That what friends are for

The summer of 1986 was hot (yes I know it’s a long time ago). Henry was 15 and enjoying the start of his summer holidays with his friends. Most days spent at the lake, swimming, sunbathing, chatting, picnics, campfires and generally being carefree and happy.

Henry was a skinny boy, 5’5, blue eyes, short dark blond centre parted hair (popular style at the time) pimpled but a cute face (the woes of hormones). He was a happy go lucky lad, kind, considerate and generous but painfully shy. Although he had friends they were originally friends of his one friend (Mike).

Mike was a mirror opposite to Henry, egotistical, arrogant, selfish and although the same age as Henry he looked several years older with a well developed physique and mature looking body. He was about 4 inches taller than Henry, he had dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin and was able to grow a moustache and stubble. They’d been friends for 10 years when they met on the first day of primary school but Henry felt that as they got older they had less in common than they once had.

Henry lived at home with his dad, he was an only child. His mum had died of breast cancer when he was eight years old which further dented his confidence.

He lived on an estate with friendly, close-knit neighbours, one of them was Karen, a pretty woman, around 30 or so who lived 2 doors away. She was slim with long dark hair and pretty green eyes. She was usually bubbly and vivacious and Henry got on really well with her, often confiding to her his fears and anxieties.

He returned home one early evening to find her sat at the kitchen table with his dad. A couple of half filled glasses of orange juice sat on the table next to a half empty bottle of vodka, the ashtray filled with burnt out cigarette ends and a thin cloud of smoke hung in the air.

Karen’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. What transpired was that her sister and her husband had been killed in a car accident leaving their son, Mark, orphaned. Social services had temporarily placed him with her until a permanent arrangement was made. Karen asked Henry if he would ‘take Mark under his wing’ until he settled in and able to make new friends. Of course Henry agreed.

The following day Mark was introduced to Henry - they shook hands and from the moment they touched a warm glow coursed through Henry’s body.

Mark was an inch or so shorter than Henry but a broader, stockier body. He had shoulder length light brown hair and piercing blue eyes and a smile that would melt butter. The two of them hit it off immediately - over the course of the summer they discovered they enjoyed the same hobbies, like the same types of food. Henry showed Mark around the town and spent long days cycling and exploring country lanes and old farm buildings. They’d go fishing and hunting as well swimming in the lakes and rivers  

Henry had also gone to Mark’s parents funerals comforting him with a reassuring arm placed around his shoulder - Mark felt safe with Henry.

They had spent most weekends having sleepovers at each other houses (even though they were only 2 houses apart). They’d sit up to the small hours talking, eating pizza and playing cards, sleeping top to toe.

They were both comfortable in each other’s company - undressing in front of each other but they’d never been naked in front of each other. Sure,  they had both seen each other dicks whilst peeing into hedges on their long days exploring, but it was never more than a glance.

It was one evening when Henry was in bed during a sleepover at his. As normal he was in bed in his underwear, Mark had returned from the toilet and started undressing. Henry was reading an article in a music magazine, he glanced up as a bare chested Mark was pushing his shorts down - kicking them to the corner. Mark was certainly developing over the past few months. He had noticed a few hairs had sprouted around his nipples but more noticeably was his bulge. It was more prominent and the outline of Marks cock was clearly visible through his tight underwear. A thin trickle of hair had developed from his belly button and disappeared under the waistband of his underwear 

Henry had seen Mark in this state of undress before but this time he was sure that Marks cock had grown both in length and girth. Mark pushed his hand down his pants and readjusted himself before nonchalantly climbing into bed next to Henry, they shared reading the magazine.

Henry could feel Mark’s warm skin as their shoulders touched whilst flicking through the pages of the magazine. Their legs touched and the hairs tickled each other’s legs.

Without warning Mark reached across and placed his hand on Henry’s bulge. Henry gulped hard and looked to Mark but made no effort to remove his hand.  Mark started very slowly rubbing, his fingers searching for Henry’s dick through the material. The twitching of Henry’s dick directed Mark to where his hand wanted to be. He found Henry’s dick and gently squeezed on it as he felt it slowly harden in his hand. Nothing was said between the two boys.

Mark pulled the blanket back to expose himself reclining in his underwear. He released his gentle grip on Henry’s dick and lifted Henry’s hand and placed it on his bulging underwear before returning his hand back to Henry’s now swollen dick. Both boys were lying in bed their hands on each other’s bulges. Mark was first to move his hand under the waistband of Henry’s pants, feeling and touching his pubes before his fingers felt the warm skin of his friends hard dick.

Henry rubbed on Mark’s bulge and followed his lead, placing his hand on Mark’s lower abdomen and down under his waistband. Mark was already hard as Henry pulled the waistband over the swollen head of his friends cock. Both lay their slowly wanking each other.

Mark leaned across and gently kissed his friend on the lips.

The moment was abruptly interrupted as they heard footsteps on the stairs.  Both quickly released each other and hurriedly pulled their underwear up.

Henry’s dad appeared in the half open doorway to check on them. Both pretended to be engrossed in the magazine they had been reading.

After his dad left, Henry rolled over facing away from Mark, the moment lost. He was confused and frightened of being caught. 

The following morning Mark apologised for what had happened but Henry didn’t  want to talk about it, in fact he wanted to forget it happened.

Mark was eventually placed permanently with his aunt and the boys continued with their friendship and their sleepovers but there was no repeat of the incident that they never spoke about.

They had graduated from high school and college before opting to attend different universities - Mark would be studying structural engineering and Henry choosing a career in medicine 

It was approaching the end of the summer holidays of 1989. Both boys were now 18 and due to shortly head off to university in September. A farewell barbecue had been arranged and friends and family attended. The evening was drawing to a close, both were merry but not falling down drunk.

Henry’s dad and Karen had become an item and had been going out for around a year - both boys happy that they had found each other. Dad had gone to spend the night with Karen and Henry suggested Mark stay at his.

They cleared up some of the mess but decided to leave the rest till the next morning. 

They stood in the kitchen having a final beer nightcap, reminiscing about their friendship over the past 3 years. Both told the other they would miss each other and how they promised to stay in contact. Mark began to well up and Henry put his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in to comfort him, he kissed his forehead and wiped the tears from his eyes. Mark looked up to thank him and the gaze between them was electric. The gaze was only broken when Henry leaned forward and placed his lips onto Mark’s.

They stood in the kitchen kissing, their tongues wrestling. Their groins grinding against each other, each aware of the hardening happening in each other pants. Henry broke off, locked the back door and took Mark by the hand and led him upstairs and into his dads bedroom. Nothing was said as they kissed again whilst undressing. Both naked they fell onto the bed, writhing against each other, each gripping each other’s dick.

It was 3am as Mark flopped heavily to the side of Henry, both dripping heavily with sweat. Henry’s legs still parted, his ass recovering from the invasion it had just received. Mark’s cock had softened and was laid across the top of his thigh - a small drop of cum emerging from the slit before slowly dripping onto his leg and running over his hip.

Henry had wanted Mark for so long.

The next few days were busy with preparations for each of them to leave and when Mark stepped into the kitchen to say goodbye both boys started to well up. Henry’s dad and Karen stepped into the living room to allow the boys to say goodbye.  They hugged again then pecked each other on the lips, not wanting to be caught. Mark whispered into Henry’s ear ‘I love you’. They broke off their hug and parted. Henry watched with a heavy feeling in his stomach as Mark left.

The following day Henry left for university not realising it would be 2 years before he would see Mark again..

December 1991 - Henry and Mark had both planned to spend the festive period at home. They had remained in contact by letters but with the increasing amount of studying the letters had been few and far between and it was 6 months since last contact. Mark arrived home first stepping off the train around 1430. Aunt Karen waiting to drive him home. Mark had grown, standing 6 foot tall with large muscular chest, each muscle clearly defined in the tight white t-shirt he wore, chest hair spilling over the top. He had grown a moustache which he’d kept neatly trimmed and his thighs stretched his jeans the limits of their holding ability. Karen ran forward and hugged him, he picked her up easily and swung her around. She hadn’t changed, still as vibrant and bubbly. They chatted and caught up on the drive home.

Mark paced the room waiting to see Henry’s dads car pull-up outside his house. Henry stepped from the passenger seat, stood and stretched, his half tucked in shirt lifting to reveal his hairy midriff- his bulge protruding from his jeans, the outline of his flaccid cock just visible. Mark was stood at the window watching him thinking he had also grown and filled out a bit. His face, though a little older, still looked young and fresh, a shadowy stubble on his face. He rushed out to greet his old friend. Henry dropped his bag and stretched out his arms as they approached each other   They hugged tightly, Mark nuzzled into Henry’s neck, his moustache tickling the skin behind his ear, he felt his soft lips Gently kiss his neck. They spent the evening catching up with a Chinese takeout and some wine and a few beers

Henry’s dad and Karen left around 1030 leaving the young men to continue catching up.

Henry squeezed on Mark’s large left Pec, commenting on how big he had got in the past couple of years, his hand ran across Mark’s chest onto his shoulder and gently squeezed on his large bicep. Mark ran his hand over Henry’s cheek and down to his neck. ‘I’ve missed you’ he whispered. Henry blushed a little as Mark’s hand continued to the back of Henry’s neck, he tenderly pulled him towards him. Their lips parted and they kissed deeply, their hands eagerly exploring each other’s bodies.

Henry lifted Mark’s T-shirt up over his head, exploring the chest hair with both hands. Mark unbuttoned Henry’s shirt and as he removed it they both laid back on the couch as their tongues rediscovered each other. They both frantically wrestled to unbuckle each other’s belts, buttons and zips.

Henry lifted his hips slightly as Mark wrenched his trousers and briefs off - his cock slapping against his belly. ‘Shall we go to bed’ Henry suggested. They climbed the stairs, Mark undressing and discarding clothing as they went. They entered the bedroom, Mark put his arms around Henry’s butt and lifted him. Henry wrapped his legs around Mark’s waist  He could feel the head of Mark’s swollen cock pressing against his sphincter. They kissed as Mark slowly lowered Henry onto hardened cock. It was 4am before both men collapsed on the bed - exhausted from their marathon session.

They didn’t hear Henry’s dad open the front door, they didn’t see the look on his face when he entered the living room to see the shirt, t-shirt, trousers with underwear still inside them. The half drunk bottles of beer, the leftover food uncleared from the dining room. He followed the trail of clothing - jeans (turned inside out) at the foot of the stairs, several different socks, another pair of briefs at the top of the stairs.

He looked in Henry’s room, gently pushing on the door, the room was empty. His bedroom door was slightly ajar, as he approached and pushed gently on the door.

It was what he thought he would see but not what he wanted to see. Both men naked, Mark lying on his back with Henry cuddled in the crook of his arm. Henry was laying on his side, his hand across Mark’ abdomen and sitting on Mark’s. pubes. Both oblivious and fast asleep.

Henry’s dad quietly pulled the door closed and walked down stairs- shocked with disbelief.