Just Friends

We had thought the summer was drawing to a close.  Dave and I were looking forward to returning to university and our usual routine.  Jamie seemed excited about returning to university to start his first year of medical school.  Julian was doing OK but not fully recovered from the loss of his friend and partner Tristan.  Dave had arranged for Julian to stay at the Lake House for the winter season, doing some maintenance and working on his courses at the community college.

We were surprised one day at the end of our shift at the resort, when our boss invited all three of us into his office.  He seemed hesitant but said, “This is sort of about Jamie, but also Julian.  It’s not common knowledge in town but I know that you have helped both of these guys a lot.  I guessed this from watching Jamie’s attitude last summer. And the police detective on his case is a friend.  He didn’t say much but, I figured part of it from your relationship with Jamie.  Then the detective got a report from the police in Hawaii.  That is public court records so, he could share that with me.  Julian’s story just broke my heart.  I assume that him staying at your house is another one of your projects.”

“But why I really asked you here is something from the pastor at our church,” the boss said.  “We, here in this community, give appreciation awards.  The pastor, the police detective and I are on the committee to decide who the recipients will be.  We were unanimous in our desire to give the award to you this year.  But we know it is a delicate topic.  So, I was given the task to ask you first.”

Dave immediately said, “No.  That would be unfair to the people we have helped.” I agreed.  Jamie looked rather embarrassed.

Then the boss said, “We would not have to give any details.  We thought that we could simply explain the award as ‘assisting the police with Victim Services.’  Our detective would back us up that any further details are confidential.  Even the report from Hawaii has been buried in the police department files.”

Dave responded, “Thanks for burying that.  Julian is still recovering and that coming out would be very hard for him.”

“Yes, we know he comes from about 40 miles away and any reference to him by name would get very awkward.  But I assure you that all details would be held in the strictest confidence.” The boss continued.  “The mayor knows nothing of the cases that you have taken on.  I think he really wants this to happen.  The local doctor is soon to retire in two or three years.  The town owns the clinic building.  With your support of the police department, they want to invite you to take over the clinic as soon as your studies are done.”

“You would have a pre-constructed clientele, a building to work out of, and a lot of supportive people here in this town.  Plus, your grandfather was one of the early business owners here.  You know, ‘local boy comes home to set up medical practice.’”

Dave suggested, “This is a little more persuasive, but we would have to discuss it and get concurrence from all the people involved.  When do you need to know?  And all these grand plans: I don’t graduate for another year and Alex for two. And after graduating we will have to intern.”

The boss replied, “You would have a few weeks to decide.  And:  even as our current doctor is getting ready to retire, he is trying to promote a program in rural medicine.  So, he would be glad to take on an intern who might be interested in working in a small town like ours.  But I really want you to think about this because if you have a practice here, we would like you to stay for a long time.”

We, all three, wanted time to consider all the ramifications of this.  We needed to talk with Julian and maybe also his parents.  And, of course, Dave’s parents would need to be in on the discussion.  It was beginning to sound like it could be possible but . . . .

To make a long story short; after some explanation, everyone decided that we should proceed.  I guess that everyone was assured that the necessary confidentiality could be handled.  The surprise was Dave’s Mom.  She knew the town doctor and was very pleased with the idea of her son doing his internship with that doctor.  I think the most hesitant were Julian’s parents.  They had the most to lose if more of the story were to become public. 

The local church held a dinner for the presentation.  It was reasonably well attended.  Explaining that Jamie and Julian were our friends was easy enough.  Dave’s Mom and Dad were present and proud.  Our boss from the resort and the police detective were also present.  The surprise was the presence of Julian’s parents.  It was clear that they wanted to be supportive to their son and the distance from their home allowed for some anonymity.  Julian’s Mom was a hugger.  They wanted to thank Dave personally and Dave and I both got hugs.  Dave pointed out that Jamie had been very supportive to Julian, and he got a hug too.  Jamie was all smiles.

That ended our summer, Dave, Jamie, and I went back to university.  Julian stayed at the house, and we all visited most weekends.  It was clear that Julian was coping better with his trauma and grief.  Time does not always heal things, but he was making good use of the time.  He and Jamie usually took a long walk around the lake each weekend.   The fall term proceeded without anything unusual. 

Things were more eventful for Dave’s Mom and Dad.  The mother of the twins had gone on a doctoring trip to the third world.  Mom had taken on looking after the twins and their brother while their mother was away.  The difficulty was that she did not return.  The mother had died suddenly in a vehicle crash somewhere in Africa. As usual it seemed that Mom knew exactly what to do.  She claimed, as grandmother to the twins that, she could adopt them.  She further reasoned that it was not a good idea to separate the family and she adopted the third one too.   It turned out that the third one had red hair.  Only Dave, Jamie and I had been DNA donors so we all knew who the father had to be.  Jamie was all smiles again. 

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The biggest event happened in the second term when Jamie had his eighteenth birthday.  Dave and I were concerned.  We were hoping that Jamie would continue in his studious ways and not lose all that he had accomplished.  We were concerned but not worried and we wanted to make the birthday a special event.  Yes, a cake was necessary.  We also thought that a visit to the local drinking spot was in order.  The gang from the residence wanted to join and did. 

As we walked home from the bar, I think that everyone realized that Jamie had a little too much but was neither slurring his words nor stumbling.  The celebration seemed to be quite appropriate thus far.  Back in the residence, everyone made their way to their own rooms.  Dave and I were settling in when Jamie knocked and entered.  He said, “I really appreciate you guys for organizing that.  I love seeing a birthday cake because I have seen so few in my life.  And I felt safe to have a few extra drinks because I knew that you would not let me get into any trouble.”  He proceeded to hug Dave then me.

Dave said, “You’re welcome.  And now you know better what your limits are.  Perhaps we won’t be at the next bar.  You will have to watch for yourself.” Jamie nodded. Dave said, “But there is one more thing.”

Jamie seemed puzzled.  “It all seems good to me, a great birthday,” he said. “So what else is there?”

Dave explained, “You are no longer a child anymore.  You’re an adult.  I owe you a good spanking for those times that you claimed it would be child abuse.  It’s not child abuse anymore.”

Jamie protested, “I really don’t know how this works.  My parents never cared enough to spank me.  I guess you need to explain.” I think, he was just playing for time.

Dave spoke again, “Mom said, ‘It doesn’t count unless it’s on the bare bum so bare your bum.”

“What!” was all Jamie could say.

Dave turned to me saying, “Alex, we need a demonstration.”  We had discussed this ahead of time.  I quickly stripped naked and laid across Dave's lap with my bare butt up. 

Dave proceeded with the first few slaps, saying, “See?” and soon followed by, “You might like it.”

We all giggled. Jamie stripped down naked and assumed the position where I had been.  Dave did a ceremonial wind up and a big loud slap to start the process. 

The surprise was from the chorus outside the door, “ONE”

Between giggles, Dave explained, “One for each year of the birthday.”  Jamie tried to look horrified, but it wasn’t working.  Dave proceeded with the other seventeen, each one annotated by the chorus outside the door.  When the eighteen were complete, the chorus yelled “Happy Birthday Jamie” and left back to their rooms, or at least I thought.

Dave still had Jamie across his lap when he turned to me and asked, “Do you think that is enough?  With you I can tell by the rosy color of your cheeks.  But with Jamie’s complexion, he was rosy before I started.  What do you think?”

“I think you should ask Jamie,” I responded.

Jamie immediately turned his head to us and responded, “O not nearly enough.  I must have been bad more.” He stuck out his tongue at Dave.

Dave responded with a couple more slaps and said, “Now go to your room and think about  . . . .” Trying to sound like an annoyed parent.  But that wasn’t working either. 

Jamie stood up.  His dick was at least half hard from the spanking.  I guess mine was too but Dave’s was not in view. Dave still had his clothes on. Jamie said, “I think I know what I can do to finish this off.”  He gathered up his clothes in a ball and used the ball of clothes to cover his dick.  He was otherwise naked when I showed him to the door.  We had thought that the gang had cleared but they hadn’t.  They cheered him down the hall to his room. 

We went to bed.  We were cuddling when we heard some movement from the next room.  Jamie had implied that he was going to masturbate so, we didn’t think twice about it.  But that would be Jamie’s Story and I’ll let him tell it.

Dave proceeded to massage my butt when we were in bed together saying, “Does it hurt?  Should I kiss it and make it better?”

I responded, “It feels a little extra sensitive but, I like the massage and I always like the idea of getting kissed.”

“Should I make it more sensitive? I could . .” Dave asked, with a tease and a raised hand.

I responded, “But the chorus might hear.  Besides, I think I am ready for . . .” I was cut off by Dave sucking my lips.  It was a luscious and long kiss.  We both wanted it to last. We engaged in tongue wrestling for a while.  When it ended, Dave was ravenous.  First, he ran his hand down the back of my neck while kissing and sucking on the front of my neck.  I knew he wanted my body, and I wanted him to have it.  One of his hands moved lower quickly to pull my penis.  I was still naked from the demo for Jamie.  And I was semi hard.  As he started to suck one of my nipples, I whispered, “But this isn’t fair.”

Dave paused to ask, “Don’t you want to?”

“Oh, ya. I want to.” I responded. “But I’m naked and you’re not.  Unfair start!” I pushed my hand down inside the front of his pants and grasped his penis.  I said, “Did you enjoy spanking Jamie?”

Dave looked slightly embarrassed and quietly sheepishly said, “Yes, I admit it. I enjoyed it.  It’s that red pubic bush that is growing on Jamie.  It turns me on too. Just like you have said it does for you.  Sorry.  I admit it. Do You want to spank me?”

Dave had gotten naked as he talked and motioned like he would lay in my lap.  I leaned back onto my back saying, “Maybe another time.  For now, I’ll forgive you if you lick me in just the right spot.”  I pulled up my knees and showed him my anus.  He knew exactly what I wanted. 

He started with one giant and sloppy lick from my anus up my perinium and onto my testicles.  He sucked in each of my testicles in turn which elicited a few little moans.  He said, “How’s that so far? Am I forgiven yet?”  I loved the teasing that he could create.

I returned the tease with, “A little lower perhaps.”  He was now kissing my perinium.  Again, I said, “a little lower yet.”  He planted a long juicy kiss on my anus.  “That’s the spot,” I said.  I owed and awed as he circled my anus with his tongue.  I knew I would soon be too busy moaning to make coherent talk so, I whispered, “You’re forgiven.”  He giggled. I didn’t.  He was just beginning to driven me mad with sensations emanating from his licking. I knew that I was getting very close to ecstasy and close to ejaculation.

Dave teased me again, “You know, I don’t really feel like I am being punished.” He licked some more.

‘Just lick, ‘ I thought.  I wanted to say, ‘if you don’t get licking, I’ll punish you.’  But I was in no shape to formulate words into speech.  All I could do was moan and long for more. He had me on the edge and he knew it.  He paused only long enough to lick his hand then licked me more.  He had moistened his engorged penis with his hand and was now ready to enter me.  I was ready too.

After a couple of strokes up and down my crack with the mushroom head of his penis, he pushed it directly at my anus and asked,” fast or slow?”  I was still unable to talk, nor did I care which.  It had been too long since the last time.  I just wanted him inside me.  I think it was the read of my face or maybe the need I was reading on Dave’s face.  He plunged into me deep.  We moaned in unison.  Then he slowed. We were doing the romantic slow thrusts.  I had no control of myself left and was ejaculating repeatedly onto my chest.  It seemed my body was coordinated with his gentle thrusts.  We were both loving this and continued for some time.

We collapsed exhausted and happy in each others’ arms.  There was a lot of cum on my chest and leaking from my anus.  I didn’t care. I was happy and so was Dave as he rubbed his chest in the cum on my chest.  I was so relaxed; I fell off to sleep with Dave on my chest and him kissing me.  

We had both felt great relief.  I am not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it was because Jamie had now graduated out of our care in becoming an adult at 18.  Not that we really wanted to push him away.  We would remain responsive to any of the things which he asked about.  We were happy about how successful Jamie had been so far.  I think we would have one of those lifelong friendship with him.  And we hoped that he would find a long-term partner and the joy that we had in our relationship. 

On that particular night, our own sex and our release had caused us to not observe or hear what was happening in Jamie’s room right next to our room.  But as I said, that would be Jamie’s Story and I’ll let him tell it. (See Jamie’s Story Part 2)