Just Friends

The next morning at breakfast Jamie made a couple of announcements.  He said that he was going to try moving back to his apartment.  “I kind of think I am ready,” he said.  “But if I get a series of bad dreams again, can I come back for a while?”

Dave said, “sure that’s fine.  You can come back if you need to.” Dave told me later how important it is for a traumatized person to feel that they have a valid back-up plan.

Then Jamie dropped the other question.  He said, “Knowing you guys has really increased my desire to become a doctor.  I wanted to do this before but even more now.”

“There is a hitch, that I am hoping you can help with.  Because of my age, I need to have a guardian.  My aunt would not be a valid guardian if I move the city where the university is.  I am wondering if you would be willing to be my official guardian?”

“Wew,” Dave responded. “That is a big one that I was not expecting.  What would we have to do?”

“It’s mostly just signing the odd papers and forms.  I don’t have to live with you or anything, just like I don’t have to live with my aunt.  We would be in the same city, and I think that is important.  And not for legalities, but I really appreciate your advice.  I would like to be able to chat from time to time. What do you think?”

“I think, Dave and I would have to discuss it,” I said.  “After that we will let you know.”

“I have a question,” Dave said. “What do your parents have to say about this?”

Jamie looked a little sheepish and said. “I really should tell you more.  You see, dad and I had a big falling out before they left.  I tried to make the point to dad that he was helping a country that was not really a friend of our country.  He was also helping a country that makes the largest portion of the world pollution.  I said his company was misguided and so was he.  Dad said that they paid really well.  I said, ‘Ya they do that to help people to overcome their moral objections.”

“He told me to keep my morals to myself and he would do the same.  I sort of feel like a hypocrite for taking money from him.  I think it relieves his guilt at leaving me behind.  So, I intend to forge a different life for myself.  All that to say, I doubt if mom and dad will really care so long as the legal requirements are covered.  You guys are over 18, so, I think the legal requirements would be covered.”

Dave said, “we still need to discuss it. We’ll seriously consider it.  We’ll let you know.”

With a little encouragement, Jamie got in his car and headed for work.  We got in the truck and headed for work too.  On the way we had our opportunity to discuss the question.

Dave said, “I have a no idea what guardianship entails.  I have grown up in a very stable and loving family environment.”

I said, “I think that Jamie is at a very important stage: starting university, choosing what he wants to do with his life, and breaking away from the pattern of his parents.  He’s pretty bright and observant, characteristics that would make a good doctor, I think.”

“What if he gets into more trouble?” Dave asked.

“That is definitely a risk.  Perhaps we can help him avoid some of the trouble. But as you said, we know very little about guardianship.” I said.

Dave suggested, “I would really like to get my parents in on this discussion before we decide what to do.” I agreed.

After our shift at work, Jamie gathered up what stuff he had and loaded his car.  He came back into the house to say goodbye.  He started by saying, “I think you know but I want to say it again.  Both of you have been so helpful.  You listened and helped me sort out what was real in my trauma.  And you comforted me when I woke up screaming in the night several times.  I really appreciate something that my parents never did much.  That is to hug me.  This is not for sexy reasons, but can I be hugged once more before I go?” He approached me and hugged me first. I hugged back and patted his back.

Then he moved to Dave and hugged him.  Dave hugged back saying, “You know that we care, and we are here for you if you need us.  Your job now is to decide when you need some extra help.” Jamie got in his car and departed.

Jamie’s request was high in our minds.  We decided to arrange a video call with Dave’s parents and sent an email suggesting a time later this evening. 

Dave looked suspicious, saying, “We have the place all to ourselves again.  We have an hour before supper.  What do you want to do?”

I suggested, “We could work on our non-verbal communication skills.”  I was unbuttoning his shirt as I said it.  He lifted my chin looked me in the eyes.  He sucked my upper lip with real gusto. 

He paused just for a second to ask, “Did I get the message?” I could not answer verbally because my mouth was immediately otherwise engaged.  I caressed the back of his neck and pushed his shirt back off his shoulders. I let my hands enjoy his back.  He was soon sucking the side of my neck.  My hands wanted to massage his ass even with his jeans on.  I leaned back just a little to pull his groin towards my groin.  He used the opportunity to unbutton my shirt and push it off.

He started to work on my chest and particularly a nipple.  It was great.  What I really wanted was to rub his butt.  I unfastened his belt and unzipped.   As he continued licking my chest, I pushed both hands inside his pants at the back and squeezed his butt.  I located his crack and got a finger onto his anus.  I stroked with my finger while he licked up my neck towards my ear.   Mmmmmm.  I loved it.  He was getting my body aroused and I still had my pants on.  Wow.  I had been deprived too long. 

We remedied the pants problem pretty fast.  I unbuckled my belt and unzipped just in time for Dave to strip me naked.  My member sprung up.  He stripped off his own pants and underwear.  His penis made a quick slap against his abs.  I had always wondered how mine sticks straight out and his points up hard against his abs.  Now was not the time for that.  I pulled my penis up beside my partners penis and we rubbed our bodies together.  We had maximum body contact, lips, tongues, chests, abs, and best of all, penis to penis.  It was so great I thought I might cum immediately.

We were in the living room with our clothes strewn about.  I was hugging his upper chest to me and he was pulling my butt towards his penis.  We were well shaven down there and the sensations were excellent. 

We were still standing.  I could see the slightly confused sense in his eyes as he was looking for a place for us to lay together.  I moved my eyes and made a slight motion towards the white fur rug in front of the fireplace.  He got the message and gently laid me down on my back.  He laid on top of me with his full weight pressing our abs and penises together.  He rubbed as if he was thrusting.  I was ecstatic and nearer to shooting my cum.

I took charge.  Or maybe it was my wild man within.  I rolled us over onto Daves back and pushed my knees between his legs.  I put a hand behind each of his knees.  He knew where I was headed and made it an easy pull to lift and spread him.  I licked only enough to lubricate his anus and wetted my penis with my saliva.  I pushed but he was teasing me with not relaxing and clinching instead.  I pushed harder. 

I made eye contact, and he could see the urgency I was feeling and that I was soon to cum.  He let me in.  The entry was so smooth with us both shaven.  I was in joy and wanted the same for Dave.  I headed (pun intended) for his prostrate.  I hit the spot, and he moaned just a bit.  I made slow thrusts and pulls with his prostrate as the target. Soon, I made a little squeal because I felt that wonderful rush of cum shooting up the inside of my penis.  It was hot.  I must have had lots saved up as I shot again and again and again.  With the extra lube I thrust deeper into him.  I was soon balls deep.  I think I shot more but I was in ecstasy. 

Dave surely saw my eyes roll back.  All I saw was stars, fireworks, and flashes of light. 

I eventually returned to consciousness collapsed on Daves chest.  He hugged me as I revived.   I think he had cum on his chest before I had landed there. I hardly had the energy to pull out.  Dave obliged by rolling us over so that I was now on my back, and he pulled off of my still erect penis.  He was so full of my cum that he was leaking onto my penis and testicles. 

With a tease in his eyes, he said. “Sorry about the leakage.  Something has stretched me down there.  Do you know what the something could be?”

We laughed.  I continued giggling because he was tickling me with his tongue as he licked my testicles and penis clean.  He kept saying Mm and Yum like he was enjoying a tasty treat. 

As our hearts were slowing, he said, “I am really proud of you,” I wondered what he meant.  “You took charge.  I’m glad you did.  I feel like our marriage is more equal now.  And I love that white rug on my back.  It tickles.” We laughed.  I slapped his butt.

We gathered up our clothes and headed for the shower.  We really like showering together.  We don’t always get aroused, but it is our opportunity to express our mutual love and care.  I noted, “your anus is red.  Is it uncomfortable?”

“It’s OK,” he said.  “It will be sensitive for a bit.  But that only reminds me how much I love you.” We hugged and kissed and toweled each other dry.  We dressed because we knew we would have a serious discussion with Dave’s parents in the video call.

The discussion was serious.  His parents seemed to think that we were mature enough to take on the responsibility.  A major concern is whether Jamie will accept oversight.  He has been used to having his own way for a while.  The aunt who has been guardian appears to be very much at ‘arms length.’  The chat ended with Dave’s parents wanting to meet Jamie.  Dave’s Mom added that she wanted Jamie to show up with a completed form from the present guardian for her to do a medical exam on Jamie.  I personally knew what that is like.  She did an exam on me when I became Dave’s roommate.  As Dave said, she had done some work for the military and could be a little terse.  Mom ended the call with saying that she would send us an email with the medical form attached.  We should print it out and give it to Jamie for him to get the signature.

Dave’s parents arranged time to come to the Lake House.  We gave the form to Jamie and explained the need for the signature of his present guardian.  All this took a couple of weeks to arrange. 

We had gotten into August.  The big meeting was arranged for a Monday when Dave and Jamie and I had a day off from work at the resort.  Dave’s parents had arrived late on Friday.  The weekend was not exactly carefree.  The four of us had a long discussion about the guardianship issue.  The consensus was that we were all in favor of it. The discussion turned to how we should handle it.  Before we actually agree and sign for the guardianship, we were determined to have a serious talk with Jamie about what rules there might be.  He would have to agree.  Dave’s Mom also wanted to do a medical exam.  She said she could sign off for his medical for entrance to university.  She also suggested that Jamie might move into the same dorm.  She would talk to the dean of residence if necessary.  I should have known that she was up to something.  She was.

The day arrived and we invited Jamie for lunch so that we could have the afternoon to discuss.  Dave started with, “If we are going to be your guardian, there would have to be some rules that you are willing to abide by.” Jamie did not seem surprised.  Dave continued.  “There are several things which are illegal because of your age. These things must not happen.  We don’t want to be called to the campus cops with you arrested or something.” Again, Jamie seemed to understand the message, so Dave continued, “at university, most people are over 18 and there is quite a lot of drinking.  You are not over 18. So that should not happen for you.  I am sorry and that may be difficult, but it comes as the result of you being accelerated in school twice.”

Jamie nodded. Dave continued. “That means that you have to destroy the fake ID that you used to go to the bar downtown near the park.”  Dave had remembered the details from the time when Jamie got beaten up for being gay at the bar. Jamie had seemed reluctant, but his face changed when Dave hinted at the incident, and Jamie agreed.

“Again, because you are underage, you can’t bring guys back to your room and have sex with them.  Most people that you might meet will be over 18 and so could be charged with sexual assault of a minor.”

Jamie appeared hesitant and said, “But guys my age are usually dating.  And I want to find the right person. How am I supposed to do that?”

“This is a valid point, and it could be tricky,” Dave responded.  “We can discuss this in detail later. We are pretty sure that we can get you a room in the same dorm where we live.  That way we would be close at hand. You said that you wanted to find a relationship like ours. I hope we can coach you when you are willing.  But also there would be a curfew.  There would be a time when you would have to be back at your room, and after that time you would have to be the only person in your room.  Yes, dating might include getting a cuddle.  You know, hugging and kissing.  But if a person were to stay all night in you room with you, it would be pretty hard to maintain control and not go too far.”

“But who has a curfew at university?” Jamie protested.

Dave responded, “Underage students who are still under parental or guardian rules.”

“OK,” Jamie responded. “But I sure am looking forward to my eighteenth birthday.”

“Yes, that will be a special celebration,” I said.

Dave’s parents had just been silent observers thus far.  I think they wanted to see how Dave handled this discussion and how Jamie reacted to it.  Everyone seemed OK with the result.

Then Dave said, “Now my mother is going to do a medical exam.  She is a medical doctor.  She can sign for your entrance medical for university and for the dorm.  If you have the form we gave you, she needs that.  Just so you’re not surprised, Mom worked with the military for a while. She can be a little terse.”  Mom made a face at Dave.  I could see why Dave is such as expressive communicator.

Mom said to Jamie, “Come with me, young man.” She headed for the medical examination room which she had in the house considering that both parents were doctors.  Jamie handed her the form.  She looked at the form as she ushered him into the room.  The last we heard as she closed the door was, “OK, strip.”

Dave’s Dad and Dave and I were having a nice friendly chat in the living room.  The door to the examination room opened. We heard a slap.  Dave’s Dad said, “That will be your Mom.”  His Dad continued, “She said that I was a bit of a tiger.  I’ll just say we were well matched.”  Then I saw that wink that Dave was so good at doing.  But it was his Dad doing it.

I chipped in, “So, Dave comes by it honestly then.”  We all laughed.

Jamie came out the door, pulling up his underwear.  I thought that I saw that one of his butt cheeks had a red handprint.  He headed straight for us.  He didn’t seem embarrassed.  A swimmer usually has better coverage from underwear than his swim briefs.  He said, “Your Mom wants both of you in the exam room,” he added with enthusiasm, “me too.” We felt a little confused and I could read it on Dave’s face.  We obediently headed for the door with Jamie following close behind.

We entered the room and Dave’s Mom closed the door behind us.  She immediately handed Dave and I each a one-dollar bill.  Then she said, “I just hired two medical students to help me today.  You can only do things while under direct supervision of a doctor. That’s me.”  We looked confused again.

“OK, first, I have approved Jamie for the guardianship papers and for the dormitory.  I offered to Jamie, and he wants to pick up an option which is spelled out in the consent form which he got signed.  People never read these things.  They just sign.  Jamie wants to be a DNA donor for my DNA bank, and I have approved it pending the return of his DNA profile.”  I think both Dave and I had to pick up our lower jaws from where they had dropped onto the floor.  Mom continued, “Jamie needs a ‘how to’ lesson and I thought that you guys could help, under my supervision, of course. So, everybody strip.”

First up on the bench was Dave.  He was on his back with the sloped backrest with his ankles in the stirrups which spread his legs so that everything was in view for Jamie.  Mom started explaining erogenous zones to Jamie.  She was busy pointing out the first one by bringing one of Daves nipples to erectness.  I thought that Dave was about to say something, but his mother had a finger from her other hand in Dave’s mouth while she explained about the inner edge of the lips.  Then she said, “Perhaps I am cheating a bit, but Dave’s Dad likes this.”  She caressed the back of Dave’s neck.  Dave seemed to like that, and I took note for future action. 

Dave’s penis was already getting bigger.  She moved to rubbing his chest and moving down toward his penis.  Then she explained that some of these zones vary from person to person.  But this one is pretty consistent.  She was caressing the base of Dave’s frenum and the side towards his testicles.  She held his now erect penis in one hand and reached under his scrotum with the other hand to tickle his perineum. He was becoming quite hard by now.  (I was getting hard myself, just watching.)

She was fingering Dave’s anus and Dave was trying to pretend to be calm, but he wasn’t.  Then she said to Jamie, “You remember when I examined your prostrate a few minutes ago.  You should learn to do the same thing for yourself.  Take a little lube on your finger. You put the palm of your hand up and insert your middle finger like this.  Then you curl your finger slightly towards the root of the penis and stroke gently.” She told me to grab a sample bottle, I did.  She continued, “gently stoking the prostrate will encourage this to happen.”  I knew it was time to hold Dave’s penis and put his slit at the open mouth of the bottle.   I felt the pulsations, first in his shaft and continuing as he filled the sample bottle.

My turn on the bench was next.  My penis was already half erect from watching Dave and from standing beside Jamie, both of us naked.  I had gotten to the point that my care for Jamie had overridden my desires for his body.  But today, standing next to him and seeing his slowly growing penis was exciting me.  There was a gradually increasing bush of red pubic hair just below his tan line and above his penis.  I figured that puberty is not done with him yet.

Mom started out by saying, “You can see here that appearances can stimulate the necessary hormones to begin the arousal process.  I mean Alex watching Dave can have some effect.  I say this so that when you are preparing to provide a DNA sample, you can begin with your thoughts even before you take your clothes off.  A slightly aroused penis is easier to get fully aroused.  It’s easier than starting from limp.”  Then she proceeded with me much the same as she had done with Dave.  The major difference was that she asked Jamie to hold my engorged penis and aim it into the sample bottle.  Needless to say, I shot fast and hard as soon as he took hold of my penis.

She finished by saying, “Then you put your name and the date on the bottle.  It’s best to refrigerate until the case of bottles can be sent to me.  We’ll get you a bar fridge for your room.  Any questions?”

Jamie asked, “So Dave and Alex will be just down the hall, but they are not supposed to help me?”

Mom responded, “Right.  And now it’s your turn on the bench.”

Jamie had already learned to obey Mom.  He was semi aroused when he sat down.  He leaned back and Mom guided his ankles into the stirrups.  She reviewed the info about erogenous zones as she aroused a nipple.  He was obviously a little embarrassed this first time because he was blushing in his face and chest and probably his ass too, or at least as much as I could see of it.  She wasted no time in moving to fingering his lips and then headed straight for his already steadily stiffening penis.  It was as big as Dave’s and mine, but it wasn’t fully erect yet.  As she fondled his testicles and his perineum, he was getting very hard, taut and huge.  Wow. He was now the width of three fingers and longer than halfway along his thigh.  It was almost, but not quite, out of proportion to the rest of his body. She refreshed some lube onto her finger.  She was about to penetrate his anus when she said to me ‘grab a sample bottle.’  My mind was racing with the idea of holding Jamie’s engorged penis.  Dave knew my concern and seemed about to say, ’let me do it.’ 

Mom intervened with, “give the sample bottle to Jamie.  He needs to learn to do this by himself.” 

I took the top off the bottle for him and put the bottle in his hand.  He pushed his penis a little to the side and covered his slit with the mouth of the bottle.  Mom entered him with her finger.  She had barely touched his P spot when the pulses began, and the bottle filled quickly.  It was obvious that he had not cum in the last few days. As the pulses continued, I thought the bottle might overflow so I grabbed a second bottle.

He was breathing hard when he finished.  Mom said, “Remember to label them and then into the fridge.  Here is a case of sample bottles.  I will send a fridge about the time you register for university and get your room.”

The three of us got dressed and had the rest of the day together.  Dave’s parents ordered in pizza, and we all chatted for a while.  Jamie wanted to discuss the curfew time.  Dave suggested that we usually go to bed about 9pm.  He did not need to know that going to bed meant the beginning of our daily round of romantic sex. Jamie wanted more like 10pm.  We compromised.  9pm on most school days because of the course work.  And 10 on Friday and Saturday if he wants to go to a movie or something.  That does not mean that you are in bed or sleeping by then but back to your room in the dorm. And no bars, at least for the time being.

Jamie left with his case of twenty-four bottles and we four chatted.  I think we were all pleased with the way Dave set out rules for Jamie and how Jamie responded to the discussion.

We went upstairs to the balcony over the living room and entered our rooms.  Dave’s parents were in the next room to ours.  We did what was usual for us.  We got naked.  We kissed and hugged and got into bed.  We decided that we should not engage in vigorous activities with Dave’s parents in the next room.

We were getting close to drifting off to sleep when we heard, “Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.”  It was coming through the wall from the next room.  I was wondering if the headboard of the bed was against the wall which separated the bedrooms. Or perhaps the sound proofing insulation was not very good.  Or maybe the source of the sound was extra loud.  Or maybe all of the above.

Dave rolled his eyes like he was about to say, ‘not again’ and he whispered, “He’s being a tiger again.  I think Mom encourages him.”

“And I have the son of the tiger,” I said.  We giggled and engaged in a passionate kiss.  I took the opportunity to caress the back of Dave’s neck.  His Mom was right.  It really helped to get his engine running.  It felt gentle and romantic, and I did it for a while eliciting purrs from Dave.  I want to remember this one.  I was still caressing when Dave started sucking my neck.  He slipped down to lick my nipple.  He licked, sucked, and gave that little nip that drives me wild. 

He got on top of me.  It was his opportunity to place my engorged penis next to his.  His weight went upon my abs to sandwich our penises together.  He was rubbing as if he was thrusting.  We both really loved this, and it made us both super hard and the skin taut. 

Our lips were well engaged with tongues battling for position. Dave attempted to spread my legs using his knees.  I resisted and rolled him over instead while I attempted the same maneuver which he had just tried on me.  It was becoming a wrestling match.  Who was going to get the other into a bottom position first?  I hugged him and rolled him over so that I was on top now.  That didn’t last long as he tried to roll us over again.  That’s when we slipped off the edge of the bed with a thump on the floor. 

We heard a voice through the wall, “You guys, OK?”  It was his mother’s voice.  “You take it easy on Alex, you tiger junior.”  We giggled. 

I whispered, “You should always do as your mother says.” He quickly developed an obedient and submissive face.  I took the opportunity to spread his legs and push his knees apart and up towards his shoulders. I said, “There are benefits to obeying your mother,” as I began licking his anus. I was soon entering his anus with my engorged penis.  My wild man let loose, and I was pushing him against the floor which was now letting out a creek with each of my thrusts.

The voice through the wall came again. “I told you to take it easy on him.”  She had no way of knowing that it was me forcing the creek out of the floor.  We smiled and giggled while still trying to have sex.  That’s not easy.

Through his giggles, Dave whispered, “I guess we are well matched.”  We were giggling so much that we lost the sense of having sex and got back into bed.  We tried to calm our giggling and soon our attention was back on our penises.  They were happily sandwiched between us.  Our rubbing together was quieter this time.  Dave politely volunteered to be the bottom again and spread himself for my entry.  I took up the offer and slid in.  I thrust a few times and emptied my cum into him. 

We were smiling when he said. “My turn.” We rolled over and together we lifted and spread my legs. He filled me with his penis, soon followed by that joyful juice.  We relaxed beside each other happy and content.

We were starting to drift off in each other’s arms. When we heard, “Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. . . . . .”

Dave whispered, “remind me to move that bed further from the wall.”  We slept but were awakened a few more times that night.