From Best Friends to Fuck Buddies

Ryan and Oliver, both 16-year-old, are so different in appearance. Ryan measures 6-feet, weighs 200 pounds, is very muscular and quite hairy, while Oliver is just a little over 5-feet and a half, skinny and hairless. They are neighbors in Glenavon, a village within the rural municipality of Chester in the Canadian province of Saskatchewan. According to the 2016 census, the population of this remote community is 182.

The two boys see each other at school. Oliver excels is just about every course, whereas Ryan is more interested in physical education and sports. He is number one when it comes to the shoot your piss contest. Three or four students line up, take out their cocks and send their amber jet as far as possible. Ryan shows his balls and that’s how Oliver knows that his best friend has very hairy low hangers. It secretly excites him.

Ryan and Oliver like to hang around together, preferring their own company to that of girls. They invite each other for dinner and their parents like to see them socializing, thinking that one may well influence the other, i.e., Oliver can make Ryan more studious and Ryan can make Oliver more athletic. The two teenagers often go fishing at Chapleau Lakes. They also bicycle together, and sometimes they participate in competitions on difficult bike trails; when they reach the end, all out of breath, they always give each other a warm hug and… a slap on the butt.

July 1st is Canada Day, and since it falls on a Friday, the two best friends decide to go camping during this long weekend. They borrow a tent and they each bring a sleeping bag. It’s the first time that they sleep together in the same space. When it’s time to hit the sack, Oliver suggests that they use one sleeping bag has a mattress and the other one as a cover. Ryan agrees, takes off his clothes and keeps only his well-filled white brief on. Oliver is amazed to see the hair all over his best friend’s body.

“You look like a teddy bear; a very cute one, I might add. Can I hug you?”

“I guess so. You know I like you a lot.”

“Same here. Let’s cuddle warmly.”

They embrace tightly, and lay down to sleep. The moonlight creates a romantic atmosphere, and Oliver dares to kiss Ryan on his forehead, wishing him a good night. Ryan blushes, and returns the kiss, but on the lips, adding: “You’re my best friend, my special friend.” Oliver wonders if this special friendship makes them gay. He snuggles along his friend’s back, hugs him tenderly and soon dreams of an intimate relationship.

In the middle of the night, Ryan caresses the slender body beside him, smooth as silk, and slips his hand inside Oliver’s underwear to stroke another guy’s cock for the first time. As Oliver is awakened by what his mother calls “an impure act”, he sees Ryan leaning over to suck him off. After a few slurps, he moans and then hears Ryan saying: “I’ve heard the expression ‘cocksucker’ a few times, but I never thought it meant something this exciting, this tasty.”

On his part, Oliver has heard the expression “69” before, and he positions himself to engulf the fat and meaty cock emerging from a hairy tuft. “Damn, your dick is so hot, so amazing!” They suck each other and reach a climax at the same time. Neither of them knows if he should swallow the cum that is about to squirt. They simultaneously pull their cocks out for some chest creaming. The power of the jet is so intense and generous that the jizz reaches the neck and the chin.

It is almost 9 a.m. when the two boys wake up. They embrace and head towards the lake to wash up quickly in the cold, crystal clear water. Their breakfast is what Oliver’s mom prepared: hard-boiled eggs and cinnamon rolls. When the sun is shining brightly, they find a place to sit side by side on the grass.

“I think we should talk about what happened last night”, says Oliver.

“I guess so. It’s all new for both of us.”

“Does sucking each other’s cock mean that we are homosexuals?”

“We both enjoy being in bed together. We both had fun in a same-sex activity. That no doubt qualifies us as gay boys, but we don’t have to tell anyone… for the time being.”

“My parents would be so upset if I told them I prefer a guy to a girl.”

“Same here. And imagine what our classmates would say: faggot, pansy, fairy, pouf, queer, just to name a few.”

“You make me feel so good. I want so much to touch you, to k…”

Oliver does not get to finish his sentence because Ryan kisses him passionately. They both feel their cock hardening. All sorts of ideas run through their minds, the most exciting and confusing one being anal penetration. Who will make the first move? Since Ryan is so muscular and Oliver so frail, one could easily think that the hairy boy is a Top, and the slim one a Bottom. Oliver has seen Ryan’s hairy crack under the moon light in the tent and more brightly in the water of Chapleau Lakes. Right now, he wants to sniff that divine crevice.

Fortunately, Ryan takes the lead in getting naked and… in lying on his stomach. OMG! As soon as Oliver contemplates the hairy, firm and rounded butt that is offered to him, he feels his heart and his cock beat faster. There is total communion between the two boys. The ass will cement their budding relationship.

“I would love to feel your dick slapping my butt cheeks, says Ryan. I also have a special request. I’ve been dreaming of having you kiss my ass hole and kiss me on the lips, back and forth. I think it will be fuckin tasty.”

“I believe this is what they call rimming. You can count on me to shove my tongue in both your spicy shit hole and your sweet mouth. Can I also play with your hairy balls?”

“Of course. I’ve known for a while that you admire them when I partake in piss contests. I’m so pleased that I excite you!”

On that note, Oliver caresses the hairy low hangers, squeezes the golf balls – he only has nuts in a tight silky bag –, licks and engulfs them like a squirrel, daring to gently chew the hot prize. “Fuck, you sure know how to arouse me”, says Ryan. Encouraged by his buddy, Oliver then buries his face in Ryan’s crack, sniffs it, gets intoxicated by the virile aroma, kneads the two hairy hemispheres while darting the tip of his tongue on the hairy shit hole, which he calls a rosebud. Ryan moans with pleasure. “Don’t stop, go further in, eat my caboose!” Oliver spits on the fuck hole, licks it greedily, tongue-twists his way inside back and forth, then pulls out to kiss Ryan on the lips. The pleasure is so intense that the maestro prolongs the Rimming-Kissing Symphony with the support of stroking hands… until they both shoot loads of creamy jizz.

Don’t worry, guys, ass-fucking is not far away. I adore too much a thick cock deep inside my fuck chute to not include it in first time experiences.

Ryan and Oliver go for a skinny dip in the lake. They are so horny that their dicks come alive again for a fencing match. Oliver loves to bang his cock against the hairy balls. “Holy Fuck! You turn me on like a gay demon! Let’s go back to the tent for an ass fucking initiation. I guess we need some lube. What could we use?” The reply is direct and ideal: “Tanning oil would be perfect, I think.”

Oliver can’t believe what is happening. He will get to ram his slender rod inside his best friend’s body, to fill not his fuck chute but his love canal. Ryan sets the stage by sucking his special friend’s hard cock, then adds oils both on the entering tool and the receiving end. Oliver starts to drive his dagger slowly in and out, then with more thrust and vigor. His body convulses and squirms, as his white gold boils to a climax. The orgasm is deep and extreme, causing pulses through his entire body. The spunk keeps blowing, as rope after rope leave his cock and balls to fill a hungry begging hole. Ryan floats on cloud nine like never before!

The two boys become lovers, and often meet in the barn full of straw bales to indulge in homoerotic pleasures. Sucking each other’s cock now included swallowing the creamy nectar. When they move away from home to study at Regina University, they decide to come out, and discover that everyone knew about their sexual orientation. No one objects to it because love is the binding force.

In closing, I would like to point out that I too was born in a small rural community, but that I did not have the chance, the opportunity, the pleasure of meeting my soul-brother. That doesn't stop me from proclaiming loud and clear that everything is impossible. Feel free to contact me by email; I like to exchange with my readers.