for me. Actually I go at least once a day like when I first wake up or something. You know, morning wood."
Michael laughed. "Yeah, me too."
Suddenly curious, Richard asked, "What do you normally think about when you jerk off?" He felt a mischievous smile touch his lips at the question. Michael looked right into Richard's eyes and for a moment their gazes locked, and then his eyes flashed to the front of Richard's towel for a moment, so fast he almost thought he had imagined it but then Michael's whole face and neck turned crimson again.
"You know, whatever, it doesn't really take much, you know," Michael replied, not meeting his friend's eyes. That was true enough. It didn't take much for Richard either, but Michael was definitely trying to avoid answering the question.
Had I imagined that he was looking for a bulge in my towel? Richard thought to himself. His cock was just semi-hard at the moment, not really hard enough to make much of bulge in the towel. He chanced a glance at Michael's own towel, and to his shock Michael was rock hard, the fabric of the towel making a noticeable tent. Last time it had been Michael who had made the first move. Did Richard dare make the first move...? Seeing Michael rock hard quickly sent blood flowing to his own cock and within moments, Richard was also sporting a noticeable tent in his towel. He decided to take a chance and moved himself closer to Michael, and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. He moved in close to Michael's face, and his head came up and started kissing him tenderly on the mouth. At first Michael seemed hesitant, but as Richard started to put his tongue in his mouth he relaxed a little and was soon kissing him back. What the fuck am I doing! Richard thought. You're kissing your best friend, his mind retorted, and enjoying it. He rolled over on top of Michael, still kissing him, and ground their cocks together through the fabric of the towels. Michael moaned, his breathing getting hard as they continued to kiss, not wanting to break contact. Finally Richard broke the kiss he looked down at Michael beneath him. Their eyes locked, his beautiful hazel to Richard's dark brown. He smiled, and Richard smiled back.
Michael rolled them over so that he was on top of Richard. He leaned down and started kissing Richard's neck, slowly moving his way down, stopping when he reached the nipples on his chest. He tongued each one that and blew on them gently, causing a low moan to escape Richard's lips. He worked his way further down, pausing every now and then to lick or suck on his belly, teasing him. Richard's belly is very ticklish and Michael's teasing tongue caused him to gasp in shock. The tickle was more sensual than actually ticklish, and it was an amazing feeling and he was driving Richard wild.
He finally reached the towel that was still wrapped around Richard's waist. His cock was rock hard, creating a more than noticeable tent in the towel. Michael rubbed his cock through the fabric. Richard moaned his approval. He carefully reached up to the top of the towel and slowly unfastened the end Richard had tucked in to keep the towel around his waist, and just as slowly unwrapped the towel like a gift on Christmas morning, freeing Richard's raging hard on. His cock, now free of the towel's confinement, shot up and smacked up against his belly. Michael stared at the huge member, as if in awe at what he was seeing. Richard wondered what Michael was thinking at the moment -- was it bigger then he remembered, that might have been too cocky (excuse the pun)? He was rather thick and large, bigger than Michael was by more than a few inches. Richard had measured it once when he was 15 and it had been about 8 inches then, but he thought that it had grown a bit with him since then. Though he wasn't sure, he thought it was at least 10 inches. Michael grinned up at the young man mischievously. To Richard, he looked so fucking sexy right then, grinning up at him with his head hovering over his hard cock, leaking pre-cum that he could have shot a load just looking at him.
Michael leaned down and licked the pre-cum off the tip of Richard's cock and licked up the little bit that collected on his belly, sending sexy shivers down his body again. Before taking the tip of Richard's cock in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the tip before sucking down a bit of the shaft. Richard gasped -- Michael's mouth felt incredible. He took as much of it down his throat as he could, gagging a little he came back up, rather quickly but slowly started working his way down again back and forth. Each time it seemed to Richard that Michael went a little further down each time going as slowly as possible until he felt his dick hit the back of Michael's throat. Richard gasped at the feel of his entire cock in his friend's mouth and in fact, it felt way too good. Without warning, Richard felt his balls tighten up. He tried to give Michael some kind of warning but he had no real time. Instinctively Richard put his hands to the back of his Michael's head. Michael didn't even seem to pause; he just sucked harder. Richard's whole body trembled as he emptied a massive load down Michael's throat. Richard's body arched up and blinding light hit the back of his brain like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
"Kind of makes the jaw ache after a bit," Michael said with a smile, working his jaw a bit.
"It feels fucking incredible," Richard said. Michael crawled his way back up like cat until he was face to face with him.
"Good," he said, kissing Richard on the lips softly. "That's what I was going for. A little early Fourth of July."
"Well, no fireworks yet. At least no big ones. We'll have to see what we can do about that though". Richard wrapped his arms around Michael and hugged him close, kissing him hard as he rolled as back over and was once again on top him, grinding his hips into him. Richard's rock hard cock rubbed up against the towel that was still around Michael's waist. "We'll have to do something about this, too," he said, rubbing Michael's cock through the towel.
He smiled, enjoying Richard's touch. "About my cock or my towel?"
"Both," Richard said. He slowly started working his way down, giving Michael the same tongue tease that he had given Richard. He reached the white towel, carefully unwrapping it to reveal Michael's hard 8 inch cock. His cock was much slimmer then Richard's and had elegant curve to it. His cock stuck straight out from his body. Richard licked his lips and looked up at Michael, and he gazed back at Richard, anticipation in his eyes. Richard couldn't help but smile.
Richard's tongue reached out to touch the sensitive tip of his cock. A small drop of pre-cum had collected there and he lapped it up, and then took the whole head of Michael's cock in his mouth and nursed on it for a while before slowing and taking the rest of his cock and shaft down his throat. Michael let out a sharp intake of breath as Richard worked his whole cock down his throat and then came back up, sucking gently on his way back up and increasing the suction a bit on the way down. The little gasps and moans Michael made told Richard he was doing a very good job, and it wasn't too long until his efforts were rewarded.
Michael's back arched and he let a small cry as cum spurted from his cock and into Richard's mouth. He moved back up to the head of Michael's cock and milked as much of his load as he could. Some of it dribbled down Richard's chin and out the corners of his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, though. As Michael started to come down off the high of his climax, Richard kept sucking the still-sensitive head. Michael writhed under his teasing. "Rich, come on, be nice!" Richard thought about ignoring him to see if he could make Michael cum one more time but by the way he was writhing, it seemed more like torture so he let up. Richard smiled broadly up at him, his face and chin still covered with Michael's seed.
Michael smiled back and pulled Richard up toward him for a kiss, pausing to lick his own cum off his partner's chin and checks before kissing him hard. Richard cleared his throat. "Kind of hangs in the back of the throat, doesn't it." It wasn't really a question but Michael took it for one.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked sounding a little groggy. Richard raised his head a little and looked at him, thinking Michael looked completely blissed out.
Richard smiled, "I'm talking about your load, it kind of hangs in the back of throat."
"Oh," Michael swallowed, "Yeah I guess it does, doesn't it," he said smiling.
Richard lay there on top of Michael, looking into his eyes and thinking how handsome he was beneath him. They lay there for a long time, just looking at each other and now and then giving each other little kisses. Richard held him tightly and laid his head on Michael's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Michael put his arms around Richard and they lay there for a long time, just holding one another, until they fell asleep like that.
Michael awoke sometime later. During the night they had moved around a lot. They were still in each other's arms but Richard lay more to Michael's right side.
Michael sighed, looking at Richard. God, he was so unbelievably handsome, and he seemed more so asleep. Moonlight spilled into the room from window and Richard's body seemed to glow in it. They had never bothered to get under the covers in the bed, and the towels we had used to dry and then cover ourselves with still lay under them. Michael felt no desire to get under the covers; the house was warm and he was still close to Richard who was warm. It came to Michael as he looked at Richard's glowing body in the moonlight that he was semi-hard. Even semi-hard, he looked huge -- it must have been 9 or 10 inches.
After Michael had first "discovered himself", he started having more than one fantasy about Richard. Jack-off sessions had never gone any further than that one encounter (not counting the one they had just shared). They had never touched each other. After that, though, he had often brought that encounter back up in his mind to help him get off, he and Richard jerking each other off. Michael had gotten on-line once or twice to look for porn and more and more he noticed that while he liked looking at other men, he was comparing them always to Richard. It didn't take Michael long to realize that he was hopelessly in love with Richard. He hadn't known how to act on it so he just contented himself with their occasional jack-off sessions, always storing them away in his head to bring them back up later at home. Michael loved to watch Richard cum, those few seconds when he so blissed out. Sometimes his eyes were closed, and his mouth parted slightly trying not to make a sound as he came. Other times Richard's eyes opened wide and looked completely zoned out as he came.
While he was on-line, he had also found several gay stories and read them. His favorites were the ones where the guys fucked each other. He had often fantasized about fucking Richard, but more often he had fantasized about Richard fucking him.
He wondered if he could do it if it, would it hurt? Richard was so big. Michael was rock hard just thinking about it. He wondered after tonight if he would ever get to find out. He really wanted to try. Michael had gotten some KY at a little grocery store across town, one he almost never went to. He felt embarrassed about buying it. He was used to jacking off but he also knew from all his reading on-line that he would need it if he ever wanted to get fucked; he thought it would take a lot of lube with Rich. Michael had experimented a little with his fingers and what not. Finding his prostate had been easy enough, cumming like that was exhilarating, to say the least.
Michael was worried, though, at the same time, was this just a one-time thing or was there something more to this? They had never once spoken about the other encounter they had shared, and they never spoke during the times they jerked off together. Michael had to know what this was. Michael loved Richard; he knew that, did Richard feel the same way? Michael was almost sure Rich felt the same. He had to know for sure, though.
Michael leaned in close to Rich's ear. "Richard?" He whispered softly. Richard let out a soft groan and stretched a bit as he woke up to the call. He looked over at Michael and smiled, and Michael's heart leapt at that smile.
"Hey, Mikey, is it morning already?" He looked around groggily at the open window and the moon full outside. "Guess not..." he said. Richard rolled on his side to look at Michael. Noticing his expression, he asked "Is something wrong?" genuinely concerned.
"I hope not," Michael said, a little anxious. "Can we talk?"
Richard pulled himself up on an elbow, "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
Michael was a little unsure how to go on, so he just went with it. "About what we did tonight, what does this mean for us?"
"Well, I hope we're still friends." Richard said.
"What if I don't want to be just friends anymore, what if after this I don't think we can be just friends?" Michael asked.
Richard looked like Michael had just slugged him the stomach. "You don't want to be friends anymore?"
"NO!" Michael said, stricken at the look Richard was giving. Then his friend looked even more hurt. "I mean yes, I mean...FUCK!" This wasn't going the way he wanted it to at all and Richard looked almost heart broken. Michael said," I said that wrong. This isn't going the way I wanted it...I meant to say, what if I want to be something more than just friends?"
Richard's face calmed a bit. "Ah, ok," he said, looking more than a little unsure.
"I'm not explaining this to well, am I?"
"Not really, but I think I know where you might be going with this."
"Ok and..."
"You want to be more than friends?"
Michael nodded.
"So I assume that means you want to be, what...lovers?"
Michael didn't like that word and he cringed a little. Richard took it wrong.
"Then what do you want to be?"
"No," Michael said, "that's it... I just don't like the word `lovers'." He smiled shyly.
Richard seemed a little confused, "So you do want to be lovers?" he asked, unsure.
"Well, for lack of a better word, yes..."
Richard scratched the back of his neck. "Well, for lack of a better word, yeah. I would want to be lovers," he said, smiling a little.
"Will you say it, then?"
"I just did,"
"No, will you say you love me?"
"Of course I love you. I thought that much would have been obvious after what happened tonight, what are you deaf, blind, and dead?"
Michael sagged, relieved, "No, I just needed to hear you say it," he said, smiling and moving closer to him.
"Well..." Richard stated. "I'm waiting."
"For what?" Michael asked
"Mikey, I really do you love you, but you can be really dense sometimes...I'm waiting for you to return the favor."
"OH!" It suddenly came to Michael what he wanted, "I love you, too."
"Good boy." Richard said and leaned over to kiss him. "Can we go back to sleep now? I suppose we should get under the covers..." he said almost absently.
"Ah, no," Michael stated. "We can't go to sleep just yet, but I guess we can get under the covers. I was wondering though if you wanted to do something..." Michael had a mischievous grin on his face.
Richard grinned back. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want you..." he started, not really sure how to go on. "I want you inside of me."
Richard looked a little confused at first but it took him just a second though to realize what Michael meant. "OH!" he said, eyes widening. "Well...I...ah..." He let out a little giggle. "I've never done that before..."
"What, like I have experience?"
"I don't know, actually...do you?"
Michael gave him a playful smack, "No," he said a little indignantly, then remembered his fingers and amended that statement slightly. "Well, not really..."
Richard looked at him. "Ok...I think it's my turn to be dense. What does that mean?"
"Well..." Michael started, a little abashed, "I have read about it, a little and I did try some ah fingers, up there..." He trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
"Oh, really!" Richard had a broad smile on his face now. He got up, and his dick was hard but flapping, Michael noticed. He pulled the covers up on his side of the bed and crawled in. After I second Michael did the same. "So since you're the one with all the experience, how do we continue...?"
Michael looked at the big comforter on his bed and remembered the other layers on his bed for winter. "Hold on just one second." Michael got out of bed and took the big comforter in his arms and tossed it to the floor and took the other layers off with it until just the one bed sheet remained covering Richard. Then Michael walked around to the night stand and opened the little drawer on the night stand were he kept little odds and ends. Shoved into the back was his little bottle of lube. Michael tossed it onto the bed and climbed back in next to Richard. He looked that the little bottle Michael had tossed on the bed next to him and picked it up and held it up to light, to read the bottle.
"KY huh...a little more than half full. You've been playing around with this huh, Mikey." It wasn't a question, and Michael blushed.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Michael said, "Yeah well...anyway we'll need that..."
Richard nodded. "Ok, well what else do we need?"
"Well that's about it unless you want to use a condom...I think I have one somewhere..." Michael turned to open the little drawer again and he stopped me.
"No," he reached for Michael, setting the little bottle of KY aside for a moment, "If we do this I don't want anything between us...besides we're both virgins right?" Richard would know if Michael had had sex, with a girl anyway, there was still a hint of question in that, though
"Right" Michael blushed again, "ok then," Richard was staring at him.
"God, I love you're blushes," he said, reaching over to Michael, who moved closer to him and they embraced, him on top of Michael again and they kissed. "You are so beautiful." Michael could feel Richard's cock; he was rock hard. Michael was rock hard too. They continued to make out for quite some time, rolling back and forth on the bed. "So..." Richard reached for the little bottle of KY, "How do we do this." Michael I looked at Richard above him with bottle for a long time, thinking about his huge cock, GOD! I hope I can do this! Michael thought to himself franticly.
Michael considered how he wanted to do this and after a time he decided. "Roll over on your back." he told his friend. Richard complied, rolling over on his back, taking a little time to move a pillow under his head. Michael figured this way he would have a little control over how much of Richard he took. "Just go slow when we start please."
Richard must have noticed something in Michael's voice, and he raised himself up on his elbows, and said "I know I'm a big guy, Mikey. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this as much as me. If at any time you want to go slow, or stop even, just tell me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, baby."
I could have cried -- he called Michael `baby'. Michael loved him for that more than anything. "Ok," Michael nodded. He took the bottle of KY from Richard, and popped the cap.
Michael poured a generous amount of KY into his right hand and greased both their cocks up, jacking them off a little with both cocks in one hand. Richard moaned at that a little. Michael took a little bit more lube and greased up his own hole. Taking a deep breath, he raised himself up with Richard's cock still in his hand and positioned it at his entrance. Slowly he lowered himself on Richard's hard pole. The head breached his ass ring suddenly, and I Michael tensed and stopped, Christ! He thought to himself, he's feels even bigger and I just have the head in! Taking it very slowly, Michael inched a little bit more of Richard's cock up his ass. He wasn't sure he was going to make it; even with Richard so well lubed, he still hurt like hell. Michael took a few deep breaths and relaxed, easing up on the tension he had built up. As his ass ring started to relax and got used to Richard, the pain started to subside a little and he lowered himself more. As Michael made it about halfway down and Richard's cock started brushing up against his prostate, he relaxed even more. Eyes closed, he eased himself all the way down on the monster cock and stopped.
Michael looked down at Richard whose eyes were open wide with shock. "Oh Jesus Christ, Mikey, you feel so fucking incredible." Michael relaxed completely with his words -- there was no pain any more, there was only pleasure.
"Oh my God, Rich..."
Richard leaned up, concerned. "Am I hurting you? Do you want to stop?" Michael I embraced him as he leaned up and pulled him close...
"Don't you dare stop, you feel so good up my ass. Make love to me, Richard." Embracing Michael back, all trace of concern gone, he pulled him close and kissed him and then started thrusting. Michael grunted at the first thrust and Richard hesitated a bit. "Keep going," Michael urged him, "you feel so good, please don't stop" Michael told him urgently. Richard continued thrusting up into Michael, slow and tender at first.
"Oh God, Mikey, this is so good, you're so hot and tight, Mikey." Michael started to move with Richard's thrusts; up and down they started into a rhythm. Richard kissed Michael fiercely as his thrust started to increase. Without warning, he flipped Michael over onto his back and somehow forced even more of his massive cock up Michael's ass, who cried out in pleasure. Richard slowed just a bit to make sure it was pleasure, and then repositioned Michael a bit with his ass in the air and his legs rapped around him. Richard started to really make love to Michael. There were no more words now. Richard reached down and started to jerk Michael off. He whimpered at the attentions Richard was giving his cock but he didn't stop. They were both working toward that point of no return. Leaning down and kissing Michael hard, his hands wrapped tightly around his bare ass, his lovemaking continued. It was the most incredible feeling -- Richard felt so good inside of him! He didn't know that it would be like this.
Without warning, Michael came. Cum spraying up between them, he arched back and cried out "OH GOD RICHARD," Michael had never cum so hard in his life. The pleasure he was feeling was indescribable. He didn't want it to ever end. Michael's ass tightened and convulsed around Richard's cock as he came.
Michael looked into Richard's eyes and knew he was close; his thrusting became frantic as he pounded into Michael's ass again and again. Their eyes locked and Michael knew Richard was about to cum inside of him. "JESUS CHRIST IN HEAVEN, MICHIE!" he shouted as he came. Michael felt Richard's cock jerking inside of him, his warm hot seed filling him up. Before Michael knew it he was coming again, another smaller spray of cum spilled out his cock, and for the second time that night, light exploded inside his head. Michael cried out again, this time with no words at all.
Richard collapsed on top of Michael, still inside of him. He was panting hard, "Oh god, Mikey, I love you so much..." Richard whispered into his ear softly. He slipped out of Michael's ass with a pop, and Michael felt suddenly empty but content.
Richard held Michael in his arms and Michael held him in his. "I love you, too, Richard," he whispered. Michael felt a tear run down his face as he felt the truth in those words.
And for the second time that evening, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The End...