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'SiLeNTLy PoPuLAR' o2
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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That conversation with his father seemed to carry Kristjan through a few months, all the way through his next birthday, turning fifteen. Being that coming out to the idol of his life didn't throw a wrench into their relationship, he decided it might be time to come out to his best friend, Pete.
He and Pete had talked informally about friendship, which moved to the next level, both enjoying their first kissing another man, or boy, as their ages reveal. However, crossing that threshhold, they felt more like men than boys!
"We can't tell anyone about this. We've got to keep it our secret," Pete says in a worried manner.
"Sure. Of course, Pete, but may I ask why?"
As a result of Kristjan's father associated with the American Embassy in D.C., along with the job came more of a prestigious salary. Therefore, the area of town he grew up in, was more elite than the trailer park Pete lived in. It really made Kristjan thankful for the life he had, having a mother and father who cared about him.
Once he had gone to Pete's home, at a trailer park, and that one time was enough to never want to go back there!
Strewn about were dishes and clothing, empty cans of food, a real life adult pig pen. Of Pete's older brother, he didn't care much for Rob. Every other word was an explicative, demonstrating why a person should quit school. High school didn't prove anything valuable to Rob, which had him walking out in tenth grade, vowing never to return. He also smoked something funny smelling and drank beer, lots of it.
Kristjan was able to bring himself to thinking it was an environment he wanted to exclude himself from ever coming back to. As a compromise, he invited Pete to his house. Of the four bedroom house, Pete thought he had entered a mansion. Once he lay eyes on the in-ground pool at the back of the house, he was hooked on studying there permanently.
Pete didn't know where in the world his mother was off to, his father at home rarely, to deliver the rent and leave a few dollars for food. His oldest brother, Rob, 23-years-old, was left in charge. There was a sister, but she got pregnant and left at age sixteen. Other than himself, Gary, nineteen, lived there until an incident arose which had him gone also.
It wasn't without words of wisdom, upon Gary's departure, telling Pete, "get out when you feel it's the right time. Better than living in this hellhole."
Of Gary, Kristjan had asked, but Pete was reluctant to fill him in on the story, not while in the presence of Rob, who responded with a cold, "none of your business, dude."
After Rob walks out, Kristjan makes judgement, "rude!"
Pete thought he was serious, because that's how things were at home. When Rob spoke, a guy better listen. And listen good.
"Ignore Rob. I do. He only says things to get you mad back at him," Pete responds.
"None of my business, but did Rob ever get that way?"
That's one of the things Pete liked about Kristjan, he was always showing concern. Sometimes he felt that words weren't enough, that hugging him could be a safe place to take his rebounding feelings.
Thinking too long on that principle, had Kristjan waiting too long, "what?"
It was apparent Pete was hiding something.
Seemingly the stronger half of the duo of friends, Kristjan presses, "dude, you can trust me, you know?"
"I know," Pete finally opens up, "but if Rob."
"Look," places a hand of confidence on Pete's shoulder, "Rob isn't going to know anything, unless it comes from me and that's not gonna happen."
He felt ninety-eight percent sure of Kristjan's words, but that two-percent haunted him, "I will, but not right now. Okay?"
"Of course," Kristjan was cool with it. "Whenever you're ready.
Throughout their eleventh year of high school, Pete spent more time at Kristjan's house than his own. His brother, Rob, never seemed to mind, or care. The envelope of cash, handed from father to the eldest son, a small portion ended up in Rob's pocket before he portioned the rest off to the other siblings. Another reason for Gary and Meg, when they reached an older age, departed from the home front. With a smaller stipend, they didn't have much to live on. Meg found a man who loved her, got pregnant, and moved in with him. Gary, with peer pressure on his back, had found a girlfriend, when really he was into guys. Too bad Gary and Pete weren't that close. Gary could have been a mentor to Pete, in all things gay, as he knew it. But Gary was reluctant to share that fact about himself, not even to his younger brother!
Having been friends for the past two years, that day came, at the end of their junior year of high school, when Pete was ready to open up.
Backing up to earlier that day, it was the last day of Pete's eleventh year of high school, which coincided with him turning eighteen a few days before. He was in heaven yesterday, Kristjan preparing, himself, from scratch, some snacks to have out back at the pool. Their Thursday evening began in the afternoon, with swimming and then gouging themselves with the snacks, followed by burgers on the grill about two hours later. He did receive a text from his brother, Rob wanting him home on Friday, something about a meeting for family business.
"That's a shame," Kristjan says, him and Pete having a really good time out by the pool.
"Unavoidable," Pete replies, standing there with Kristjan, butt-naked after coming from the pool. "Besides, if it's family business, that could mean something about turning eigtheen and getting some money. Same thing happened with Gary. He flew home from Seattle, came, got a big envelope, then left. I would've liked to have been home when he was there, but I was," Pete smiles, "with you."
With their relationship as friends, they've crossed the lines a few times over the past few years. For each other, it was a first, holding each others cock, firming each other up, shooting their first loads together. After awhile, they dared each other to suck each other. Proved highly erotic and the suspence of the buildup provided quite the explosion of 'lava flow'. They've tasted each other, with high raves of how it's tasted on the palate, but they didn't make a regular habit of it. More, Kristjan and Pete were into hand action and less lips!
Feeling mutual, Kristjan places hands on both of Pete's bare shoulders, "and I've enjoyed every moment of it. But. If it means you're getting a sum of money, would come in handy next fall, for college?"
Pete agreed and the two, instead of taking up separate lounge chairs by the pool, took Kristjan's hand and was led to the other side of the pool.
"Probably more for me, than you, I have a surprise."
As their shafts dangled down, accepting the slight breeze between their legs, Kristjan led Pete over to the other side of the pool.
"What's this?" Pete says of a tarp covering a massive part of the patio.
"My dad, I told him of your idea and he's taken you up on it."
One sweep of Kristjan trying reveal what was hidden underneath, took more than one try, "I guess I could use an extra set of hands?"
Pete, who was standing off to the side, still a little shaky of baring his shaft and balls, uncups them, "no problem."
Something Kristjan could never remove from his mind, was how beautiful Pete looked, naked. At first he thought Pete's hair was brown, but over the past two years, it seemed more blondish. Mostly smooth chest and stomach, he's noticed how small amounts of darker hair has congregated around his navel, filling in below it. His pubes were exquisite, defined balls and long cock, sitting among more fuzz than on all of his bod! That first day they traded blow jobs, Kristjan thought he would find it repulsive, tasting the fibers of hair. Not so, he enjoyed licking Pete 'down there', his tongue like a brush painting a wall.
When the tarp flew up, for moment, that beauty was wiped from his mind.
When it settles, Pete says, "are you stalking me?"
"Yeah," Kristjan chuckles, "but no more than you are of me?!"
Even though they were madly in love with each other's bod, what appeared under the tarp, made them get over it.
"Oh. Wow!"
"Yeah," Kristjan says of the neatly coiffed poolside environment. "Dad thought your idea was awesome."
Surrounding the plot of the remodeled area of the pool, it started with a grassy area, of real plants that grow near the shoreline, a blanket of vanilla colored beach sand and a border of cement, to keep the sand from sliding into the pool.
"Oh, Kristjan," Pete's eyes filled up.
It's the first time he's seen Pete with eyes of cheerful weeping and not that of one of his horrible renderings of growing up with an alpha brother.
Walking over to him, he places one arm around Pete's shoulder, "I thought it would make you happy to see one of your plans come to life?"
They nogged heads together, as Kristjan gives Pete an affectionate hug.
"I am, but. It's the first time anyone believed in me."
Knowing Pete's past has proved just the opposite, Kristjan gives him a kiss on the cheek, "I know. Your talent has been way under-developed. But I'm sure the next other half of your life is going to be totally awesome."
They hugged front to front. Both knew, after that first time of sex, they chose not to make if a regular habit, but trying to keep a promise over true feelings, they have broken that bond a few times over.
Pete's cell then chimes in, "I should get that."
"Can it wait?"
Kristjan, having done much for Pete and his self esteem over the past few years, how could he not, "sure. Whoever is calling, it can wait."
Right now, being with Kristjan was the most important thing of being in the moment.
"Ready to try your idea out?"
Kristjan steps into the sandy area of the pool, which replicates the same as the seashore, without the rolling waves of an ocean.
"Thanks," Pete says, smiling and taking his friend's hand.
"Hold on. Let me grab a towel," Kristjan hurries away.
Pete thought on it, about to shout to Kristjan to get his phone. Most likely it was Rob, wanting him to pick up a loaf of bread of something on the way home. However, Pete had a strong feeling he would be spending the night!
Except, the good person Kristjan is, he returns saying, "here. I got your phone. It looks Rob is trying to get a hold of you."
It put a downer into the elated feeling Pete was having right now and ready to forget about it, sees four texts, "I guess I better take this."
The last text was precise, saying, 'call me NOW!'
"Rob wants me to call him. He makes it sound important."
"Call him. Whatever it is, you can always say no?"
"True," Pete giggles.
Two years ago, Pete wouldn't have been so easy to resist Rob's badgering, but with being fed how to go about doing things, Kristjan has taught him a lot about dealing with situations.
It didn't even take a minute for Pete to connect with Rob, instructions dictated to him and then hung up on, "Rob says his car isn't working and he needs some stuff from the store, to come home right now."
Half joking, partial seriousness, Kristjan says, "Rob doesn't know how to ride a bike?"
He was trusting Kristjan more than anyone else he's ever come across. It seemed like something more than friends, but being Pete has never known much more than people who have pretended 'love', only to go in the opposite direction.
"Seriously?"
There were things about Pete he's never shared with anyone outside of the trailer, except Rob. This left him with the impression whatever he had going with Kristjan, it wasn't going to last, not if he ever shared the circumstances which accompanied that feeling.
Pete looked serious, even though the cute smile facing him. It did seem like the rest of his friends, Kristjan often using the same 'seriously' phrase and then laughing it off, but he saw Pete wasn't joking.
Grabbing a towel, Kristjan says, "c'mon. Let's dry off and I'll take a ride with you."
"No," Pete dries off, "I'll go by myself."
His hand was pinned to Kristjan's chest, but there was another issue at hand, "and, you're going to drive yourself in what?"
"Oh. Right," Pete says, thinking Kristjan had drove him here, but with an alternative, "I can walk."
"You're going to walk to the store, then carry it home?"
By now Kristjan was way ahead of Pete, having skipped the briefs and pulled shorts on, covering his shaft and balls, zipping up, being careful not to catch hair or anything else in the zipper.
"I can manage."
Neat and tidied up, Kristjan, stopping whereas his shorts hung below his bellyhole trail, he says, "why do I have a feeling you are avoiding me, Pete?"
There it was, the ultimatum, presenting Pete with a choice, either the building friendship he has with Kristjan, or catering to the whims of his older brother.
"I suppose you can drop me off and wait?"
From one feeling to the next, Kristjan agrees, "good. Now, are you going like that, or putting some threads on?"
Not which Kristjan wasn't enjoying the view, Pete's smooth bod, a muscled way the contours ran from north to south. He knew, other than swimming and the small home gym in the basement, he and Pete didn't really do much working out, but Pete was still left with a chiseled look. Often observed when they did lift weights, in the warm basement, naked, Pete's crotch did have a chiseled look to it and that main muscle was well developed!
Dressed, the two hopped in Kristjan's car and were on their way. Instead of the supermarket, Pete had him stop at the 11-7 store.
After entering the deserted parking lot, Kristjan says, "uh, dude, I don't think they well milk and bread?"
"I know," Pete says, the two sitting in the car., seemingly casing the dark facade of the adult book store.
"I think they're closed?"
"Not for some customers. Uh, can you pull around back?"
Kristjan was hesitant, but at the time thought it a wise idea, being he wouldn't want someone he knows, seeing his car parked out front of such a seedy place.
Whether cautious or the fact he's never been in an adult book store, as he drives around, "uh, like, do you go here a lot?"
"Whenever Rob needs me to," Pete half tells the truth.
There's a few things Pete never has told a sole, much of what he's experienced, originating from this very location.
The one time he's met Rob, Kristjan knows he's not such a patient person, that he gets riled up real quick over small details, "well, you better not keep Rob waiting."
"Do you want to come in with me?"
Now. There it was, Kristjan aching to see what's inside, but reluctant, being he didn't think it was the kind of place he's wanted to be recognized at, "um. No. I'll wait here in the car, thanks."
He waited until Pete's car door slams shut, opening his, sticking one foot out, positioned on the ground, "uh, hold up a minute. I think I will check it out."
Kristjan's logic, 'now or never', quick-thinking had him questioning either he would go on his own, which would be 'never', or with someone who has already explored the territory. As he walked the short amount of footage to meet Pete at the door, another vehicle pulls up.
The kind of truck it is, Kristjan questions, "I didn't call for a tow?"
He snickered, throwing off the fact he was nervous.
"Oh, that's Mark. He shops here too."
This was getting interesting, especially since the tow truck operator jacked his door and headed for the entrance and not to tow his car away.
"Hey Pete. What you up to?"
Pete wasn't sure how to react. Maybe it was a bad idea to have Kristjan drive him. With his friend he could be one 'person', but with Mark, he took on a different demeanor.
To throw off all that, Pete says, "good. Hey, this is my friend, Kris."
'Kris?' Kristjan questions in his mind, Pete never calling him that, yet Kristjan had a sense of relief about it and he thought, on Pete's turf, Pete knew the ropes!
"Hey, good to meet you, Mark," Kristjan extends a hand to shake.
Taking Kristjan's hand, Mark lifts it to his lips and formally kisses the back of his hand, "pleased to meet you, sir."
In a way, Kristjan thought it out of character for a bearded, long-haired, greasy outfitted service station man to act, but was charmed none the less. Another thing which swayed his emotion, was the work overalls zipped down to where his navel would be, all covered with dark brown moss!
Too, Mark was a total gentleman, holding the door for he and his friend to pass through, "thanks."
"My total pleasure," Mark replies, adding, "well not totally!"
He laughed and it seemed innocently for Kristjan to laugh along. He also confided, "this is my first time in an adult book store."
Pete didn't say anything, just headed for the counter, where he knew the order Rob phoned in, would be waiting for him.
"Oh then," the bear mechanic says, "let me give you the tour."
"Cool," Kristjan lost all sense of nervousness.
Taking a few steps, Mark shimmies his shoulders out of his service uniform, making excuse, "kind of hot in here, eh?"
Kristjan muses to himself, "yeah, and it just got hotter!"
Figuring he wasn't at school, or church, or in a public place where he had to have this staunch, goody-2-shoes personality pinned on him, he let loose a little.
A swift turn around had Kristjan's nads getting worked up, Mark turning around, flaunting a brown shag rug, from chin down to where his service station uniform hung on hips.
"Like, what can you get into?"
Other than soft, cuddly kissing, groin cuddling up to Pete's, there wasn't much else to discuss, which has Kristjan on the rebound, "not much. What about you?"
Mark lifts both hands and starts playing with his own nips, "how would you like to work these over for starters?"
He didn't take notice at first, but with Mark teasing his own nips, they started to perk up, "uh, like, I guess I could do that."
Though, thinking of doing something and actually doing it, are two different things!
Kristjan was then lost for words or action, standing there, watching Mark 'do himself'.
Pete to the rescue, comes by with a bag big enough that he had to position it against his chest. Totally out of character for Kristjan, Pete says, "I'd do you myself Mark, but I've got Rob waiting."
When they get in the car, Kristjan had questions, starting with, "what was that all about?"
Morphing back to his own gentle self, Pete says, "If I hadn't come along, would you have played with Mark's nips?"
"Um," Kristjan thought it kind of comical from the start, "well, it did look like Mark was getting his kicks out of it!"
"Trust me," Pete says, "it was more than Mark's hips keeping his uniform from falling to his ankles."
Sitting there, hands on the steering wheel, attention at the back door of the adult book store, but car not ignited, Kristjan thinks on it and like a flipped camera in his mind, "ohhhh-h-h-h," it slowly fast forwards, taking his eyes from the mossy chest, being worked by a set of hands, down the flanks of brown hair, hidden navel, "I get it!"
Nervously he laughs, but maybe Kristjan is feeling a little of what Mark could have been feeling!
"Trust me," Pete says, like telling a cautionary tale, "there's things Mark is into that you have no idea about."
He had opened Pandora's box, which in doing so had Kristjan on edge, "like what?"
"Did you happen to notice the department of the store Mark was leading you into?"
Frankly, all Kristjan could remember was the beard, Mark's thick brown thatch, after he unveiled it and then him toying with his nips, twisting and pulling them, "uh, not really."
Pete favored that answer, being he didn't have to explain the handcuffs, various clamps for nips, ball gags, and a collar which could have fit around a man's neck or balls.
"Then let's leave it at that and get to Rob's before he gives me hell for being late?"
He did have one last question, while tearing up the pavement, "how come you and Mark can get in the store when it's only supposed to be open from eleven pm to seven am?"
Kristjan was getting too close to his secret turf, Pete explaining it, "I don't make the rules, okay?"
He thought it kind of blunt, but went with it. Though, instead of turning him off, Kristjan's curiosity kept him on edge.
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At seventeen years old, Kristjan had developed a great father and son union, but of his mother, he slowly drifted. She was still involved in church work until becoming sick and having to give up much of her charity giving of time and talent. Slowly she became bed ridden and then with too much care given, went to 'live' at a hospice.
One of her last thoughts, before being wheeled out of the house by paramedics, "please keep up with your church work, Kristjan."
Often Kristjan had become bored, having worked at the church on Tuesday nights, reporting right after school. Pete was his right hand man, when it came to keeping up on his school work.
"Did you even remember your world history paper was due today?" Pete quizzes Kristjan.
While he was brushing up on Wednesday's math test, Kristjan rattles off, "what world history paper?"
Pete wasn't at all surprised. Closing the bedroom door and walking over to where Kristjan sat at his desk, "Civil Resistance in South Aftrica, 1970's/80's paper?"
Abruptly turning around in his circular chair, Kristjan comes face to face with Pete, "I don't even remember when it was handed out. Did I choose that or..."
Pete was standing there, Kristjan seated, which gave a birds-eye view of the crotch area.
Knowing what Kristjan was staring at, Pete places the tips of his fingers under his friend's chin and lifts, "hey, can we focus on the here and now and think of that later?"
Early on in their lives, the friends were standoffish when it came to 'touch and feel' stuff, though with pre-manhood and the late teen years upon them, Pete and Kristjan were more mature about the subject of 'gazing', 'stalking' and a thirst on the tongue for a view of man-parts.
Looking up at Pete, Kristjan smiles, saying, "I am focusing on the here and now!"
Before he arrived at Kristjan's house, Pete had shuffled it around in his mind what he was going to say to his friend, regarding having, for virtually almost all of their eleventh grade year, helping with homework assignments.
At first it was Kristjan doing all the work, the thought going into a project, wording, etc. When Pete picked up a paper from Kristjan's desk and saw the grade, a 'C', he told Kristjan he wasn't going to get into any college with grades like that.
It was a time when his parents were fighting, then his mother becoming ill, which Kristjan didn't need another downer on his plate, which had him pleading with Pete to 'fix it' this one time before he was given the option to re-submit it.
Out of the kindness of his heart, or maybe more what he was feeling, Pete, before Kristjan was to hand in a report, asked to see it. The idea or gist of the subject was there, but translating it into 'English', it was a mess! Let alone his best friend, Pete had promised himself after that first time, that he wasn't going to be Kristjan's scapegoat. Well that didn't go well with himself, after hearing Kristjan gripe about life's little problems.
At the time, roughly a month ago, Pete felt more like a parent than a peer, telling Kristjan he had to man-up.
We all like it when someone steps in and offers to pick up the slack, but this wasn't the case with Kristjan. Nearing the age of eighteen and being his final year of high school, the past year had been a trying time for him. In addition, he hadn't shared with Pete, a fellow soccer player had been bullying him over being gay.
When Pete heard that he was furious over it, being he had been attending seminars at the local Pride Center and busted Kristjan over not saying anything to him, something about being best friends and best friends are not supposed to keep secrets.
Even though the two have been friends for years, discussing any subject under the sun, it was the first time Kristjan ever used the word, 'love' when saying he cared for Pete and hoped he wouldn't let anything come between them.
That month ago, when Kristjan felt something, stood and kissed Pete on the lips, embraced him, Pete didn't feel anything different, thinking they were falling in love.
However, their senior year began to change all that for Pete. Whereas Kristjan had picked up another day of giving at church, Pete involved himself more a the Pride Center and had his eye on a boy!
Sitting there at his desk, with the ultimatum of trying to coerce Pete into allowing him to give him a blowjob, "no. Not now, Kristjan. We have to get through this and then. Maybe."
This was not the first, second or third time Kristjan was hot for Pete's meat. However, it was not new to him the escape route Pete took, using the same terms, 'get through this. Maybe.'
Also, over the past few weeks, Pete has been talking about the people at the Pride Center, naming in particular this older guy, 'Chad'.
Swiveling around to face his computer, Kristjan says, "I betcha you don't make Chad wait!"
Followed by laughter, Pete knew Kristjan wasn't serious, "and how would you know a fact like that?"
It wouldn't be the first nor last time each has picked up the other guy's phone and checked texts, which has Kristjan play-acting, "when do I get to see you next, Chad? I'm like so impatient to feel your lips pumping my dick!"
It earned Kristjan a swat aside the head of his furry mane, "why do I even bother? Will you look at this," Pete drops the history report over the top of his friend's head.
Was Kristjan ticked off that Pete had met a guy at the Pride Center, which had him thinking their friendship would be on the rocks? He could have been, had he not worked on a psychology paper last week. There weren't many things he had an interest, other than psych, which he did his own casework, thinking why this dude bullied him in soccer. However, soon as that started and he had told Pete, it stopped. He never questioned Pete about it, thinking the situation had resolved on its own. Finding out more about the subject of psych, he made his parents a 'case', thinking why they argued and then why his father, whom he thought hated his mother, took the time to go to the hospital, when his mother fell ill!
Recently Kristjan had read up on the subject of 'puppy love', thinking Pete was the cute puppy he's had all these years and maybe he was mature enough to let the 'puppy' go off to a new owner.
Looking at the reflection of Pete in his laptop screen, he saw Pete was not angry with him, joked, "well, I have to confess, Chad's blowjobs aren't as sensual as yours, cocksucker!"
Being snarky, Kristjan spins back around, "just to let you know, you have the hottest cock to suck!"
"Oh really?" Pete stands there, arms folded along his pecs, "compared to who?"
Thinking back over the years, other than themselves, Kristjan says, "the last time I sucked you off?"
Not which he was sorry, a joke between them, Pete says, "is your throat still sore?"
"No. But I had quite the stomach ache after swallowing all that spunk you pumped down!"
A few years ago, neither would have thought their friendly relationship would have bloomed into what it is today. At the time, Kristjan had thoughts about being the one to have Pete on his knees. That first time they professed to each other, that they were indeed only attracted to boys. With question, based on the general subject of 'top vs. bottom', they tossed the subject around, Kristjan, the 'top' and Pete the 'bottom'. Soon labels were forgotten and trying to suck each other, Kiristjan seemed to be the one who craved having Pete between his lips. Also, that very first time Kristjan sucked Pete, he thought he was going to heave up his innards, at tasting so much flowing in his mouth and down his throat, all at once.
Pete had to dig in on that last issue, proposing to Kristjan, "not as much as that first time you sucked me and almost suffocated on my cum rushing down your throat?"
Turning around once again, rising up, like standing his ground, Kristjan says face to face, "why do you have to always bring that up?"
Pete had a smug smile on his face. Thinking it, he had to prove himself right or wrong, reaching a hand down, between his friend's legs, "well, that's not the only thing that's, 'up'?"
He had already thought him and Pete were becoming distant, but Kristjan rationalized that, that maybe even himself, would find some dude out there. He was glad Pete was the one doing it first. Of right now, says it like the first time he's met his friend, "what do you think I should do about it?"
Staring face to face, Pete starts moving his fingers, unbuckling Kristjan's belt, "oh, you don't have to do anything," their stare remains unbroken.
Assuming one thing, Kristjan is set in his mind, "great. I don't know the last time you've given me a blow job. Fitting that, the last one should be you."
"Not exactly what I was thinking," Pete grabs Kristjan by the shirt, flips him around and pushes him faced front onto the bed.
"Oh shit!"
They had talked about it, but neither one of the friends had the urge to go beyond a handjob or lips sealed around the other's dick. They did finally come into agreement, with the coming of each other's last birthday in high school, it would be a good milestone to perform their first fuck. This 'friends agreement' had failed last month, when Pete had a birthday.
First they couldn't remember the agreement.
"Tell me if I'm right or wrong," Pete says, "do I fuck you, or do you fuck me?"
If Kristjan had his way, it would be Pete fucking him now and again, when he had his birthday in January, "you do me."
Pete would often stay overnight at Kristjan's place, which when he did they replicated an adult gay couple. In order to compensate for a late night in bed, kissing, licking and, most of the time, Kristjan sucking down Pete's protein drink, they saved time by showering together in the morning.
It's Kristjan who set forth what could be the example of later on in life, "hey look," as he stood soaping up Pete's back, "we're a couple!"
It's not which Pete found the idea repulsive, but wanting to get out there in the world before settling down, "wouldn't that be sweet?"
A sixth sense, or something like it, Kristjan knew Pete didn't mean it, but went along with it, being he loved the way Pete could evade a subject by pressing their lips together. Then, the tap to his own pubes, he felt Pete 'growing', Kristjan falling to his knees. In a matter of a couple of minutes it was all over, slime mixing with water as it streamed from Kristjan's over-full mouth, down his teen chest, mixing with his own spunk.
Standing, Kristjan was always proud of himself, yet sought approval, "well, how did I do? Better than yesterday? Worse?"
Pete would always respond with a smile, not because his friend's lips caressing his tube was for the better or worse, but the energy Kristjan still had after getting him off, plus the self-induced handjob, "awesome!"
"Cool!"
Finishing up the shower which took gallons more than a quick in-and-out, water rinsed their bods of the slimy goo, the friends re-soaped where it was necessary, dried off and got ready for school. That's pretty much how their get-ready-for-school went. It didn't need to be any fancy twists, turns, nor drama, them never tiring of it!
For Kristjan, his mom and dad not getting along, drove him to seek out psychological help. Now that his mom was in the hospice, this was just another burden on his mind. The easiest thing to do was to turn to his friend for solace. However, being of nearly the same age, Pete quickly ran out of answers, became dead-ended with solutions.
One day, as he was confronting Kristjan with one of those school papers rehashed, rewritten, typed over and ready to hand in, Pete knew his friend had stress on his mind, "what now?"
"Dad. What will happen to him if something should happen to mom?"
Maybe he didn't like what his mom and dad were doing, but it didn't mean Kristjan didn't love them.
On the other hand, Pete couldn't relate much. In lieu of a mother who wasn't part of the family household, an occasional father and an older brother who could be as authorative as a parent, the only one he could turn to was the shirtless dude in front of him, which drove him to sum up, "there's gotta be a better way.
"I know," Kristjan's mind dwell not on what Pete was saying, but rather the scene at the hospice.
A morbid scene to a young man, sick people extending from room to room, most lying there with tubes up their noses, a cross between scary and horrible. Yet, when he saw his mother in the same predicament, Kristjan became more empathetic. At least, instead of passing right by a person in the hallway, he would smile. Amazingly, they did the same back!
Whenever Kristjan left the hospice and even though he thought his mother couldn't hear him saying it, he did promise to keep up on the church work. Fact is, going to the church auxilliary meeting place and sorting through clothing or cutting up carrots, sooner than later, Kristjan found a person who could fill that void in his life. Without his mother there to mentor him, one of the wardens of the church took on the responsibility, a fellow by the name of 'Karl Svensson'.
After the first time meeting him, which had Kristjan a little embarrased that he didn't know cans of peas had to be put on the shelf, front of the label faced out, the eighteen year old was madly in love. Over some cans of beans?
Karl was awesome in many ways. Kristjan would lie in bed, tossing a soccer ball up in the air, catching it, and with each time, think of a reason for his infatuation.
Coming up with a dozen or so, and sharing it with his friend, it began to carve out what he liked in a guy.
Pete had to laugh, as the two lay shirtless on Kristjan's bed, "you like this dude because of the way his nips show through his shirt? Damn, I could think of way more things!"
Putting his friend on the spot, "for instance?"
"You mean to tell me you checked his chest before his pants?"
It earned a bounce of Kristjan's soccer ball, off of Pete's tight abs, "not all of us think of beauty in the same way!"
Pete hardly felt it, clenching the soccer ball to his stomach. He did pick it up to look, seeing a pink spot, "you're lucky that didn't cause any damage!"
"See what I mean?"
Mystified, Pete says, "no. I don't. Care to explain it?"
Really, Pete did know. It wouldn't be the first time someone complemented him on the peak physical condition he worked on at the gym down the road from the trailer park where he lived. A couple of years ago Pete was truthful, telling Kristjan he never fucked a dude. But now, he was careful not to swear that fact, being there were ways around paying a monthly gym fee and the owner of the establishment was kind of a hot musclehead and bent over weightbench before or after hours, his ass was kinda hot too!
In their latter teen years, readying to graduate from high school, this is where the friends began to discover things about themselves.
"Well," Kristjan begins to think, "no. Never mind. You're going to think I'm an idiot."
For a few minutes there, Pete was bouncing the soccer ball off his taut stomach, but tossing it to floor, turns on his side to face Kristjan, "really? You're going there bro, after how many years we've been friends?"
Often it had been Pete, turning to face Kristjan's flatlined bod, an elbow to the pillow to hold up his head on a slant. Sometimes his hand would be down his jock shorts, playing with himself, but with serious matters, Pete would place a hand on Kristjan's chest and twirl a few strands of pec hair.
With a quirky smile, Kristjan says, "I know."
"So, you going to make me hard, telling me about this dude, or what?"
"He's a minister at the church. You don't get hard over guys like him!"
"What is he, a saint or something?"
"No."
"Cool," Pete says, getting more comfortable, as he could do when it moved him, flipping over, his chest lying on top of Kristjan's pubes, arms folded over his friend's stomach. "Well? More?"
Even though Kristjan, like Pete chose this one time to lie in bed with briefs on, it didn't help that his friend's muscled chest was giving him something to grind against!
"Can we be serious?"
"I am serious."
"Now you're not. You're doing that on purpose, Pete!"
"Doing what?" Pete smiles.
Before he turns back over onto the bed, Pete shows Kristjan he's right, slurping out his friend's navel before the flip!
"That for instance."
"What?" Pete questions, though he knows he's never explained, why he likes to lick his friend's hairy bellyhole!
"Never mind. We're getting off topic."
"You're right. So, tell me more about St. Karl."
"He's not a saint. He likes to be called Flint."
"Flint?" Pete perks up, "that sounds sexy!"
Not enraged, but disturbed over Pete not being serious with him, Kristjan turns over and like it's happened many a time, his friend being a dingbat, slaps a hand on his taut abs, "I thought you were going to be serious about this?"
Certainly, Pete wanted to hear more about 'Father Flint', "okay. I'll be serious."
"Good," Kristjan flips back on his back.
But he had to get one more dig in, "but after our serious talk, can you bounce your soccer ball off my abs a couple of hundred times?"
"Seriously? You just said you were going to be serious!"
"I'm just teasing you, Jan?"
He was about to abandon the bed, but this threw Kristjan off, "what did you call me?"
'Oh shit,' Pete thought, calling his friend a name he loathed, "ugh. Sorry."
"You're not sorry."
Truly, Kristjan was ready to leave the scene, starting to get out of bed, when Pete pulls him back in and throwing himself once again onto his friend's bod, "I'm sorry. Again. I swear," he pins him to the bed, "I'll listen and not interrupt."
Pete signals his sincerity, zipping his lips shut.
They had been to the gym together, but Pete was more the musclehead, flirting with the others of his type, Kristjan doing the bare minimum, leaving. If he had stayed and worked the free weights as much as Pete did the boys, he probably could have wrestled free from his friend's prison.
Instead of emotions they were sharing just now, Kristjan jumps to the matter at hand, "I thought, since Flint already did some off-the-record counseling with me, maybe he could do the same for both of us. But I'd have to ask him first."
Already the wheels of Pete's balls were churning, "sounds like an excellent idea. Is Flint a top or a bottom?"
"I thought you were going to be serious?"
Kristjan tries to get out of the hold his friend has on him.
Squirming didn't help, "I was being serious. Just trying to find out about him before we meet."
Kristjan did get a little squirmish. Like, how could he turn off the conversation, when he too had tried getting the same information out of Flint, beating around the bush.
He thought too long, Pete having to break off his devious thinking, and as usual when Kristjan took his time, "earth to Kristjan. Thoughts? Comments?"
Not sure how much he wanted to volunteer, Kristjan at the least, says, "Flint is gay."
"Like I didn't already know that?"
"How could you tell a thing like that?"
"You hated working at the church shelter when your mom made you go there. You were hating it even more going there by yourself. Something or, 'someone' had to change that attitude?"
Kristjan admitted to himself, 'yeah', there was a change in himself which made it seem like not such a drudge, but reluctant to say, "maybe."
By now, just the foreplay of conversation was driving Pete's pecker into the bed. He was almost at the point of 'grinding', "details?" he pressed onward.
Unlike Pete, Kristjan didn't want to make it sound like a seedy dress-down, "first time I met Flint, I was putting cans of peas on a shelf."
"Doesn't sound too romantic?"
"Hush. The label was wrong, so Flint showed me how to place them."
"Does it get any better?"
As Kristjan knew Pete could be, more about the 'sex' and less about what makes a man, he realized years ago, how he could derive information. Like now, Pete licking a finger and painting a wet paths around each nip.
Reaching the age of puberty, which for Kristjan seemed a lot earlier than most boys, in addition to his tiger trail coming in below his navel, the next place was around his nips. In one rage of an afternoon in bed, he felt compelled to answer Pete's question or what turns him on.
For Pete, it was his churning balls, followed by stiffy.
Kristjan, his nips really got him going. Not only his own thinking, when Pete got wind of this, their time together became a proving ground. Then, as now, Pete was working his way into his friends psyche, by wet pointer fingers drawing targets around the center nip. More into anal than anything else, Pete would agree with himself, getting oral with his friend was more than he would do with any other dude.
"Can we fast forward passed the peas?"
First he had to throw his head back and moan. Pete's wet paws were really driving him mad, passing from his nips down yonder!
Placing his hands over Pete's, Kristjan adds warning, "you have to stop, or else."
Pete was extremely happy, "really?" Sliding down his friend's bod, "can I take a peek?"
"Do you even care about what I'm trying to tell you?"
"Of course," Pete says, but more interested, after he kneels, what's keeping Kristjan's pup tent at attention!
Deciding not to make the conversation any longer than necessary, leaves out the fine details of how it came about, Flint and himself finding out each other is gay, "Flint is knows about me and you already and if we ask him, he might..."
Oh, this was something for Pete to work with, as he bends over, again crawls up Kristjan's bod like a lynx on the prowl, "oh, you told someone I was gay, without my permission?"
Realizing he's just incriminated himself, Kristjan says, before biting a lip, "oops."
It was a small price to pay, Pete thinking it, a tradeoff, revealing his identity in order to feel his friend poking him in the chest!
"That's okay bro. You're going to be owing me a few blowjobs before the day's out!"
In itself, that was no threat. Fact is, both loved giving and getting. Thing that baffled Kristjan so much, if Pete was total top, then why did he get with him to '69'? He guessed some things weren't meant to have a reason, that it was part of doing things on impulse.
"Yuk! You're cock between my lips?"
Now Pete knew was in the clear. Truthfully, there would have to be some horrible circumstance to make best friends turn to hate each other. They've had at least one time each, that they swore they wouldn't speak to each other ever again, but were back in the sack the next day!
Half-hard because of his friend's sweet antics, the other half over a saint he hasn't yet met, Pete turns to the latter, "so, tell me about Flint. For real. And I want no details left out, or else you'll be sucking me off for life!"
"I wouldn't mind."
"I know," Pete gives his friend a peck on the lips before flipping over onto the mattress.
Turning sideways, Kristjan's elbow hits the pillow and as his friend had done for him, wets one of his fingers and follows the valleys of Pete's smooth sixpack.
"I asked Flint later, if putting his hand on my hand, around the can of peas, was an accident or on purpose."
"I think I know the answer to that one!"
"He said it was an accident."
Pete's opinion? "Yeah, right!"
"How can you judge, when you don't know the guy?"
"Well," Pete gets pompous, "apparently one of us does! Like, why don't you get down to the details?"
Pete almost slipped. He was quite the whit at making funny jokes of gay sex. Some guy who didn't like it, buzzed off, but right before told Pete his frequent use of things pertaining to anal or oral sex, was a result of being insecure. Pete brushed it off as the dude's boyfriend not being able to 'get it up'!
For Kristjan, this was borderline seriousness for Pete, so let anything he summised, to slide, "anyway, he took me under his wing to talk about stuff like mom at the hospice, dad and why they didn't get along. Frankly, the way I was handling it all, he thought I was turning out to be a normal teen."
"Really? What did he think about me?"
Pete was ready for the worst, but was surprised Kristjan only told him about him being gay too and that they were friends, plus a little more.
It's then Pete flew a little off the handle, telling Kristjan things he should be saying to a shrink, "you didn't tell him my mom ran away, that my dad, when he was there stole money and food stamps I was supposed to get?" Pete even went beyond what Kristjan didn't know, opening up, "you didn't tell them about Rob, my own brother, him and his friends partying and using me as their boytoy?"
Not only Pete, but Kristjan started to get misty-eyed, turning over and in an unlikely position, lying on top of his teary friend, "I never knew, Pete. Your own brother used you like that?"
Very reluctant even now to share, Pete supposes, "oh, you never knew, so you didn't...say?"
Instead of laboring away at one point, Kristjan says, "all those times Rob texted you and you had to leave, was that for...that?"
"Yup."
No more questioning, all they could do is hug, console, cry and eventually fall asleep, in each others' arms.
Unknown to either of them, it wouldn't be the first time Kristjan's dad had arrived home after work and caught the pair napping in the nude. When his son had fielded the question about the mother saying something about 'the other woman', his father put him off, upon asking.
Drawing off his findings, Kristjan's father would retreat to the master bedroom, strip off suit jacket, tie, shirt, while kicking off shoes. At this point, by habit, he would check to make sure the door was locked. Unlike himself happening upon the scene of his son lying with his lover, for what he was about to do, he didn't wish to share.
Reporting back to the bed, he stepped out of dress pants while he walked. Reaching the bed it was easy to shuck the briefs and lie down. With his fuzzy bod facing the ceiling and before his pent up emotions were lost, the right hand slid down abs till it hit his bush. A long time ago, perhaps even in his own teenage years, he found arousal in tweaking a nip, which is where a hand found stimulation, in order to proceed with an erection.
All it took from there, was to fantasize. Never about his own son, but of Pete, Kristjan's father would think on the friend, that he was lying there, having the teen drill his ass. He would even take his tall shaft to term, thinking of being tied down, with no recourse but to surrender, to either sucking or, lubing up the teen cock, taking it up the ass.
It was all good, being it produced an enormous amount of semen!
Double checking, he lifted his head, stared down his fuzzy bod and made sure he indeed lock the door, then licked off his hand, thinking of it as a precursor to an evening supper.
It did occur to the father, occasionally, how in the hell he was going to explain to Kristjan about that 'other woman', when the 'woman' was a man!
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