Protector

Shortly after starting high school I fell in love, Platonically speaking, with Barry. The incident that sparked my affection happened in one of the hallways at school. Corbin, a real piece of shit had taken a huge dislike to me and on every occasion that he could, would corner and bully me. Being the smallest guy in class, I was defenceless against his machinations. On one such occasion, however, with the side of my face pressed up against the wall, Corbin suddenly went flying next to me because Barry had given him an almighty bitch-slap. Corbin was then told that if he even walked in the same passage as me again, Barry would fuck him up. Resultantly, Corbin never bothered me again.

My stocky protector, Barry, was a year ahead of me at school and after taking me under his wing we always hung out together. We both didn’t give a shit about the ‘in-crowd’ at school and sports of any kind meant nothing in our lives.

Nobody ever messed with Barry because, during the previous school year, he had sorted out one of schools top wrestlers after a disagreement. Given Barry’s tough upbringing, the fight had been a one-way contest according to everyone who witnessed it. Yet, despite this incident, he was not arrogant or full of himself. He simply wanted to be left alone.

Throughout our friendship at high school, I only ever met Barry’s parents once at a prize-giving function, and whew… they were rough!

When Barry was in his final year at high school he had a stayover at my home. It was my sixteenth birthday and Barry was the only person I was interested in inviting to the special dinner my mom had cooked. My fastidious mom took strain with this because Barry was not exactly the poster boy for personal hygiene.

That evening when we finally went to bed, we slept in our boxers. I had never seen Barry’s body prior to that and I was amazed by how muscular he was because Barry always wore unfashionable loose-fitting clothing. I knew that Barry’s dad was a hard taskmaster and that Barry was made to work very hard around their home. His physique clearly highlighted this fact.

Even after Barry left school we still hung out together, and when I eventually went off to college we regularly corresponded via email. We also saw each other during my college holidays.

Barry had not been the greatest student but had always excelled with computers. Resultantly, he got a very good job at a large distribution centre in their computer division.

Having completed my college degree a few years later, I got a job in the same city where I had attended college.

A month or so later, I got a call from Barry telling me that he had applied for a job in my city. Apparently, it was a substantial upgrade from his current position and if his application was successful, would result in a much higher salary for him.

Barry, then he dropped the bombshell when he asked if could move in with me for a short while until he could find a place of his own. Naturally, I had to agree.

As teenagers, we had never really spoken about sex. It was almost as though Barry was asexual. He hadn’t even attended his prom in high school. From my point of view, however, I had by now embraced my homosexuality and was sexually active. Having him possibly move in with me was, therefore, going to be somewhat of a strain.

Two weeks later, Barry got the job.

Prior to his arrival, I came to the conclusion that I would have to tackle my problem head-on.

On the second evening, after he moved in, I decided to make the; ‘I am gay’ speech. During my entire sermon, Barry observed me expressionlessly. After my litany had ended, Barry began to laugh. It wasn’t a derisive laugh, but more of a chuckle.

“I have always suspected that you might be gay Georgie,” Barry said as he continued to cackle.

Just for the record, my name was actually George, but given my small stature I was always, much to my annoyance, referred to as Georgie.

“Why did you never mention this before?” Barry then continued in a more serious tone.

“Well… you’re straight, and I didn’t want to fuck-up our friendship,” I stammered.

“There are two things I need to tell you, Georgie… Firstly, we’re best buddies, right? How would you’re being gay fuck-up our friendship? Secondly… how do you know I’m straight?” Barry asked.

“Huh,” was all I could inarticulately manage.

“Do you find me appealing?” Barry resumed in a serious tone.

“Well… I never really thought about it. I just always presumed that you’re straight… and respected that fact,” I mumbled.

“You are not listening to me, so let me repeat, DO-YOU-FIND-ME-APPEALING?” Barry now demanded, stressing each word.

“I’m really uncomfortable with this question. You’re a hunky guy… but… why are you fucking with my head, Barry?” I stuttered stressfully.

“I am just confused as to why you have never told me before,” Barry said, before continuing, “Is it because you find me butt-ugly?”

“Well, are you fucking gay?” I asked in a flustered manner.

“I don’t really know... I have never met a guy, or woman for that matter, who really appealed to me. But, I’ve always been turned on by you.” Barry replied.

We sat quietly for some time before he again spoke softly. “I have always wanted to have sex with you, Georgie.”

Again there was a long silence before I spoke, “Barry, having sex with you could be a very bad idea. We are best friends and I don’t want to mess that up.”

“So, you don’t find me appealing,” he uttered slowly and with disappointment in his tone.

“Barry, please don’t mess with my head. You are appealing, but I just don’t want to fuck-up our very special friendship,” I replied.

“You know, Georgie, there was a girl I slept with a few times, but I never really got into her. All I kept seeing in my mind as we fucked was your face. Why do you think I have really moved here?” he earnestly stated.

“Jesus, Barry, you’re killing me,” I anxiously replied.

“Then fuckin’ say: YES. Please, Georgie!” Barry implored.

Getting up Barry walked over to me and lifted me from my seat. With his arms around me, he pulled my body into him. As I looked up into his eyes his mouth moved toward my lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, and when we broke apart, as I was about to speak he placed his hand over my mouth.

“We have spoken enough, Georgie, it’s time to go to bed,” Barry concluded.

Lifting my body to his chest and with his hands placed under my thighs, I hung onto him as he walked through to my room. As we moved onto the bed with me wrapped around under him, he rested my head before his large frame enfolded me in an all-consuming embrace.

Next, we kissed and cuddled for a very long while. After lifting his head upward a short while later, Barry asked, “Why did you make me wait so long, Georgie?”

“I’m sorry,” was all I could manage.

Barry then pulled my t-shirt off me, before removing his own. Staring down at me he said, “You owe me big time, Georgie. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Then, after lowering himself back onto me while propped up by his elbows, he placed the tip of his nose onto my nose and began rubbing, up, down, then round and round, while never breaking eye contact with me. I felt his hot breath warming my mouth before his tongue slid from side to side over my lips. Parting my lips slightly, his tongue began its exploration. As his kissing intensified he slid his arms upward, before encasing my head in his hands. Running my fingers through his hair, I encouraged his onslaught with our mouths locked in sensual combat.

Barry later moved his body down before removing my shorts and underpants. After removing his own clothing as well, he slid back upward and with my legs over his shoulders, his head nestled in my crotch. Barry then began licking on my cock and balls. His huge hands caressed my torso lovingly, as our whimpers and groans harmonized in a horny refrain of lust.

Barry then began tugging on my knob as his mouth slithered further downward and located my rosebud. His oral raid was passionate and sustained. With Barry’s lapping and prodding, I felt myself overcome with excitement and when I announced my impending eruption, his hot mouth again encased my dick.

“Aah… aaah…aaaaah,” I uttered, exploding into his mouth.

After he had drained me dry, Barry again moved his lips downwards and commenced fingering and lubricating my hole, as his mouth trickled spunk onto his fingers.

“Turn over Georgie,” he said, continuing, “Its time to make my dream come true.”

I turned as instructed, opening my legs in a welcoming gesture. After settling onto me I felt his cock nudging and prodding my pucker. I had not seen his dick, but it was clear that my anal invader was above average. Barry’s incursion was slow and measured, and each time he sensed my discomfort he would hold still, allowing me time to adjust. When he finally bottomed out, a feeling of divine fulfilment overwhelmed me.

When his hips sprang to life, I literally grunted with pleasure. I sighed with satisfaction as he ground himself into me. Barry didn’t rush and was content on prolonging our union for as long as possible. On and on he continued, relentlessly claiming what he had anticipated for so long.

“I love you, Georgie,” he intoned, over and over again.

I answered him with satisfied groans, loving the domination of my protector.

When Barry finally implanted his abundant seed into me, his grunts of gratification sounded like he was marking and claiming his territory.

“You’re mine now Georgie… you’re mine,” he ecstatically exclaimed.