If Truth be Told

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I have no idea if I have ever talked about Celery. I thought about it tonight. I like Celery; I try to eat healthily. Ok. Now we need to be honest. Celery is a delivery system. It doesn’t make any difference what you put on it; it tastes better. RJC.

Fuck? How had I missed it all? Was that what it was like for me? He would just look at me and smile sometimes. I loved it when he did that and had only hoped but, never expected, what he was telling me today. “Your hair smells good.” He said breaking me from realization.

“So? You love me?” I asked thinking back.

“Yes. And not in a big, hot, brother, sort of way? In a big hot, yes, but not brother, sort of way.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Really? Are you fishing, now?” He asked.

“What?” I retorted.

“Addam, you are big in a good way, and, ‘News Flash’ you are hot as fuck. Happy now?”

“Wait. What?”

“So we have cum full circle. Yes, Addam. You are hot as fuck.” And he smiled at me not knowing.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“It’s not the kind of thing a guy tells his best friend. Just like you calling me a stud when I opened the door.”

“But you are.” I honestly told him.

I moved his fingers back to my nipple and took two fingers from his left hand back into my mouth. I had never softened and he didn’t either. I used my hand on his so he didn’t think he was being too rough. I had forgotten about my neck but, he hadn’t. Fuck.

Allen sucked on my neck only stopping to say, I love you, gym rat.” I was on the brink of a colossal cum, a smile on my face. I sucked his fingers harder. He sucked my neck harder. He shot up my back and I filled the red briefs with a huge load. He really loves me, I thought.

“I. You. Fuck, Allen.”

“I know.” He said.

It might have been we fell asleep? It could have taken longer to revive from the cum we’d shared. I needed to see his eyes. Moving forward I turned, looked at him, and I fuckin kissed him. I mean I was smiling, reaching back with one hand skidding across my back scooping up the cum he laid down.

“You came on my back, Dude,” I said showing him my hand.

“I will remind you, someone was sucking my fingers.”

“Wait. What.” I asked for the umpteenth time.

“Don’t start with that again, Addam.”

“You came from me sucking your fingers?” I asked not quite understanding.

“Wait. You think I didn’t feel you cum from pinching your nipple?”

“It wasn’t that, Allen.” I needed to tell him.

“Wait. What?” Came from him now.

“It was sucking your fingers, Al. That’s what made me cum, but the nipple play was good.

“Wait. Good? What? Sucking my fingers got you off. Boy, I wish I knew that a couple of years ago.”

“And what would you have done with that little factoid, Stud.”

“You think I’m a stud? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Ok. I get it but, you heard me bashing myself, all I ever wanted was to look like you.”

“Someone is talking too much.” And I pulled him down resting the band of his briefs under those still full balls.

“What are you doing, Addam?”

“You ask too many questions.” And I went down on him.

This was wrong. I don’t mean doing it, but the angle. I spun around resting my crotch on the floor next to his head and proceeded to suck my best friend. It came to me in a News Flash, you like to suck, Addam. And my buddy liked what I liked. Well, he liked being on the receiving end.

He fought with my hips, tried rolling me, wanting what was drilling a hole in the floor. Finally, I pulled him on top of me and he used the momentum till I was on my knees and he took my cock in his mouth. Yes. Wait.

Now I was thinking of, Wave. The way he did what he did to me, how he sucked me, and what he did with his fingers. Allen must have been reading my mind. One arm pulled so hard I was all the way in his mouth and wet fingers found; oh, my, god.

My nose met his balls; I can’t cum, I thought to myself. Fuck. I couldn’t get enough. I came for the second time in less than a half, my whole bottom was on him till he nudged me away; I swallowed every drop he gave me and we rolled to our sides.

“Wait. What?” Came from him.

“You, Big Guy, have been holding out.”

“No. Wait. What?” Fuck. And he spun around.

“I Don’t know what you are insinuating but it’s not like that, Allen.”

“So? So is that what it’s like, Big Guy? Been sucking off all the guys in your dorm???”

Ok. Lets’ just take a step back. I’d gone over two passes, to tell my friend, I loved him. He had done some shit, tongue in my ear; That was new. I had told him that I loved him; how had we wound up here. I punched him in the face; not hard. His eyes told me it was the wrong thing to do.

“I am so… fuckin… sorry, Allen.” I was losing control.

I was breathing hard and he was crying. “I shouldn’t have ever hit you; I’m sorry.” I mean I wanted to fuckin die.

I hated seeing my strong smaller friend like this. “I shouldn’t have said that. I know you.” He told me.

“No. you shouldn’t have. You got a freebie. I really do love you; don’t make me hit you again; ok?”

“OK.”

It was an emotional time and I think we did, indeed, fall asleep; then we woke up.

I mean we had fallen to sleep face to face, what had spurted from us lay between. I opened my eyes and really saw him for the first time; I was gonna cry. His hair was all messed up, his fuckin skin; and the small smile. He rolled on top of me.

“Those, underwear I got you need to go in the wash.”

“You got those for me?” And I could have held marbles in my dimples.

“Yes. Dumbass.”

Now dimples and closed eyes told the story. “Are we done with, News Flashes?” he asked.

“Wait. What. Don’t start Addy.”

“I told you I loved you; you said ‘Old News.”

“Where are you going with this, Big Guy?”

“Don’t you go pulling that, Big Guy shit on me.”

I have no idea how his face found mine. I have no idea how long we spent doing what was happening. One thing was certain, I couldn’t leave him again, couldn’t feel the emptiness of not having him close, and was pretty sure he felt the same.

“I’m hungry,” I said between breaths.

“Of Corse you are, Addam. We could shower and go out.” And I saw the question in his eyes.

“Like in together; like the shower?” I asked.

“We have already done stuff. Why not save water and shower at the same time?” And he turned a little red.

“If we’re going out after, I’ll need my bag from the car.” The smile and redness left his face.

“OK. What?” I asked.

“When was the last time you talked to your Mom?” He started.

“Why?”

“Because I asked.” I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me.

“A week ago, maybe two. Why?” Now he had piqued my curiosity.

“Don’t freak, Addam.” I hate when people start something with that because they know that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

“When I gave you that News Flash, ‘everybody knows’, it included your Mom.”

“Wait. What? My Mom knows?” I was ready to have a meltdown.

“That school has really dumbed you down. I wasn’t lying when I said it was written all over your face, Addam. Do you think your Mom is dumb?”

“Are you calling my Mom, dumb?” I don’t know why I was being defensive.

“NO. I’m calling you dumb. Your Mom has known longer than I think we have.”

“Wait. What?”

“Don’t start with that shit again, Addam. Your folks saw it the same as mine did. They don’t care any more than our friends.”

I was fighting it real hard, “Wait. What.” It pissed me off so… bad.

“Let me ask you something, Rat? When did you know I loved you?”

“OK. That is not my new nickname.”

“When did you first suspect, Addam?”