Date: Sat, 12 May 2018 08:19:24 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Michael My Best Friend

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MICHAEL, MY BEST FRIEND

In some ways, I hated being one of Michael's best friends - he was so damn
attractive, and plus a total flirt - with girls and guys. I'm naturally a
little shy, so I never quite had the guts to take his good natured flirting
any farther, except for in my bed at night, when I imagined Michael next to
me, and it was all I could do to keep from jumping buck naked into my car,
and driving over to his place where I would show up at his door and kneel
down and suck his salami-like dick for all I was worth.

I had only seen Michael in the nude once before - I had been over at his
house for a cast party for our school's production of Romeo and Juliet, and
he had invited me to spend the night, as it was about 3 in the morning. I
readily agreed. I was a mere freshman, and Michael was an attractive junior
who I was just beginning to get to know. He lived in a great house - his
room was in the basement, and he had almost the entire basement to
himself. A separate door and driveway lead up to his room, and on the other
side of the house, overlooking the city, was a hot tub that his family
rarely used.

It was secluded and dark - I imagined Michael and I slipping into the hot
tub with nothing on, and perhaps going further, but banished the thoughts
from my brain. As a freshman I was still insecure with my homosexuality,
and chose to deal with it by ignoring it. That night was the night I
realized that I was born with this hunger for the male body. Just about
everybody else had gone, and Michael asked if I wanted to take a dip in his
hot tub. My eyes glazed over as I thought of spending time with Michael
with our shirts off, and I readily agreed, but then realized that I had no
swim suit with me, of course. I hoped desperately that he would suggest
that I not wear one at all, however he had an extra, and I went into the
bathroom to put it on.

"Dude. Really? Its 2018, don't be so fucking modest!" He said, as I shut
the door. I was frightened - I had an erection the size of the empire state
building in my pants, and I was afraid of his seeing it and being
shocked. Apparently the modest jab was a passing one, for he was quiet for
a moment. I emerged from the bathroom, thankful that his swimsuit concealed
my throbbing member.

Michael had also changed into his yellow suit, and he ran out the door and
into the tub. I followed, getting in more carefully, painfully aware of the
erect stick in my suit. The warm water released my tight balls, and I was
able to relax a little.

"The suit fits you pretty well," Michael observed, and I wondered if there
was something more behind his comment, but quickly dismissed it. I was
surprised at Michael's relative quietness. The man who always had something
to say, usually suggestive, was strangely untalkitive. Could it be that he
was as nervous around me as I was around him? No...I dismissed the
thought. Nothing happened, and I went to bed on Michael's couch with my
throbbing member still intact.

Flash forward a year. My sophomore year was amazing. The night at Michael's
had made it very clear to me that I was not going to get away from my lust
for guys...I wanted to feel a guy's naked body against mine; to feel his
dick, his butt, his chest, and I wanted it bad.  It was the end of June,
and I was heading up to school even though school was officially out. See,
I'm in my school's Thespian Troupe, and we were having initiations this
afternoon, even though we have been out of school for about a week. The
theme was Hawaiian (we have this thing with dress up themes; maybe it's
because we're "theatre people" and love any excuse to dress up.)

Unfortunately, I had no Hawaiian shit that belonged to me, so Michael said
he'd bring me some stuff since he'd just been to Hawaii over spring
break. Let me take this opportunity to add that Michael's trip to Hawaii
had brought him back looking like a bronzed god - his already spectacular
body was now toasted to a light brown, and if I drooled over his chest
before, I was slobbering now.

I met Michael in the drama room. Only a few other people were there, most
sitting around and chatting, or changing into some sort of Hawaiian
get-up. Michael handed me my stuff with a mischievous grin - he had brought
me a pretty scanty mankini top. This little piece of shit would BARELY
cover anything I had to offer down there.. I smiled at his interesting
choice of clothing.

"Yeah, I thought you would look good in this. Plus," he added, with a sexy
lift of his eyebrows that made me wonder if he was joking or not, "I really
wanted to see you wearing it. You have no god damn idea."

He motioned me to the bathroom that was down the hall. "Come on, I'll help
you on with it. And you're going to have to help me on with mine." Michael,
too, had brought similar garb.

Once in the bathroom, Michael revealed his last surprise. From his pocket
came two pairs of brief-style swimwear. One was a Speedo, the other some
other brand name. Except for a magazine, I had never seen a real suit of
this nature, and my face must have given me away. Michael laughed.

"I figured we'd be real men, and wear these. Almost naked. Like nature
intended," he said with another mysterious grin. "You're too modest; I
figured it was time somebody made you wear something revealing. Do you know
how fucking frustrating you are? You refuse to believe how hot you
are. Dude, fuck what you believe. It's what I think that counts."

I looked up at him again. His mouth was shaped in the typical `Im fucking
with you practical joke" way, but his eyes said something I couldn't read
very well - not a joke at all. Then he said, quietly, "I bet you can pack
it well."

My dick was up in a flash, as large as it had ever been. Finally, my
opportunity to see Michael naked. It was what I had dreamed about. He was
already taking off his shirt, and noticed my lack of activity.

"Come on, let's go!" he said impatiently. Oh, that body! I was ready to
throw myself to his feet, and beg him to fuck me. To kiss that mouth would
be a fulfillment of my greatest dream. But Michael had recovered from his
moment of truth, and was back to joking.

"Strip it off, baby!" he said, urging me to take of my shirt. I did. I
couldn't see his reaction, if there was one.

"Are you sure about this?" I said uncertainly, reluctant to drop my pants
and reveal my throbbing penis. I fingered the Speedo gingerly. Like I said,
I'd never hardly seen one, much less worn one.

"Oh fucking hell. Nobody will see past the mankini. Besides, you have
nothing to worry about. You've got a hot body, you know."  Second time he
said those words. This was no joke, I decided. Michael was telling the
truth. Besides, I really didn't have anything to worry about, except
for...what would his reaction be to my throbbing dick? Dare I hope?

"You're pretty good-looking yourself, you know." I said, almost to myself,
but loud enough so he could hear. This stopped him as the was taking off
his shoe.

"Thanks," he said, and I knew he meant it. My breathing had quickened. I
knew I was getting red on the back of my neck. I was sure Michael could see
my dick though my jeans.

"Well then," he said quietly, "Pants down."

Michael watched as I dropped my jeans, and stepped out of them. I knew now
that my dick was in plain sight, through the thin fabric of my
briefs. Then, without taking his eyes off my body, Michael dropped his
shorts. He, too, had a large shape sticking out from his boxers. Our eyes
met.

"I guess..." I began, then swallowed as my voice threatened to crack. I was
as nervous as hell.

"Speedos, then?" Michael said, and reached for them. Handing one to me, he
lightly brushed my pecs, and they stood at attention.  Slowly Michael
pushed my briefs down...past my pubic hair, then letting the head of my
dick pop free. Then down my shaft, past my balls, and down my ass. They
fell to the ground, and I stepped out of them.

It was my turn. I reached for the waistband to Michael's boxers, and pulled
them down, letting his dick come free. I just about fell over, I was
shaking so hard. His dick was as brown as the rest of him, with a head the
colour of redwood bark. His balls and the area above his penis was dusted
with dark hair with trailed in between his legs, and down his
calves. Michael's boxers fell to the ground, and he made no move to put the
Speedo on. I didn't either. We stood there for a full three minutes,
drinking in each other's naked bodies.

Finally Michael spoke. "Forgive me. If I ain't gonna do this I never
will. Dude...."

In an instant, his body was up next to mine, his hands on my cheeks, his
mouth on mine. We kissed...his breath mixing with mine. My hands, suddenly
idle, reached for the back of his ass, and rested there.

We came up for air, I looked into Michael's eyes, half expecting to find
that joking look I'd come to know for so long. To telle he had AGAIN fucked
with me. That there was a camera secretly filming this. That we'll joke
around about this later.

Good god. It wasn't there - his eyes told me that this is what he'd dreamed
about for as long as I had, and that what was happening between us was no
joke. My lips found his again, and our hands began to touch where we'd
never felt another man's hand before.

"Wait.." Michael said, his words slurred as our lips separated. I was
worried as he stepped away from me. Did he still want me like I did him?
Michael picked up the mankini, and said, "Turn around."

I did. Michael's warm arms came around my waist, me lifting my legs one by
one until the thin piece of cloth covered my genitals and cock. One hand
came to rest on the spot where my heart was beating rapidly and the other
rested on my ass.

Then Michael's fingers slowly began to circle my anus, stretching and
pulling. When the other hand had finished with the mankini, it came down to
brace my butt. I felt Michael's fingers entering my anus, and I winced with
pain. But oh...it felt so good. I reached behind me, and grabbed his upper
arms, half wanting to stop him, and half pushing him in farther.

Michael spun me around, and snapped the mankini with his fingers.

"I'm going to work it off with my mouth," he said, as if to prepare me. I
was instructed to lie on the floor, and Michael bent down over me, his eyes
meeting mine. Then his mouth was on my chin, sucking and licking. With
animal passion, Michael kissed and sucked his romantic way down past my
pecs. He looked up into my eyes while he made love to my skin. He caressed
my arm that was across my chest. Nothing was said. No words were in needed.

Then my best friend leaned down, sniffed at my cock through the mankini,
and grabbed it in his teeth, and pulled it even further down, as his hand
reached to the small of my back, and uncovered it. The mankini top finally
rested at the root of my dick, resting against my pubic hairs. But
Michael's mouth didn't stop, it kept going. He lightly rested his teeth on
the shaft of my dick, and then swallowed it. I moaned in lustful agony as
he bore his tongue into my slit, tasting my pre-cum. My hands moved as far
as I good down onto his back, and up his neck. He was lightly biting my
dick, and it felt so good.

Just as I was to cum, he came up off of my penis, which was wet with his
saliva. I sat up, and kissed him, tasting my precum in his mouth still. My
hands traveled up and down his god-like chest, reaching behind him to his
butt, then up and over his shoulders, into his belly-button, around his
waist, then up his ribcage, and into his armpits, where I found he was
sweating. I wanted to drink in his sweat.

His hands caressed my face and my hair. Our dicks touched, and our pelvises
moved in a rhythm to increase the contact. My dick began to rub on
Michael's, and our precum mixed. Our chests met, and began to rub as our
penises did. Michael's hand reached down, and took both of our ball sacs in
his hand, pressing them together, willing them to pump out sweet cum. It
became a game - who could push the other one over.

Michael won, and I was back on my back again, his hands at my shoulders. He
grinned - not the joking grin that I knew, but a new one that was at once
lustful and passionate. He lowered his dick into my mouth, and sat with his
legs surrounding my neck. I willingly sucked for all I was worth. We moved
in a continual rhythm - his pelvic movement corresponding with my hands,
which moved to his ass and began to push.

His hands ran through my hair, and he began to grunt and groan. I was
worried we would be heard, and I gave his penis a bite. He yelped, and
began to thrust faster. My sucking became rhythmic, and my tongue made a
continual circumference of his round shaft. I imagined what his dick looked
like in my mouth, and began to suck harder, my dick's head just barely
under Michael's round butt that was sitting on my chest.

Michael swung his legs around, and bent over, so he was on top of me in a
69 position. His mouth reached for my penis, and my pelvis moved to
compensate. Soon his mouth was on my dick again, and we moved in quicker
rhythm, willing our penises to cooperate.

Michael came first. I groaned as I sucked his cum for all I was worth. Then
I came, and Michael did the same. I let his penis out of my mouth, and
licked his anus which was in my face. Michael appeared exhausted. My dick
was ready to begin again.

"Wait," he said, out of breath as I began my tongue's assent into his
butt. "We have to get ready. This'll have to wait until later."

He rose from my body, and kissed me, hard. Our cum mixed with our saliva
and tongues, and Michael licked his cum from my mouth. He helped me to a
sitting position, our mouths still locked, and then, finally and
reluctantly withdrew.

When I tried to rise, my knees buckled, and I fell again. Michael laughed
as he wiped cum from his dick, and then offered me his hand. I savoured the
moment to look up at that body that I had just fucked. My eyes dilated in
lust. Boyishly he brushed the hair out of his eyes, and helped me up to a
standing position.

There we locked eyes again, and he tenderly brushed my stray hair back to
where it should be. A strange and frightening thing happened to me - I fell
in love. It had to be. Nothing else could feel like this. His hand met
mine, and he squeezed it.

"Afterward." he whispered. I nodded. Then he picked up the mankini top from
where it lay on the floor, and gently held it to my chest. We pulled on the
Speedo's, taking ample time to admire each other's package once more. That
thing had been inside my mouth...

The sight of the penis and balls that I already knew so well grabbed
tightly by spandex fabric gave me a surge of lust that transferred itself
to my penis, which had begun to relax from its workout. Michael noticed,
and rested his hand on my package, squeezing it firmly. I helped him on
with his mankini, kissing his back as I did so, and we could hear other
people beginning to arrive in the drama room down the hall.

"Let's go," I said, but Michael stopped me, and, like men who have gone
without water or food for months, stopped to look at each other's bodies
again. He shook his head.

"I want you so bad it hurts," he said, and tears sprung to my eyes as I
recognized the feeling that had consumed me for a year.

But finally, Michael was mine. He squeezed my dick, and we left the
bathroom, thinking of the time when we could next indulge in our lust for
each other.


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