The Way We Had to Be

Author's Note

The story I tell here is largely true. The names of the other participants and of the institutions mentioned have been changed. The events described began in the mid-1990s and concluded just a few years ago.

The narrative features extremely raunchy sex (hardly any limits) between high school boys. If the age of the characters or the acts they perform might offend you, don't read on.

I have no plans to continue writing about these characters. I do value readers' reactions to the plot, the characters, the activities and other matters so don't hesitate to write me at adamperry1@msn.com. If you would like me to send you pictures to give you a mind's eye view of what Tyler, Adam and the others could look like, let me know.

Thanks. Read on if you dare (:-?) !

THE WAY WE HAD TO BE by Adam Perry

Sometimes two people meet and an entanglement starts.

It deepens. It twists. And then it ends.

"Dude -- It seems like you love my asshole as much as you love my dick. What's up with that?"

We were sprawled naked on the king size bed in Tyler's room at about three on a Saturday afternoon, the rest of his house empty. We were both sixteen, junior class at West Los Angeles High School. He was lying on his back, hands cupping the back of his head, legs parted. I was on my side with my cheek resting on his taut, muscled belly. My left hand was under his ass and his testicles rested on my wrist. My forefinger was pushed up inside his rectum as far as it could reach, exploring once again the silky walls of his tight chute. With my right hand I was idly playing with the six inches of his now flaccid penis. My own organ was completely hard again but barely surpassed Ty's soft one in length. When I pulled my finger out far enough to rub his prostate I could get a glistening drop of clear seminal fluid to emerge from his urethra and when it did I would move my head down to lick it up and savor the familiar flavor.

Tyler was fast approaching six feet in height. He must have weighed about 150. He had a lanky jock body with sharply defined pecs, nickel size brown nipples, well-muscled arms and legs, wide shoulders, slim hips and waist. I already told you he had a big hefty dick for his age. It was perfectly formed too; smooth white shaft with just a fine blue hint of the blood vessel inside, helmet head a bit pinker than the shaft, dusky blond pubes, plum-sized balls in a loose, slightly furry, sac. His butt was perfect too. Small round buns-smooth and firm--with no hair and a crack that began just below the two little dimples on his lower back.

I was a little shorter than Ty and weighed about the same. My build was more boyish. My penis was a little above average and I had a pretty nice butt. My hair was dark brown and was just about to start growing on my chest and legs. People said I had a nice smile.

"What's up with me loving your butthole? It's because only I get to see it, to mess with it. Lots of people see your dick, man. Lots of girls have sucked on it and had it up their cunts. But your asshole? That's my territory, you know?"

"You are so weird, Adam. But, hey, don't stop what you're doing man. You know I am cool with your dedication or whatever it is."

This all started five years ago. All through middle school I had an enormous crush on Tyler Jackson but never had the courage to so much as speak to him. He was the most popular guy in our grade and for good reason. He was totally cute, had an enviable body with definition in his chest and arms already apparent, was reasonably intelligent, a gifted athlete and had a dick that the guys estimated was five inches long when soft: someone said it grew to over six inches when he had a hard-on. This, when he was thirteen.

Me? Adam Perry? Pretty ordinary. Who knew from gay desires then? To us, gay was just an epithet for dumb. But I had learned to jack off and when I did, a lot, it was always Tyler in my fantasies. Often he was naked and sported the spectacular erection that I had, of course, never actually seen. My Tyler-dreams also seemed fixated on his superb butt and the hole hidden between his buns.

So, now we are fifteen, ready for high school in the fall. I get invited to a celebratory camp-out up in the southern Sierras. When I heard that Ty was to be there I avidly accepted the invitation. Brian had planned the trip and Ethan, Rodrigo and Sean made up the six of us.

About forty miles from Porterville the trail began and climbed up the mountains to Pear Lake. We set up camp; no one else was there. We had lugged in two pup tents, sleeping bags, enough grub for the three nights we planned to stay and lots of six packs we left to cool in the lake. During the day we fished in the lake, hiked around the area, smoked weed and skinny-dipped.

Whoa, skinny-dipping was a bitch for me. Seeing Ty naked gave me an immediate boner. His smooth handsome face was topped with shaggy dirty blond hair. His eyes were bright grey. I've already told you about his body and genitals. I was able to hold my hands in front of my crotch to hide my erection and the icy cold water of the lake shriveled my cock back down each time I waded in.

Brian had arranged that he and Ty were to share one pup tent. I was insanely jealous. Sean and Ethan slept in the other tent. Rodrigo and I lay side by side under the stars in our sleeping bags. He fell asleep quickly and I was able to jack myself off the first two nights, the fantasies of Ty more intense than ever.

On the last night we were sitting around the campfire after dinner. The weather was balmy and we all wore just tshirts and shorts. Brian had never dressed after the skinny-dip; he was still stark naked. His modest penis stuck out hard (four inches?) from time to time. This embarrassed us but we knew he had chugged down several brews and so stopped badgering him about it.

We were all feeling mellow from the beer and pot. After a while Brian said, smirking rather evilly,

"Dudes, we should do a circle jerk to celebrate. Once we're in high school we will be getting so much pussy we won't ever need to beat off again."

"Fuck you, man. That is so gay," said Sean.

Ethan groaned his concurrence.

"Well, I'm gonna do it, shithead."

He plopped himself down on a folded blanket near the fire and began playing with himself. The moonlight was bright and the fire roared so everything was highly visible. Rodrigo laughed and began taking off his shorts and tshirt. Ty looked around, smiled and started to undress. I did too. Sean and Ethan were embarrassed but after a while stripped and joined us in the circle to stop the catcalls coming from Brian and Rigo.

So here is a circle of six naked fifteen year-old boys around the fire. Brian and I maneuvered positions next to Tyler. We were arranged like this:

• Ethan * Sean

• Rigo FIRE * Brian

• Adam * Tyler

I was already stiff of course and was nervously stroking my six-incher. Rigo and Sean were the only ones uncircumcised. When I got the courage to glance over at Ty on my right he was moving his fist up and down on what must have been seven and half inches of impressive wood. Brian was also staring at Ty's crotch and blinking rapidly.

Brian said, "Guys. Hold off nutting too quick. Make it last."

Then, "Know what? We should give each other a hand. Part of the best buddies celebration, get it?"

"You're such a weirdo, Brian", Sean said.

"You're such a faggot, Brian", Ethan said.

Everybody tittered but soon Brian's fingers were wrapped around Ty's dick, pumping slowly.

Rigo reached for mine and began to stroke me.

Ethan and Sean began masturbating each other as though it wasn't the first time.

I had no interest in Rigo even though he was a good friend. I could see that he had pulled the foreskin off the head of his ample cock.

"Fuck it" I said to myself. "It's now or never"

I reached my right hand out toward Ty and put my fingers around his hard organ. There was room for both Brian's hand and mine. Ty smiled at me and put his hands to the ground on each side to support himself. I used my other hand to caress his balls, his glance at me granting permission.

Suddenly Brian shouted, "Fuck, I'm coming" and pearly white semen erupted from his cock. His hand left Ty; he was on his back, breathing rapidly.

I had Tyler to myself now. I had cum once and was hardly aware that Rigo continued to masturbate me. I used both my hands to stroke Ty's phallus up and down, tight and loose, feeling the steely hardness beneath the velvety skin of his shaft. His glans turned purple as I rubbed my fingers over it and I squeezed the flesh around his piss hole to make it open a little. Sometimes my left hand went to his testicles. They were the size of plums and his lightly-haired scrotum was loose. My hand ventured under his balls a few times to stroke his smooth perineum.

Ty purred with satisfaction as he observed what I was doing and sometimes his eyes met mine. There was thin smile on his sexy lips. His expression indicated what? Pride? Superiority? He wasn't grateful; it was as if he was receiving his due.

Sean and Ethan stayed busy jacking each other. Rigo had given up on me. He lit a cigarette, stared off into space. I could not tell if Brian was conscious enough to take in what I was doing to Tyler.

Ty's dick hardened even more. He shouted "fuck, fuck, fuck! His urethra snapped open and five huge issues of semen flew out of his organ, splattering his chest, his chin, my arms and even my shoulder. I came again without touching myself. When he recovered I wiped the cum off his body and face with my bundled tshirt but left his sperm puddles on my own body. I think Ty saw me dip a finger into the glob on my forearm and then lick it off . Again that enigmatic smile crossed his face.

We hiked down the mountain the next morning. Ty and I exchanged some banter but made no reference to what had happened the night before. Brian gave me only angry glances. Rigo smiled at me and winked. Ethan and Sean seemed oblivious.

The summer passed. I saw nothing of Tyler. He lived in an upper-middle class NcMansion with his parents and sister on 23rd Street south of San Vicente. My mom and I shared an apartment about a mile away on 18th Street south of Montana. She worked long hours as an assistant editor in a movie studio.

My infatuation with Tyler was undiminished. His dominating presence in my masturbatory fantasies continued as well.

We began our tenth grade at West Los Angeles High School that fall. He was in my algebra class and my English comp class. We exchanged " 'Sup, dude"s but nothing more. My notebook covered the hard-on his presence always evoked.

About two weeks into the semester I worked up the courage to call him.

"Hey, Tyler. It's Adam, Adam Perry."

"Dude. What's going on?"

"I just wondered if you wanted to hang out sometime."

"Mmmm, don't know. I have football practice and homework and shit like that to do, man."

"Ty, you remember what we got up to at the camp-out this summer?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Just thought you might like me to, uh, do that for you again."

"Awesome. Come over now."

I hopped on my bike and was ringing the doorbell ten minutes later. He opened the front door to let me in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off jeans slung low on his hips. You could just make out the trail of blond pubic hair that began at his navel and disappeared under the waist of his shorts. I followed him up the stairs marveling at the movement of his tight, trim butt. We entered his room where he lay down on his bed, his back against the headboard. I sat on a chair a few feet away.

He looked at me levelly and said, "Dude, if you want to play with my dick you gotta come over here to the bed."

I sat close to him and said, "Tyler, can I pull your shorts off?"

"That's what you're here for," he replied

He unbuttoned his fly then raised his ass so I could slide the cut-offs down his legs and over his bare feet.

He was even more breath-taking than I remembered. His penis was only half hard. It pointed up along his flat belly, reaching to his navel. I moved my hand toward his genitals, but he grabbed it with his before I made contact.

"Adam, you know I'm not gonna do anything with your junk, right? But if you are into a one way deal, I'm cool with that."

"I don't expect anything like that, Ty. I just sort of need to do this to you. I dunno why."

I looked down at the boner tenting my own shorts then at him and saw his smile.

I cupped his heavy balls with my left hand and clutched the thick shaft of Mr. Jackson, as I was beginning to call his cock, with my right. He got fully erect quickly. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss hole.

I came spontaneously when I saw that but did not stop stroking him.

"Jeez, Tyler. It must be almost eight inches long. Can I measure it some time?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing, man. It feels so bitchin'!"

I bent toward his crotch. I looked at him and read YES in his eyes.

My tongue flipped out and scooped the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and into my mouth. The taste of it suffused my whole body, made me tremble. Next my lips closed on Ty's big helmet-shaped dick head. I sucked on it gently, then forcefully and worked my tongue as far as I could into his piss hole.

I felt Ty's hand on my head. He tousled my hair and then pressed down so my lips slid down his shaft.

He said, "Watch your teeth, dude".

I pulled my lips back over my teeth to shield his tender skin. About two thirds of Mr. Jackson was now in my mouth but I could swallow him no further; my gag reflex kicked in defending my throat from this massive intrusion. He seemed to understand this and worked my head up and down as I savored what I could of his steel-hard cock. I continued sucking him at my own pace. My hand felt his balls draw up tighter in his scrotum and with a yelp he ejaculated down my throat. I came again too without touching myself, adding to the mess in the pouch of my briefs.

I let his dick go soft in my mouth then felt him withdraw it. We locked eyes again; an understanding was being established.

I asked, "Have you had a lot of blow jobs, Tyler?"

He replied, "A couple of girls this summer. And I let that creep, Brian go down on me one time." He paused, "But don't sweat it man. You are the best!"

My relief was immense. "Tyler, I will get even better. I promise. Er, that's if we can do it again."

"You bet, sport. Hot times come a-rolling in, right?"

Later that afternoon I went to this adult store down in Venice and bought a dildo as close to Tyler's cock in size and shape as I could find. It was a sick pink color but it was smooth and a bit flexible. When I got home I downloaded How to Fellate Your Boyfriend and Keep Him Happy. It was written for women but so what.

For a week I spent hours following the instructions in How to Fellate. Using the dildo I learned how to breathe, how to use my tongue and lips, how to conquer the gag reflex. I was intrigued with the section on making your boyfriend's climax even more intense and more copious by inserting your finger through his anus and into his rectum where you rubbed his prostate while you sucked even harder. But would Tyler ever permit that? I also learned that you could take the first part of the ejaculation down your throat but then pull back a little so that some shot off into your mouth where you could actually taste it. Guys, it seemed, like to be told that their cum tasted good and liked to see it in your mouth before you swallowed it.

I waited anxiously for a summons from Ty. Nothing these past ten days. Then in algebra class he dropped a note on my desk as he passed by. It read:

LETS HANG THIS AFT. YOU'RE PLACE? ABOUT 4? I HAVE THE ADDRESS.

I looked across the classroom to where he sat staring at me and I nodded.

I got home from school about 3:30. My mom would be gone until nine this evening. I had the place to myself as usual. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my body until I was totally clean. I made a decision; I would not put on any clothes while I waited for Ty to arrive. I read through How to Fellate again and practiced deep-throating the dildo. It got to be four o'clock. No sign of Ty.

At 4:35 I heard a pounding on the door. I opened it a crack and peered out. There stood Ty in his Levis and a tattered green tshirt. He slipped into the apartment and I locked the door.

"Man, I hope you don't mind I'm like this"

I said as he took in my nakedness. He grinned as he looked down and noticed my boner.

"That's cool, dude"

He said as he flicked his forefinger painfully against my cock.

"That shows respect," he said. "Fact is, I want you to be woody whenever you are with me. But don't be jacking yourself, man. Keep your focus on Mr. Jackson here."

He grabbed his crotch.

"Reason I'm kind of late is football practice ran over time. I didn't even take a shower yet. Figured I could do that here, ok?"

"Uhm, you don't need to shower, Tyler. Come on into the bedroom." He followed me and right away took possession of my bed. I stood there anxious and scared.

"What I'd like to do...," I stammered, "...if you're not into it, just say".

"Yeah, what?"

"Could I take off your clothes and then lick all the sweat off your body?"

"You are so totally weird, Adam. What places do you want to lick me?"

"Well, every inch of you. It's called a tongue bath."

"Hot. But not my face. And don't try to kiss me. I'm not a fag."

"I understand. Chin down only."

I removed all of Ty's clothes. He was wearing white briefs and not the boxers I had expected. I sneaked a look at the inside of his underpants and detected some faint yellow stains in the pouch and just the hint of a brown skid mark in the seat. I pushed his shorts under my bed.

I kneeled at the foot of the bed and began licking the soles of his big bare feet. I took each of his wiggly toes into my mouth and sucked them. He was a little smelly but the odor and taste of his sweat was intoxicating to me.

I worked my way up his shins and thighs detoured around his genitals and buried my tongue in his belly button. I then licked his abs and pecs and paused to nibble gently on his nipples, which grew hard. I ran my tongue over his chest and throat before I lifted his arms so I could feast on his armpits. The Tyler smell there was even stronger, to my delight. Down his wiry arms to his hands where each finger got a sucking of its own.

"Ty, can you turn over now?"

"Don't fuck around with me, Adam. I don't want to feel anything but your mouth, you got that?"

I reassured him and began licking his heels, up his calves and thighs. I relocated up to his back and started the journey down to his ass. Each of his pert buns got thoroughly tongue-bathed. Finally I let my tongue travel down his crack from top to his perineum, not daring to penetrate along the way.

He could take no more. He sat up and pushed me down on the bed, face up. He threw a leg over my torso and sat his bare butt on my chest. It felt slippery from my saliva. His hard-on was raging at a forty five degree angle from his groin. He bent toward me and rubbed his dick all over my face, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

Using his thumb he pulled my mouth open and inserted his erect penis. He pushed forward and I could see the look of exultation on his face as Mr. Jackson plunged down my throat deep, past the gag spot. I could feel his pubes on my lips. He proceeded to fuck my skull with long, relentless moves in and out. When he paused I kept my head bobbing on the monster impaling my head, performing all the maneuvers I had learned.

When he orgasmed his thick semen coated my throat but I managed to pull back enough to catch three big discharges in my mouth. It tasted fantastic -- creamy, salty, soapy, Tylerish.

"God, Ty," I said. "I love the way you taste. Look."

I opened my mouth to show him his jizz filling my cupped tongue. Then I swallowed it.

At that point he got off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I brought him fresh towels and asked if I could come in there with him, help him wash.

"Shit, Adam. Don't you ever get enough? ... Yeah, ok, c'mon in."

I washed his hair and ran a soapy bath sponge all over him. I kneeled down behind him and used it on his butt. Then I ran my soapy hands over his cheeks and just for a moment pried them apart enough to see his asshole. My hard-on returned at the sight of his little pink puckered donut: compact, proud, tightly closed.

At this point he swung around to face me, he erect again as I was.

"Do it, man," he said. "Suck me off again. Quick."

When he left hurriedly at about six he forgot to reclaim his briefs.

And so that 10th grade year passed. Ty and I hooked up once or twice a week at his place or mine, in his dad's car parked at night up a deserted canyon road off PCH, once in the back row of an almost empty movie theatre and three times in the disused supply room of the boys' gym at our school, WeLaHi. I would go down on him or he would fuck my face. One of our best positons was me lying supine with my head hanging over the edge of a bed. He'd be crouching on the floor so he could get his cock down my throat to fuck it more easily.

Tyler's magnificent cock was the object at the center of our lives then. It owned my mouth, my tongue, my throat. Plus, I serviced all of his body when he let me. I got to look at his beautiful asshole many times but so far I had no experience with its interior. Tyler's briefs which I retrieved from under my bed played a big part in my masturbation sessions. I either wore them or put the pouch or the seat in my mouth and sucked on the fabric while I jacked off.

Tyler fucked girls whenever he got the chance. That didn't bother me. Much. He would relate the most intimate details of these encounters while I gave him head. I believed him when he told me no other boy or man had touched him since our thing began and that I made him cum bigger than anyone else ever had.

When we started 11th grade we started to feel more analytical about our attachment. What were we each getting out of it? Why was it so intense?

Ty said he felt almost high from having somebody so dedicated to giving him pleasure, somebody who would do anything sexual that he wanted, somebody he liked a lot but could dominate.

"It's a major rush," he said.

My own answer was more complicated. I truly loved Tyler as well as worshiped him. I wanted to provide him the maximum pleasure. But I also wanted to be Tyler. That's why I needed to absorb everything his body had to offer. I ached to consume his pre-cum, his cum, his sweat and (I didn't say this out loud to him) his spit, his snot, his tears, his blood, his ear wax, his urine, his anything!

This exchange seemed to satisfy both of us well enough.

My high school career included much more than Tyler, of course. I studied hard and got top grades. I played chess and fooled with computers. I hung out with Rigo and a guy named Nathan. I did chores needed by my mother. But I thought about Ty constantly.

One day just before the winter holiday break Tyler said,

"Dude, I met this babe called Mara. She goes to SMCC. She is totally wild -- no limits sex, know what I mean? Anyway, I told her I had this dude who does what you do. Don't worry; I didn't mention your name. She goes, "bring him along next time we fuck. It could be majorly hot."

"So that's what I wanna do, man. You come with me when I hook with Mara next Thursday night."

"A woman? That's not my scene. I got no interest, Tyler."

"Fuck that. You are my main and I want you along. We'll figure out something for you."

I was filled with trepidation during the days leading to the hook-up with Mara. Ty picked me up about nine and we drove to her apartment on Pico Boulevard. She turned out to be pretty and kind of sweet. She had big breasts. Mara must have been 20 or 21. We were both seventeen.

I was content to wait in the living room while he banged her in the bedroom. But they dragged me with them and we all got naked, following Mara's instructions.

She said to me, "Can you believe I picked up this boy toy at a bus stop?"

"Isn't Ty's dick awesome?" she asked me. "Me and you are gonna make it feel so good."

"First, I want you two on either side of me. You can each suck one of my tits."

We got on the bed with her. I closed my lips around her big pink nipple and started sucking. Ty was doing the same to her other breast. It wasn't as bad as I feared. Kind of pleasant but not as exciting as sucking Ty's cock. Mara told us to switch breasts. I loved the taste of Ty's spit that covered the tit I was now sucking.

Ty then lay down on the bed and spread his legs. Mara and I took positions between them. She took Mr. Jackson into her mouth and pushed my head down to where I could lick and suck his balls. She gave him head awhile and then had me switch with her so I was sucking him while she went down under his balls. I wondered if he was letting her rim him?a term I had recently learned on the internet Gay Love Advice website. How about a turn for me?

But soon Ty and Mara were in the missionary fuck position and he was about to shove his dick into her wet-looking cunt.

"Wait," Mara said. "Adam, put your finger in my pussy. Rub my clit while Ty fucks me."

I found her clitoris and did as instructed. It was kind of thrilling to feel Ty's dick sliding in and out against my hand. Tyler said,

"Adam, get behind me. Eat out my ass while I fuck her."

At last! I spread his buns and poked my tongue into his butt hole before he could change his mind. I had wanted to taste him this way for years. But it wasn't working. He was moving his hips so fast screwing Mara that the connection between his ass and my mouth could not be maintained.

Tyler said, "Hang on, Mara. You get on top and ride my dick, so Adam can lick my asshole."

Now I was free to explore Tyler bottom with my mouth. I licked down his crack and sucked on his puckered anus trying to get it to open enough to permit my tongue to go inside him. I was able to penetrate an inch or so and I reveled in the flavor that flooded into me?musky, dark, slightly bitter, the essence of Tyler Jackson. Mara's ass kept hitting the top of my head as she bounced on his erection. After a bit she turned around so she was facing me, Ty's dick still up inside her. She watched what I was doing and said,

"Ty, he's got his tongue way up your asshole. I bet he can taste your shit."

I heard Ty guffaw and he said,

"He probably can. I guess he likes how it tastes."

Mara came and then Tyler raised his butt to drive more deeply into her vagina and I could feel from the contraction of his testicles when he came too. I had experienced my usual spontaneous orgasm minutes before. When Mara got off him and lay face up Tyler told me to suck on her pussy to draw his sperm into my mouth. I did it. It was pretty disgusting until a big glop of his jizz drooled over my tongue and down my throat.

The session with Mara was repeated twice that year plus another with a slutty girl from Malibu High School, though not with all the permutations that Ty and Mara loved.

From then on my access to Tyler's asshole was complete. I explored it with my fingers and worshiped it with my mouth. I gave him some hints on how he could open his sphincter wider to permit my tongue even deeper penetration; the Gay Love Advice website recommended that he keep bearing down like he was trying to take a dump. He laughed.

"What if I do?" he asked me.

"Do what?"

"Actually start to take a shit."

I had no answer to that. But the bearing down worked just fine. He learned to relax the muscle of his sphincter to allow my tongue entry. Once my tongue was buried in his pipe he would twitch his anal ring to clutch it in even tighter.

It must have been near the middle of 11th grade when he showed up sat my place with a worried face.

"Adam," he said. "I am so fuckin stressed man. I got football practice, errands for my 'rents, rock-climbing club, this volunteer work at the kiddy center (this last to bolster his resume for college applications) and all this other shit (I thought of his weekly poker game with Ethan, Sean, Rigo and some other guys). And now my paper for world history is almost due and I only just started it. Can you help me out, man? Just kind of edit it a little and finish it off?"

I said I would. I pretty much redid it, mimicking Ty's style as closely as I could-some slight misspellings, some vocabulary blunders but good research and clear writing.

A few days later he burst into my room at home.

"Dude, I got a fucking A on that paper! You are magnifico, Adam."

He stripped and went to sit on the easy chair in my room. I got naked too and fell to my knees in front of him, preparing to service Mr. Jackson.

Before I could start he stopped me. "Wait", he said. Let's get on the bed. Head to toe, on our sides." We did that and I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking. Then I felt Ty's fingers grip my own shaft. He stroked me up and down, a bit fastidiously, but still. Ty had never touched my penis except maybe to slap it or to flick it with his stinging finger. Here he was jacking me off, showing me gratitude for my work on his paper. When I was about to come he directed my penis away from his body so none of my semen would land on him then fired his usual big wad down my throat.

After that, continuing into 12th grade, I did most of Ty's papers for his English, history and current affairs classes and I tutored him in math and computer science. He was grateful enough at first but then came the day when a current affairs paper got a B. He was truly pissed. We were in the apartment again and I was nude. He would not undress, would not let me touch him, just sat in the chair glowering. I apologized for my substandard work and suddenly he pulled me down across his lap. He began to beat on my butt with his open palm, hard enough so it really hurt. "You fuckin bitch, " he kept muttering while he spanked me. When he had finished and my ass was bright red and burning hot I was allowed to kneel between his legs, fish out his now super-hard dick out and take it into my mouth.

Later that semester I totally forgot to turn in an English paper I had promised to do. This time his anger was so fierce that he sent me to his closet to bring him his thick cowboy belt. He whacked my ass ten times with the belt and then told me:

"Get out. Go home, bitch boy."

I had welts on my rear end for days.

Truth was, Ty liked to hurt me. How did I feel about it? I definitely did not like the pain but knew that inflicting it gave Ty pleasure so that was part of the implicit deal. What else did he do? Sometimes when I was blowing him or rimming his asshole he would grab my balls and squeeze them so hard that I yelped. On three occasions he insisted I box with him after we had shed our clothes. He was a skillful boxer; I was only trying to defend myself. When he landed sharp painful blows on my jaw or torso I think his cock jumped and became even woodier. I was certain that he never intended to damage me, only to demonstrate his position in our duo. Despite what you may have concluded I believe he had real affection for me along with his need.

One night in May of our 11th grade year as we finished having sex in his room he got up and said he had to go piss.

Me: "Can I come with you?"

Him: "What for?"

Me: "I just want to watch."

He shrugged and I followed him into the bathroom.

Still naked, he stood in front of the toilet and held his big saliva-covered penis ready to begin urinating.

Before he had time to start I dropped down beside him on my knees.

"Ty let me hold it while you piss. Please?"

As soon as I gripped his cock a thick bright yellow geyser streamed out of his urethra and splashed noisily into the toilet water. It was wonderful guiding his piss stream around the toilet bowl, almost feeling the fluid coursing through his pliable shaft. But then he stopped. I looked up at him.

"Are you finished?" I asked.

"There's a lot more left," he answered. "I'll show you."

Ty pulled my head toward his junk. He pried my mouth open and inserted his piss-slimy dick. I sealed my lips around it. Some powerful squirts of hot liquid hit my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Then the steady flow began. His piss filled my mouth and made my cheeks bulge out.

He said, "Swallow it, Adam. Drink it down, babe."

He pissed down my throat with a heavy stream until his bladder was empty and my stomach was full. His pee tasted of salt like the sea and was spicy too. Seconds after his piss subsided he got hugely hard and fucked my mouth just a few strokes before he climaxed. His semen followed his urine down my gullet.

Using me as his urinal became a major turn-on for Tyler. And I loved being used that way. Whenever we were together and in private the contents of his bladder ended up in my belly. We got daring too. He discovered a seldom used boys' room on the far north side of the campus, If he was in the mood, at around ten o'clock in the morning he'd text me just "CU" the signal to wait in the stall in that lavatory at the beginning of the lunch break. I would sit on the toilet with my feet up so nobody could tell the stall was occupied. Tyler would show up a few minutes later, slip into the stall, lower his jeans and proceed to fill my thirsty mouth with his tangy piss. Most times he would stay buried in my mouth and fuck my skull until he came. When he was feeling generous he'd turn around afterwards, bend over, pull his buns apart and let me lick his twitching anus and push my exploratory tongue around in his satiny rectum until I came too. I carried mints of course to make my breath fresh afterwards.

Now and then he would pass me in the halls or at the lunch benches and hand me a Coke can. It was warm to the touch because it contained no Coke, only Ty's urine. I drank it if I could where Ty could see me. More breath mints. When we happened to pass in a school corridor or outdoors he would usually manage to swipe his hand over his crotch, or, if he had passed and knew I was following him with my eyes, put his hand on his butt for an instant, fingers pointing to his crack.

He knew how to keep me obsessed and horny for him.

Once we began the piss scene Tyler became less restrictive about what was allowed. I could now lick his face, stick my tongue into his ears and even sweep it across his eyelids. No kissing but once when he was nearly asleep I licked his lips too. I begged him until he let me cut his finger a little so I could taste his blood. He liked to spit into my mouth and if he felt congested he would hock up a loogie and I would open my mouth to receive it.

He let me stick my tongue up into his nostrils to taste his snot. Once he told me to open wide and he hovered over me squeezing his nose and blew its contents right into my mouth.

I asked him later, "Can I stick my finger in your nose?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Just to feel what's in there"

"That's majorly weird. Forget it."

Not long after this I happened to orgasm all over Ty's thigh while I was licking his armpit. He jumped away from me and almost shouted,

"Adam, you filthy bitch. You got your nasty fag jizz all over me."

I wiped him clean with the bed sheet but then went into the bathroom and would not come out.

He stood outside the door. "Adam, I want to apologize, babe. I shouldn't have said that. Come on out.'

Silence from me.

Tyler added, "Come out and I will let you do what you want."

Me: "Meaning what?"

Him: "You know--with my nose."

He was sitting on the chair, legs splayed, flaccid dick hanging over his nuts. I pulled over the ottoman and sat facing him. "I will be gentle, Tyler" I tentatively stuck my finger up to his left nostril and pushed it inside a little.

"Go easy," he said.

I pushed my finger in slowly through the slimy mucus until I felt a harder lump. I withdrew my finger and we both looked to see his booger clinging on the tip of it. When I put the booger in my mouth we both started to get boners. Then I swallowed it and asked him if I could explore his other nostril.

During the first part of our senior year I happened to be sleeping over at Ty's while his parents were out town. After a night of intense sex he looked over at me as I was about to dive under the sheets to take his morning piss and blurted,

"Adam, there is this thing I have to discuss with you."

"Shoot."

"Sometimes I feel like I want to fuck you."

"Go on."

"It scares me, dude. Do you think I'm going gay?"

"Tyler, babe, you are the same awesome hetero stud you always were. Thing is you are a fucking-machine too. Plus you are experimental. So it's natural for you to want to fuck me."

"So what should we do?"

"We should fuck."

"The other thing is-how to say this?-I don't want to get my dick all smeared with your...you know."

"With my shit? That's no problem. Let's set aside some days every week, like Tuesday and Thursdays, maybe Saturday too. I'll give myself a total enema in the morning to really clean my entire chute plus I'll stuff lots of lube up in there. Then if you feel like jumping my bones on one of those days you can ram gigantic Mr. Jackson into my boypussy and not worry about it."

"You are completely cool with that?"

"No, Tyler, I am completely hot with that."

That is how we worked that out. I used the dildo to get my ass sphincter and my inner pipe used to the huge invasion that would occur. When Tyler eventually used my asshole he went in slowly. It hurt fiercely but I could handle it. When he forced Mr. Jackson up inside me to the hilt it started to feel natural and pleasurable. He did fuck me like a machine, his big balls bouncing against my butt at each deep thrust.

He took me in every position we could think of: missionary, me face down, me astride him bouncing on his huge woodie, on the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen table. My favorites were doggy style or spooning because in those positions he would sometimes play with my cock and balls while he plowed me.

Tyler didn't fuck me every time we met. More like every other time. He stopped worrying about "going gay."

This is beginning to sound as though Tyler and I did nothing together but sex. Not true. We didn't socialize but we did hang out sometimes, listening to music, toking, discussing the SATs and college applications, playing video games. I will admit that our favorite way to watch a ball game on TV was for Ty to settle his bare butt on my face. I kept my tongue working in his asshole and he kept downing beers. When he needed to, he would back up on my face far enough to stuff his limp cock in my mouth and recycle the beer down my throat. I did not see much of those games, obviously.

Okay, readers. Mention of "shit" has come up lots of times in this narrative. You are wondering what role shit plays by the time we graduate high school. It's part of the intensity of the story of Tyler and Adam, so I need to tell you.

It won't surprise you to learn that Tyler's asshole was not scrupulously clean every time I rimmed him. Naturally, residues of feces from the walls of his rectum ended up on my tongue. Was it repulsive? Not to me. The flavor was bitter and musky but pure Tyler and I got to like it more and more. We never discussed this explicitly but he seemed to know how I felt. Often when my finger was all the way up his asshole I could feel the firm end of a turd lodged in his intestine, waiting to be expelled.

One Tuesday night we were in the bathroom of the apartment. I had helped him piss, drank some and got the rest sprayed all over my naked body.

I asked him, "What time of the day do usually take a shit?"

"Matter of fact, I got to dump right now."

"Can I stay with you while you do it?"

"You sure about this, Adam?"

"I want to make you come at the same instant you start dropping your dump."

He sat down on the toilet and I knelt between his splayed legs and took Mr. Jackson into my mouth. I could hear his guts start to rumble as I got him hard. He grunted and I heard a splash in the toilet. I blew him so adroitly that he shot his wad onto my tongue before the third splash sounded from the toilet. If there was a bad smell I was not aware of it. He wiped himself and started toward the bedroom.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go."

"I'll be with you in minute, Ty."

When I was alone I looked into the toilet. With a finger I pushed aside the smeared toilet paper. His three turds floated in the bowl, rich dark brown, thick as cucumbers, each about the length of his dick. What made me stare at them? Whatever it was it traveled to my cock and I masturbated, out of fascination with Tyler's amazing excrement.

The next time I had the opportunity I convinced Tyler to take his dump while squatting on the rim of the toilet, facing the wall so I could watch him excrete. I squatted on the floor behind him and played with his asshole until I heard that gut rumble. Tyler Jackson at his most basic; Adam Perry at his most...what? Now his asshole began to dilate, opening more and more until the hole was as big as a poker chip. Then the blunt end of a turd appeared, dilating his anus even more. It slithered out of him like a fat snake until at about ten inches it broke off and fell into the toilet water only to be followed by another one almost as long. He climbed down from his perch on the toilet and bent over, spreading his cheeks.

"Wipe my ass now, babe. Get it cleaned up, " he told me.

I tore off toilet paper and carefully wiped away the shit that besmirched his asshole. The compulsion to clean him inside overwhelmed me. I could do nothing but force my tongue up inside his chute and lick and suck until his rectum was clean and my mouth was filled with the taste of Tyler.

Tyler sighed and said, "Like I told you, dude, hot times a-rolling in."

But it turned out I was paying a final tribute to Tyler Jackson.

By the next June we were both away at college; me to the north, Tyler to the east.

Our careers brought us both back to Los Angeles. Over the next twenty years I became a professor of computer engineering at the University and Ty practiced entertainment law at a Century City firm. Our paths never crossed. I lived a fairly conventional gay life. I remained a bottom of course but in a far less extreme way than during my high school years.

At WeLaHi's twentieth reunion I spotted Ty right away. He was with his pretty blond wife with whom he had two kids. I was with my current partner, Jacob. Ty and I found ourselves alone at the bar at one point. We looked each other over. He looked great in a two thousand dollar suit and a five hundred dollar haircut. We exchanged tentative smiles. I said, "So?" He said, "So."

No more magic for me and no more need in him. It ends.