Just Friends

The rest of the summer was uneventful.  It was six to eight weeks since Jamie had been beaten after going to a bar and being taken for gay.  The nightmares of being castrated were pretty much subsiding.  The three of us, Dave, Jamie, and I were all thinking about going to university in a few short weeks.  We were ready to leave our lifeguard jobs at the resort.  They were good jobs, mostly because they were near Dave’s family’s Lake House.  Dave and I particularly like being there.  It was our love nest as it had been (and still was) for Dave’s parents.  We had come here right after our marriage in Waikiki.  We were very happy together here.  Having shared a room in the dorm at university for the last year, we knew we could be happy there too.

We had become guardians for Jamie whose parents had abandoned him for jobs in China.  The guardianship was a cross between having a little brother and having a son.  Dave’s Mom had taken a shine to him and invited him to participate in the DNA bank that was part of her medical practice.  We felt that Jamie’s life was settling into a better pattern.

One morning, in the resort locker room, we were getting changed for work.  We were trying to avoid being naked with Jamie as he was a minor. Jamie came around the corner of the lockers.  We quickly finished pulling up our red swim briefs. Jamie had a question which he did not want to ask in a more public place.  He asked, “How do I send that case of DNA sample bottles to your mother?”

Dave and I looked at each other. It had only been ten days and there were twenty-four bottles in a case. “What?” was our initial response.

Jamie said, “Ya. The case is full and taking up space in my fridge.  Can I move it to your fridge and your mother can pick it up from there?”

“It’s full?” asked Dave. “It’s only been ten days.  How is it full?”

Jamie seemed more proud than embarrassed. But he did blush just a little. “Well,” he said, “two every night and a few extras on my days off.” 

I had never filled that many that fast.  I often filled one a night with Dave’s help.  Then I thought, maybe I could fill two a night if I wasn’t putting a load into Dave most nights.  My mind wanders like that.

We agreed that he could put them in our fridge at the house.  And we suggested that, “we might be able to find him another box of empties in Mom’s medical exam room at the house.  We’re home most of the time when we’re not working.  So, drop them off, whenever you like.”

It was the later part of summer.  Dave and I had great tans by then.  The tans were even and were literally head to toe.  We usually tanned naked at the beach at the Lake house on our days off, and sometimes after our shift at work if it was still warm.  We noticed that our skin was getting dry from the sun, and we wanted to preserve our tans as much as possible. 

Dave offered, “As a boy, Mom used to rub baby oil all over me about this time of year.  She said it moistens the skin and preserves the tan.”  We resolved to get some baby oil at the store in town.

It was after work.  We had travelled home but it was still pleasantly warm, almost hot.  We thought it might be one of the few last days for tanning.  We got naked, leaving our clothes on the porch, grabbed the baby oil and headed down the path to the lake. 

“What is the best way to do this?” I asked. 

Dave said, “We can’t do it on the sand because the sand will stick in the oil.  We could lay on the dock.”

“OK. You first,” I said.  “You can tell me if I am doing it right.”

Dave laid down on his chest on the dock.  As I looked at his glorious back, I remembered that his Mom had said that he has an erogenous zone on the back of his neck.  I took the top off of the baby oil bottle and squirted some onto my hand. 

“That’s what Mom used to do,” Dave said.  But I found that Dave’s back was bigger now so, I squeezed the oil directly onto his back and massaged it around.  I was saving his neck for a minute.  When I got to his neck, I elicited some purrs from him.  He was happy and contented.  I was too and I was also getting hard.  I massaged his shoulders and returned to his neck.  I loved that purring sound he made.  I was generous with the oil.  Perhaps I was using too much.  I had never done this before.  Dave’s back, shoulders, arms and neck were now glistening in the sun. 

I moved my attention to his butt and probably squirted excessive amounts of oil.  I rubbed the oil around on the cheeks of his butt.  I saw the oil run into Dave’s butt crack. 

“That tickles,” he said.  I took advantage of the oil and thoroughly rubbed it into his crack until I found his anus.  He spread his legs just a bit.  I could see the back of his scrotum now and oiled it and his perineum.  I think his penis was hard, but I could not see it.  I imagined that it was tight up against his abs, but laying on his chest that might be uncomfortable.

That is when he pushed his ass up towards me.  Was he making himself more comfortable or sending me a non-verbal communication without the use of his eyes?   His anus was now more exposed to my fingers, and I added more oil.  His ass was still elevated so I decided to start putting a finger into that ring of muscle.  He responded with a moan. 

With one finger in Dave, it was a juggling act to get some oil from the bottle onto my hand and then onto my now engorged penis.  I kept on fingering Dave. I resorted to squeezing the oil directly onto my penis using only one hand.  I rubbed all over my penis with the same hand.  This felt great like the oil was increasing the sensitivity. 

I removed my finger from Dave and immediately slid in my penis.  It was super easy to get in.  The ‘sliding in’ was almost effortless, and it felt really great.  I started thrusting faster.  I had never taken Dave this way before, nor used oil.  In my mind, I was wondering what the best angle might be to thrust into Dave.  I laid my chest onto Dave’s back.  Rubbing my chest in the oil on his back was luxurious.  I especially liked rubbing my nipples on his back as I thrust into and pulled out of Dave’s anus.  The angle did not seem intuitive to me so, I lifted my chest off of his back and concentrated on thrusting, Dave was trying to clinch onto me, but the lubrication made it so that I did not slow the thrusting in the slightest.  He moaned with many of the thrusts, and I was just enjoying myself immensely. 

That was when we heard Jamie’s car pull up and stop by the house.  He took his cooler and headed for the front door.  Jamie had always been observant, and when he saw our clothes strewn on the porch, he figured the situation pretty fast.  He set down the cooler and went down the path to the beach and the dock. 

I really did not want to do it, but I had stopped thrusting and pulled out, or more likely, slipped out of Dave.  Our clothes were on the porch.  We had no options.

Jamie tried to say, “Hi.” Like there was nothing unusual going on.  Then his detective like skills kicked in. He said, “Your chest is glistening and so is your dick.  And Dave’s back and butt are glistening.” Darn.  This kid is observant.  At least, I wasn’t dripping cum, I don’t think.  There was no way and no use to cover up anything now.

Dave cut the tension with, “You are quite observant.  That will serve you well as a doctor.”

Jamie laughed and said, “And it’s kind a fun now too.”  We all laughed and headed for the house. As much as I wanted to slap Dave’s butt, there was no touching on the path to the porch and our clothes.

Dave and I quickly put our clothes on and went inside with Jamie.  He put the case of 24 DNA sample bottles into the fridge.  We found a fresh case of empty bottles in Mom’s medical exam room. 

I suggested that I would recommend to Mom that she order larger size bottles for Jamie.  He had a big smile and we all laughed.  Jamie had become our friend as well as our ward.  He was three years younger than me and 4 years younger than Dave.  But he acted more mature partly from being with older students in school after being accelerated twice.  I think he had also matured quite a lot over the summer.  Part of that was from interacting with Dave and I.  I hope.  But part of his maturation was the result of getting beaten up and then coping with the nightmares that followed.  Dave has some knowledge of trauma counselling and had helped a lot. 

We had also been concerned with Jamie’s sexual development.  Although he had tremendous urges to be sexually active, he could not experience his desires as a minor.  Dave’s Mom had probably made a wise move by taking him into the DNA bank program as a donor.  At least he could relieve some of those pressures.  He seemed more relaxed since Mom gave him the training demo on how to masturbate and collect DNA samples.

We packed up Dave’s truck and said goodbye to the Lake House.  We were off to registration day at the university.  During the drive, we discussed our situation.  We had gotten married since we left university in the spring.  That was a fact that only Dave’s parents, and a minister in Waikiki knew about.  And also Jamie now. 

I suggested, “We were happy being roommates last year.  I can’t see that a lot would change during this next year.

“I would like it to be that way again,” responded Dave.  “Jamie has promised secrecy.  And probably married people are not able to get rooms in the dormitory.  So, we should keep it to ourselves.” I agreed.  We had not taken each other’s last names or created a new hyphenated name. Other than our marriage certificate and our glorious memories, there would be no evidence of our change in status.

Dave’s Mom had followed through on her promise to speak to the dean of residences about getting Jamie a room.  That was probably easy for her because of the donations which Dave’s family were making to the university and Mom’s friendship with several of the faculty. 

When we registered, it was all set up for us.  We had the same oversize room with on-suite bath like last year.   Jamie was assigned a room right beside our room.  This seemed ideal.  Our room was in the corner of the building.  One side of our room was towards the hallway and the fourth side was towards Jamie’s room.

Our first night in residence we thought we could settle into our previous ways and be happy.  My cell phone alarm set off at 9 pm and almost automatically we started taking our clothes off.  We hugged and kissed and laid down together on one of the two beds in the room.  We realized that we had not yet discussed how we were going to deal with our greater equality in bed.  We were both happy being bottoms. And we were both happy being tops.  Dave suggested that we take turns.  I thought that lacked spontaneity.  But having a wrestling competition for positions seemed too competitive and the best wrestler might win too much. 

Dave suggested that we could ‘69’ to see who got hardest first and that guy could top.  I complained that he gets harder faster than me on a regular basis so, that would not be fair.

I suggested that we ‘flip-fuck’ every night.  In the end we decided to flip a coin to see who goes first and I lost.  But I didn’t feel like I lost because I enjoy bottoming.  Then we discussed how did we associate bottoming with loosing.  That was a stereotype that we wanted to avoid.  In the end we decided that the winner of the coin toss got to pick which position he wanted first.  OK enough!  We just started kissing and sucking available bits: ears, tongues, nipples, testicles, and penises as soon as they were big enough. 

“You top first.”

“No, you top first.”

“No, you.”

“Look we got to settle this.”

“Or we could just ’69.’ I’m not sure if this qualifies as our first marital spat.  We sucked each other until we each got a tasty treat.  Then we hugged head-to-head and were ready to sleep.

That’s when there came a knock on the door. A voice said, “My fridge has not come yet.  Can I put stuff in yours?”  I got up, search for and found my underwear, and let Jamie in.  Dave stayed in bed, well covered up.  Jamie put a sample bottle of DNA in the fridge and did a quick look around.

“So, you only wrinkle-up one bed. Cool.” He said.

“Out,” I responded. “Sometimes it’s possible to be too observant.”

I physically assisted him out the door and shut and locked it.

“Poor kid,” Dave responded. “He is still excitable and excited about the relationship we have.”

“I just wanted to slap his butt,” I said. Then realizing what I said, “no, I mean,  “

Dave cut in, “I wanted to slap his butt too. But I’d sooner slap yours. Come here.” Dave was sitting naked on the side of the bed now. I obediently laid myself across his lap and he pulled down my underwear exposing my naked butt.  I gave him my best sexy seductive look like please spank me.  He started.  He wasn’t really hurting me. But I tried to make it appear that he was.  He realized what I was doing and neither of us could keep from laughing. 

“Come on,” I said.  Where’s that ‘tiger junior’ that your mother calls you?”  Again, we laughed. 

He joked back, “She also told me to take it easy on you.” We laughed again and sucked lips for a while.

We relaxed into sleep.  I hugged his arm as it laid over me.  I asked, “Do you think Jamie’s parents ever really cared about him?  He said he didn’t get hugged.”

Dave said, “kids feel comforted getting hugs.  But there’s more to it than that.  They also feel cared for by having rules that they can eventually interpret as their parents keeping them out of trouble.”

“I guess so,” I said.  “Rules about sex are really hard at his age.”

“And what are we going to do if and when he breaks a rule?” I asked. “Punish him?”

Dave offered, “I got spanked by my Mom on my bare butt when I was younger. I don’t think it ruined me.”

“How old were you when she stopped?” I asked.

“I don’t remember exactly. Maybe two weeks ago.” Dave said. I knew he was teasing.

“No. really?” I retorted.

“I don’t really remember exactly.” He said.  “It was probably about the time that I discovered that she was spanking Dad.”

“What?” I said.

“You know what I mean,” he said.  “She identified the point in my development when spanking ceased to be a punishment and became a sexual stimulant.  Some time in puberty.” Note to self: Spanking: how to stimulate Dave sexually. 

 

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The next morning at breakfast we introduced Jamie to the gang of friends at the breakfast table.  Dave said Jamie was his ward.  Thus, Dave was seen as the legal guardian for a minor who was accepted to attend university.

One of the gang said to Jamie, “You better behave. Dave has been known to spank his little brother Alex when he misbehaves.” Jamie clearly remembered what we had told him that some people think we are brothers. Jamie was keeping the secret that we are not brothers. He did his best to look scared.  I think the look worked for the guys around the table.  But we knew too well that Jamie was thinking something else.

 

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Jamie got very serious about exploring our relationship.  We decided to take time to help him understand it.  

“Can I start with what I know, or think that I have figured out?” Jamie asked.  We nodded.

Jamie started, “You guys have a great relationship.  I very much want to have a relationship like that.  I see that your relationship is a whole lot more than having sex.” We nodded again. Jamie continued, “You said that you met and discussed shared interests.  Did you know that you were right for each other immediately?”

“Not exactly,” Dave said.  “It was more a matter of necessity initially.  The registration computer went down and neither I nor Alex had a place to stay so, I invited him to the Lake House.”

“On that first evening,” I said, “I got ill and passed out.  Dave looked after me.  I noticed right away that he really cared.  He cared for me in ways that only a very close friend would do.”

“We already knew that we like being with each other.  Through the illness, we discovered a new level of friendship and realized that we could talk about more intimate subjects and really trust each other.”

Jamie asked, “Can you tell me how Dave looked after you in such a way that you knew he cares?”

I looked to Dave. His eyes said, ‘OK.’  I looked to Jamie again and said, “I passed out from hypothermia.  Dave warmed me up.  It took several hours.  Initially he warmed me in the shower.  Then all night he warmed me with his body.  We didn’t have sex or anything.  He was very helpful and attentive.  I was only half conscious.  But I knew he cared.  The next day when I came to the realization of what he had done, I felt really close to Dave, and I think he felt the same.  I suppose I could say that my illness accelerated the rate of everything in our relationship.  Our discussions went to a new level.  We chatted about stuff as we walked around the lake.  I think at that point we decided to help each other as friends.”  I didn’t say ‘friends with benefits.’

“When did you know you were in love?” Jamie asked.

“It was several months later that we realized first that we were gay, and second that we wanted to be together as much as possible.” I said.

Jamie was trying to understand.  “So, Alex, you were in a very vulnerable situation and Dave took care of you.  And he didn’t take advantage of the situation in a sexual way?”

“That would be accurate,” I said.

Dave offered, “I think I felt the love we have for each other first.  I waited for our holiday together to bring it up with Alex.  And we just proceeded from there.  We came out to my parents.  We were surprised how accepting they were.” His Mom had hinted several times.  We did not know how much she knew or had guested.

That appeared to give Jamie enough to think about for the moment.  We would share more later.

 

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For the next week we were very much immersed in our studies and getting our study habits established for the year.  Dave was one year ahead in medical school so; he helped me with my studies in first year medical school.  Both Dave and I offered any help needed for Jamie in first year sciences.  He didn’t need much help as he was smart.

That first weekend we did not go to the Lake house.  Dave and I would have liked to, but we were not quite ready to invite Jamie to come with us.  And we didn’t want to leave him alone at this point in his settling into university. 

On the Monday morning, we had no classes and hoped to use the time for study.  Our time was interrupted by a knock on the door.  It was Dave’s friend of a couple of years who had the room next to Jamie.  We invited him in, and he closed the door and looked serious.  You should know something about your ward, Jamie.  “I think he’s gay,” he said.

“What makes you think that?” Dave asked.

He started, “I went to the bathroom about 9:30 last night.  Some guy came out of Jamie’s room. He had his shirt and his coat in his hands and his shoes were not tied up.  I think Jamie was sort of pushing him out the door to be half naked and in the hallway.  The guy dressed and left.  He seemed upset.  When I thought about the sounds from next door that I had heard earlier, maybe they were making out together.  I’m not sure but I thought I should tell you being as you are his guardian, and he is underage.”

I think Dave felt a little trapped into the situation, and said, “Yes, Jamie is gay.  I would appreciate it if that did not get around.  Thanks for telling we what happened.”  That was the message and Dave’s friend left.

Next was Jamie at the door.  He came in and said, “I saw my neighbor come to see you.  I think I know what he told you.  I thought I should come and tell you my side before you ask.”

“Yes, that would be a good idea.” Dave said, just slightly sarcastically.

“Look guys, I know that you are just starting to trust me, and I don’t want to mess that up,” Jamie started.  “I had a guy into my room for a while last night.  He is in my biology class, and we have had some friendly discussions.  I invited him over.  You had suggested that I could have a guy in but we could only go as far as cuddling, no hard sex.  And that is all we did. Really.”

“And where do you think the dividing line is?” Dave asked.

“OK. I am going to tell you exactly what happened.  You can tell me if I interpreted you right.”  Jamie continued, “I had met him in biology class.  We had lunch together a couple of times and seemed to enjoy our chats.  When he came over, we chatted again for a while.  It was more private, and he asked if I was gay.  I said yes.  He politely asked if he could kiss me.  I agreed to it and we kissed for a while and hugged.  We took our shirts off.  Or more accurately, he took our shirts off.  We hugged with our chests in contact while we kissed.  I had never had the opportunity to go that far with any guy before.  I was enjoying it so far.  Then he kissed down my neck and started licking my nipple.  I enjoyed that too.  Next, he unfastened his pants and unzipped.  He was inviting me to lick the outside of his underwear.  I didn’t want to do that, at least not yet.  I suggested that we should get to know each other better before we go further.  I explained that I am a minor and that’s the rules with me.  He said, ‘To heck with rules.’ And tried to put his hand down the front of my pants.  It was not easy to stop him. Part of me didn’t want to stop him.  But part of me wanted to honor my agreement with you.  I gave him his shirt and coat and pushed him out the door.”

“And you expect me to believe,” said Dave, “that you and all your desires and hormones were able to stop just like that?”

“Yes, that’s what I did,” said Jamie.  “I’m telling you’re the whole story, well except for me masturbating after the guy left.  I am trying to follow the spirit of what you guys explained.  It’s best to have a great friendship first.”

“And you expect us to believe you,” Dave said.  I thought he was being a little harsh.

Jamie was getting upset and said, “I tell you the truth. And you don’t believe me? I don’t know what to say.”  Voices were getting more strident.

Thank goodness the argument was interrupted by a knock on the door.  The person simply turned the knob and opened the door.  Dave’s Mom said, “Do I need an appointment to visit my sons at university?”

I welcomed the interruption, saying, “please come in.”

Mom in her usual perceptive self said, “What am I interrupting?”

I tried to summarize saying, “Jamie had a guy in his room yesterday evening.  He said they didn’t have oral or anal sex.  And Dave is having difficulty believing him.  And Jamie is getting frustrated that he is not being believed.”

Dave looked at his Mom, and said, “I think I’m in over my depth here. I don’t know what to do.”

Then she looked at Jamie.  He said, “I don’t know what to do either.  I told the truth and I want to be believed.  I would do anything to be believed.”  His frustration was obvious.

Mom picked up on, “Anything?”

“Yes. I would do anything to be believed,” he said.  “I told the truth.  I want to be trusted by both Alex and Dave.”

Dave offered, “And I would like to trust you but”

Mom interceded, “OK. OK. Jamie, you said anything so, down with your pants, turn around and bend over.”  Jamie seemed puzzled but did as he was told.

“See,” Mom said. “See the nice light pink and well puckered anus.  It is unlikely that he has had anal sex recently.”  Then she inserted her finger, and said, “He’s tighter than the last time.”

“What?” Dave said. “You can tell?”

Mom responded, “Yes, an experienced finger talking.” She smiled. “When I last fingered him, he was still a little stretched from the rape.  He is tighter now.  I think, he hasn’t had anal sex since.  Probably nothing has entered there, except my finger and his.”

“Wow.” Dave looked astonished. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Then he turned to Jamie, saying, “I am sorry, I didn’t believe you.”  This was the first time that I had seen Dave initiate a hug with Jamie.  It was a warm hug, with Dave saying, “sorry, I didn’t believe you.  I’m actually proud of you that you could decide like that and exercise that much control. You amaze me.”

Jamie was almost in tears. He responded, “Thanks. But it is you guys that have inspired me to be like that.  Like Alex when he said ‘no’ that time in the showers.  And both of you, I know you refrained from having sex when I was staying with you at the Lake House.  I want my life to have that sort of control.”

“Hey,” said Dave. “I think I am coming to love you like a son.  So, I say get back to your studies.” They released the hug and smiled. “I want to talk with Mom for a minute.”

Jamie was still all smiles and left for his own room.  Dave turned to Mom, and said, “I really didn’t know that you could do that.”

I was trying to search my memories.  When did Mom examine me?  I felt sheepish and said to Mom, “So the first time you examined me, on that first weekend at the Lake House.”

Mom cut in, “Ya I knew right away that you and Dave were having sex.  I didn’t know if you were gay or just fooling around with each other.  I knew you had had anal sex and Dave was the only other person there.”

Dave protested, “Mom!”

She continued, “We, Dad and I, figured that you were continuing, and we tried to give you several opportunities to tell us.  But you didn’t.  Do you remember, I even put you in the same room at Christmas.  So, we were not surprised when you came out to us and announced the wedding.  We were especially happy for you both.”

There was no use trying to hide anything from Mom.  Dave and I had a pleasant embrace right there in front of Mom.