Chris and Max

From your Author:

I have said and will again; I write a lot. I have laid three stories to rest over the years, only one that I finished without distraction; ‘Dirt Road Main Street’. But that series was a distraction so I could move on with other stuff.

“Turn around.” It wasn’t a request. My forehead finding the wall under my side.

He moved behind me, ran body wash over my back, and became a human washcloth sliding across all of me from behind. Soapy hands found my head, down my chest, down my shaft, then a good scrub of my, cum factory.

The fact that his cock was sliding between my cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. It felt intimately strange. He managed to match strokes to his movements, used both hands up and down my cock, then his up under my balls.

I squeezed my legs as he did me from behind without penetration. Then one hand moved up so slowly to obtain a nipple. He was on to something. The other long stroked me as his cock slid between my legs and under my balls. We came.

When he started sucking my neck I thought I might pass out. And my stomach growled. “I’m starved, dude,” admitting but not wanting to.

“Probably a little dehydrated as well,” he said moving to the other side of my neck.

He was right. “I gave you two Hickes.” He announced with pride. No way he could see my smile.

He turned back to his head, washed his hands, milking the last from his melting shaft. I spread my legs washing away the seed he deposited, milked myself cleaning my, cum tube, and wanted to eat. But I really did want to eat his seed, suck his big cock like it was my own.

I had tried sucking my cock; who hasn’t? I could touch the tip with my tongue but, I wanted his. I wanted all of him in my mouth, do with my mouth for him what he did with his ass for me. “I’m starved, Dude,” I said again.

We dried and dressed. Both of us in just sweats and a tee. IHOP. I had no idea it was so early. Wasn’t even nine yet. Sitting across from each other wasn’t weird. We talked like last night and this morning hadn’t happened but the smiles and looks told a different story.

We talked trash about each other, played a little footsie under the table, and acknowledged friends. Cody slid in next to Max. “What up, bitches?” I really didn’t like that.

Cody was at least four inches and thirty pounds lighter than us. I looked at him with my newfound application as Max did the same. I didn’t see it. He was cute as fuck, looked good in the shower, but I didn’t want to kiss his ass or suck his cock; it made me smile.

“We’re just hanging, Dude. Want to cum by and play some games?” Max gave me the eye.

“Awesome.” He said and I ran a foot up Max’s leg.

He sat between us on the couch, way smaller than Max and me. He followed my lead taking his shirt off. It wasn’t fair, Cody couldn’t help that he wasn’t as developed as we were, didn’t have the definition we had, and now appreciated.

I noticed what he was packing in his own sweats, saw it thicken up as he wiggled back and forth. It wasn’t missed by Max. But still, if truth be told, I wanted nothing to do with him. I wanted my best friend, wanted to suck my cocks twin, have it cum in my mouth, and dump another load deep inside me.

Cody took his tee off. That raised the temp up about ten degrees. He was a swimmer with nothing to be ashamed of even though he wasn’t jacked like we were. There was no sign of a trail, no hair under his arms, and it made me wonder. I was my usual heavy four-plus inches. I caught him looking over at me.

Now, all kinds of shit was rattling around in my boxcar of a brain. Was I attracted to him? The honest answer was, No. Well. Then I wondered about Max? Was Cody something he liked? Would he let Cody do what I had?

We hadn’t even noticed Cody had paused the game. He was looking back and forth between us; fuck. “Dude? I’m so… fuckin wasted,” I said to Max.

“I know,” He replied resting his head back.

“You pussies.” Came from Cody.

‘We had a session, last night.” And I thought about the double meaning as I said it.

“Well, I fucked this chick last night.” He offered back.

“So? If I smelled your dick right now; I’d smell tuna?” Where in the hell had that cum from? His look said it all.

“Thought so…” And if I could have found more cockiness, he would have felt it.

I mean, I wanted Max upstairs, the twin to my cock in my mouth and ass, but I wanted to see just how far Cody was willing to take this. He was totally tenting, right hand trying to cover it, and Max pushed his left hand away.

“You want what we’re packing, Cody? We’ve heard the rumors about you and the swim team. If you want to smell our cocks, you’ll smell the girl we both fucked this morning before breakfast. But it will take a taste, to really know.”   

I pulled down the front resting my balls below the band and touched myself. “You know you want to; you want to suck my dick?”

     He dropped to his knees ready to take the cock in my hand; I slapped him saying, “Him first.” Pointing at Max.

     Quickly he turned to my friend ready to do the same. Max slapped him, saying, “No.”

     “I, We’ve heard you're good, can take big cock like your teammates. Is it true?” And he didn’t need to answer.

“Do you just suck or are you on your back with legs in the air?” Again he didn’t need to answer.

“You should probably go.” It didn’t take him long.

“That was mean,” Max said as he threw the controller at me.

“Dude, that hurt,” I said rubbing my chest.

“Why would you humiliate him like that? He didn’t deserve it. The thing with the swim team; nobody talks about it.” And he looked at me with a look.

“What if someone treated you like that because of what we do? Better yet; what if someone treated me like that because of what we do?”

That took about fifteen seconds to digest. Max was right. I would go down in flames if I was treated like that and had gone down if someone treated Max like that. “I’ll apologize to him.” And I gauged his response.

“Can we take a nap, Christian?” He never called me that.

I was in a trance looking at him with his head kind of cocked, his eyes dreamy, and I nodded. We got to my room and shed what hid from the other's eyes and stood there like seeing for the first time. He must have known.

 From your Author:

This is all fiction, what a lot of boys do and many more wish they would have. Most of my audience is older, probably married with kids, and maybe regretting where you are today. Fear can take many forms, the unknowing, fear of your life being ruined.

When I was eighteen I married a boy in heart and soul and we lived as husbands for seven years. This was 1979. Circumstances beyond my control caused us to part and I married a beautiful woman who gave me two wonderful boys.

I guess I’m just saying I fought the fear, had wonderful years together with him, and he left this world over twenty years ago. Sadly, there is nothing of us that will live on other than in my memory. There will always be a step not taken.

Where we are, is where we are; like it or not. Enjoy what you have, cherish it. There is a grand plan and maybe, just maybe, this is yours; but you will never fuckin know. If you could go back in time where would you stop and what wouldn’t you have today?

Would you erase your life back to a time when you won over fear? Just think about that for a minute. I lived with the love of my life from seventeen to twenty-four, longer even. I have memories of him but have two sons and two teenage grandsons I raise today.

I have all I need, would I go back, fuck yes I would; but for different reasons. Would it have changed my life dramatically; most certainly? Would I have memories of marrying my wife? Would I remember my boys being born, or my grandsons; I don’t think so.

I never ask myself that question. I have what I have now because I couldn’t go back. But if I had been able to go back you wouldn’t be reading this now. I would be looking at a man’s face seeing the boy I fell in love with all over again.

Just so you know; I drink a little as I write, smoke a little, and sometimes wake up with my fingers on the keys and pages of a letter; just thought you needed to know that. I am sixty now, Robby has been gone; fuck, twenty-five years now.

I regress. If you have time, please read ‘Robby and Ryan’, read everything I write. As always I wish all readers and writers well. Thanks to our Host, Bjorn. To everyone; live the life you have. Laugh; even if shit isn’t funny. Love. Love with all you have, show it in everything you do. RJC.