Roommate Love

I almost wrote my last two stories My Gym Buddy, My Soulmate and Lust on the Nile back to back, due to inspirations that came to me from people I met.  Then, a hiatus.  I was trying to come up with inspiration for yet another story of two straight guys who eventually find love and lust in each other.

As anyone who has read my other stories in the past, you know that many of my plots are about love stories between a straight man and a gay man.   The two men eventually discover their attraction to each other, both physically and emotionally.  This story and a few more recent ones were about two straight men, which is a new level of challenge.  I usually do lots of character development before the sex starts to happen.  By the time the two men finally have sex, you know them so well that you totally see yourself there with them.  There will be little sexual innuendos, some minor sexual content, then taking certain more liberties, then some unintended acts, and only at the end you will have wild, explosive sex.  If you want sex on page 1, then this story is not for you.  But if you are a hopeless romantic and you want to fall in love with my characters before you jerk off, then this is the story for you. 

This is first and foremost a love story.  The sex is there to consummate all that love and lust.  And if I must say so myself, the wait is totally worth it. There will be a very slow burn before you get to the action, but it will be sooooo worth it.  I am also exploring a fetish as a central point in this story.  It is not a fetish that I particularly partake in myself, so I hope I will do the story justice.

As an added layer of fun, I also experimented with AI image generation to give the readers a visual of the characters and situations.  Hopefully that helps with your enjoyment. 

Your comments and suggestions are always welcome by reaching out to me at [email protected], or in the comment section of this site.  I really would love to hear from you. 

Also, a bit of crowdsourcing here.  I read and re-read and proofread this story a whole bunch of times.  But I am sure there are still typos and grammar mistakes here.  If you feel inspired, you drop me an email to let me know and I will correct them. Thanks in advance.

And now, enjoy!

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Roommate Love

By DrThroat 

 Well, this was it. College graduation was finally here.  Four years at University of Arizona.  The heat, the classes, the frat parties, and my degree.  And now I was off to New York City. The Big Apple. 

 Hi.  My name is Gunnar Christensen.  I was born and raised in Minnesota, and you could totally pinpoint me as descendants of Vikings that had moved to the Midwest.  I have those typical piercing blue eyes that everyone in my family has.  I have curly blond hair.  I used to play football in high school, so I have that typical solid muscular build.  I am 5 feet 10 inches tall.  I usually come across as the athletic type, although in college I did not participate in any formal sports. 

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I had been to New York a couple of times as a kid with my parents.  And then I went a couple of times for job interviews.  I still could not believe my lucky stars that I got a nice job at Moody’s right out of college.  Somewhere between being a top student, having awesome recommendations, lots of extra-curricular credentials and accolades, and yes, my dad’s connections, I was able to land a dream job.

 Through the firm’s recruitment department, they found me a 2 bedroom apartment in Tudor City, where all the post college kids go to live before they find their own vibe in a different neighborhood.  I figured I would find a roommate and split the rent.  But none of my regular buddies were going to New York.  They were all scattering all over the place. Everywhere but New York. 

That was until that last spring break.  Me and my buddies from my frat decided to do one last hurrah in Cabo.  A whole bunch of other U of A students happened to go there this particular spring break as well.  It was like half the campus was there.  One night when there were hundreds of students hanging out at El Squid Roe bar, I got to hang out with Matt. I had seen him on campus in the past.  I think we took a couple of the same classes at some point.  He belonged to a different frat, so we never socialized much in the past.  He was one of hundreds of guys I kinda would recognize by face, but never got the chance to hang out with.  U of A is that big.

Matt apparently was from Portuguese background.  His family was first generation immigrants.  He was kinda a star on the swim team.  He was basically my height.  His hair was longer and more wavy, less curly than mine but not straight. He had that beautiful olive complexion of people from the Mediterranean.  He had the typical swimmer’s build with broad shoulders, toned muscles, and like zero percent body fat.  He always looked like the picture of health and fitness.

So anyways, on that night a whole bunch of us students ended up at the same bar.  Somehow Matt and I finally got to talk.  And low and behold, he was heading to New York after graduation as well.  The story was that his girlfriend got into NYU nursing school.  So then he got a job at some middle of the road law firm as a paralegal.  He always wanted to go to law school.  But between going to school full time, working full time to support himself in college, and being on the swim team he never had time to study for the LSATs or dedicate time getting into grad school.  He figured he would work a couple of years as a paralegal, save money, study for the exams, and then go to law school.  And since his girlfriend was heading to New York, he found this paralegal job there as well.

He could not live with his girlfriend in New York because she was going to live at the student housing for real pennies.  The math did not add up for her to pay New York rent while in nursing school if she got a good deal in the dorms.  So Matt was left on his own to look for a housing situation.  And guess who had an extra room and nobody yet to take it? Moi!  It was like the stars were aligned and we had found each other.  Both of us had jobs, I was looking for a roommate and he was looking for a room.  We shook on it and it was a done deal. 

Frankly, I went from hardly knowing the guy to inviting him to be my roommate.  In hindsight it was kinda crazy, and maybe it was the cheap booze that got to my head, but we shook on it.  I couldn’t take it back.  I am not sure I did want to take it back.  There was something about Matt’s demeanor that made me trust him.  He looked like he was good people.  He worked hard, was in good shape, and seemed like he had his act together.  He was supporting himself fully through college while my rich dad bankrolled me and even found me a dream job. 

Over the next few weeks, Matt and I coordinated some more and hung out a few times.  He wasn’t going to be my new best friend overnight, but we made more of an effort.  He mentioned he had a TV, and I had few kitchen appliances like a toaster oven and a Nespresso machine.  Neither one had any furniture to bring.  So we ordered a whole bunch of cheap stuff from Ikea to arrive just in time for our move-in date June 1st.  We both managed to negotiate our start dates of our new jobs to be June 15th.  This way we had 2 weeks to set up and acclimate in New York before we started the grind.  His girlfriend’s nursing school was supposed to start in September, which left us a little time for just us boys.

My girlfriend at the time, well, that was a different story.  I had dated Kara for almost a year.  She was sweet, goodlooking, and generally very pleasant company.  But there was no spark.  After a year of dating, there was no magic.  I didn’t feel the love, and I think neither did she.  I was heading to New York no matter what, and she was heading back to Nebraska where she was from.  It was a very polite conversation when we both agreed that there was no point to a long distance relationship.  That probably was one of the most adult decisions I had ever made.  I was sure I was going to find something better suited for me in my new town.

Graduation itself was a blast.  It was the best of times.  But we all knew it was all over and soon we would be spreading all over the place.  Maybe a reunion here and there.  These were lifetime friendship that we had formed here, but from now on it will be over texts and calls and emails.  My parents came for graduation weekend, of course.  They knew most of my other buddies from here and there.  I did make a point of tracking down Matt and introducing him to them.  Matt did the same with his parents.  Very fast and cordial introductions, and off to the parties for everyone.

Moving in was easy if you don’t have much except clothes.  The delivery from Ikea came the same day.  We helped each other assemble our respective beds and end tables.  Then we assembled the small dining table and 4 chairs.  One sofa, 2 club chairs, and one coffee table.  A few pots and pans, and by the end of the day it looked like we had lived there for years.  True to form for clueless straight boys right out of college, there was no art on the walls or anything to give the place some class and warmth. 

The apartment was in an average building with doorman and some other amenities.  The two bedrooms were mirror images of each other tucked in to one side.  There was a cozy common area for the living room and small dining area.  A small kitchen that was mostly designed for food prep by max 2 people, but no room to walk around.  And there was one single bathroom with one sink and shower enclosure and a crapper. The wall to wall mirror made the bathroom look bigger that it really was.

That first night we ordered Chinese food and ate it on our new and cheap dining set.  We felt like it was so New York of us to do just that.  We felt like we had made it, having our own place like that in the middle of the Big Apple.  We felt so grown up.  Later that night we hit some of the local bars in Tudor City.  It’s where all the kids our age go once they move to New York. 

Well, we were not in Kansas anymore.  Errr, Arizona that is.  The people here were so different that my hometown in Minnesota or the people in Arizona.  Yes, I had been here to New York in the past as a tourist, but this was my first take on it as its newest resident.  These people dressed fancier than I was used to, looked more sophisticated, many had fancy tans from exotic vacations or weekends in the Hamptons. 

Instead of trying to talk to some chicks, Matt and I actually got to learn more about each other.  The correct spelling of his name was Mateus.  It was pronounced ‘mah-TEH-oosh’ in original Portuguese.  His parents were both first generation immigrants, but he was born in Rhode Island.  They settled in a small fishing village with a long Portuguese history.  They were hard working people, but they had no special skills.  That’s why Matt, or Mateus, had to work full time to pay his own way in college.  Which made me admire him even more. 

Eventually we went back home.  It was our first night in the new apartment.  First night as roommates.  I lived in the frat house with a bunch of other guys in college, but never one on one.  Well, I got to learn that Matt likes to strip to nothing more than his boxers at home.  I got to learn that he doesn’t close the door to the bathroom when he’s peeing.  We had to take turns in the bathroom brushing our teeth before bed.  These were all the little routines you work out with a new roommate, which was way different than living in a frat house or even the dorms. 

It was when he was in the bathroom and I was sitting on the sofa that I noticed the TV was missing.  Were we robbed already?  I remember we brought it in, left it in the middle of the hallway, and now it was nowhere to be found.  Odd!  I got up to look for it.  And then I saw it.  Matt had set it up in his room. He had it sitting on top of a little TV stand facing his bed. 

I was kinda confused but this.  He had mentioned way back in Cabo that he has a TV for us.  But then he set it up for himself in his own room.  I thought we were both going to be able to use it.  Nope, He had set it up for his own use only.  I was upset, but didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. It wasn’t worth it. 

He was the first one to go to bed that night.  I was still reading my finance magazines on the new sofa.  He went into his room but left the door open.  I guess that’s how we were doing it, not closing our doors.  Which was fine with me, I didn’t need any major privacy. 

Eventually I went to bed as well.  I was still full of energy from the new apartment in the new city with the new roommate, and didn’t fall asleep for a little while.  And that’s when I heard it. The undeniable sounds of someone moaning.  Yup, right next to me in his own room, with both doors wide open, Matt was jerking off. I guess he assumed I was sleeping already, but I wasn’t.  I could hear him stroking, with the new bed making repetitive squeaking sounds, and some heavy panting.

I was petrified.  Four years of college with guys in the frat house I never caught someone jerking off in the middle of the night. Yes, we had girls over and we could hear them getting fucked by one frat brother or another, but never a solo jerk.  I guess we all had managed to do that more privately without being caught. 

I made sure not to move or do anything.  I was frozen.  The last thing I wanted to do was to make any sound in my bedroom that would let him know I was still awake and aware of the situation.  Eventually I heard a grunt and a release, and the squeaking stopped.  There was a little more motion, I presume he was cleaning himself.  And then silence.  After another 20 minutes of being frozen, I fell asleep.

The next morning I had to do my best to act normal, as though I had not heard him jerk himself off in the middle of the night.  I also was still borderline upset about the TV that he had promised we could both use, but then he had set it up in his own bedroom.  That morning I also learned that Matt doesn’t close the bathroom door when taking the shower.  I guess after all those years in the swim team he was used to not requiring much privacy. 

We hit the local bagel shop for a traditional breakfast, and hit some touristy sights together.  Over the next few days we visited the observation decks in Empire State Building, World Trade Center, and One Vanderbilt.  We visited MoMA, Metropolitan Museum, Natural History Museum, and Guggenheim.  We toured SoHo, Little Italy, West Village, and the entire downtown area.  We went running on the West Side Highway and rented bikes to go around Central Park.  Every day we tried another bagel shop and came up with our own ratings.  We tried pizzas at Patsy’s, Lombardi, Grimaldi’s, and John’s on Bleeker.  We had authentic Chinese food in Chinatown, and Korean food in Little Korea.  Some of these places I had been to before, but it was so much more fun doing it all over again with Matt.  He was like the brother I never had.  Even though I never really hung out with him much in college, he was so easy going and so fun to hang out with.  It felt like we had been best friends forever.  Giving ourselves those two weeks just to hang out and see the city together was the best idea ever.

The first few nights at home I wore gym shorts around but Matt was very comfortable walking around in his boxers underwear.  Both of us were shirtless, as the summer heat did not require any layering up.  After a couple of nights, I quietly acquiesced and also started hanging out in just my boxer underwear at home.  One night he was on the sofa and had both feet on the coffee table.  I came out of the bathroom after taking a pee, making sure there were no pee spots on my boxers since they were on display.  Just then I froze.  He was spread eagle and I could see all his junk in between the opening of his boxers.  Not that I had not seen some other guys naked before, but I wasn’t ready for that right at that moment.  It reminded me of that episode of Friends where this guest character was freeballing it under his gym shorts, and Joey and Chandler made a whole big scene out of it.

We also toured the various gyms nearby.  As Matt was an avid swimmer, we chose the branch of Equinox with a good lap pool.  It was a bit pricey, but Matt really wanted that gym. That first time we used the gym, it was the first time I saw him in a Speedo.  I had seen him shirtless at home in his boxers every night, but the Speedos really brought out all the swimmer’s body definition. He was toned and tanned, with built shoulders, a six pack, and almost no body fat.  He could have easily become a model with that body.  Me, on the hand, Speedos were not my thing.  I had my knee length bro’ swimwear.  I tried to catch up with him swimming, but I was nowhere as proficient as him.  And all that baggy cloth of the straight boy swimwear was no match for the professional attire of a proper Speedo.

Later in the locker room, that was the first time we saw each other fully naked.  We stripped naked heading to the shower area.  I’m sure for him in the swim team it was a normal thing.  Even though I was in the football team in high school, we didn’t have a communal shower area and the locker rooms were a bit more private for me.  Yes, he definitely had that super toned athletic physique you expect from a swimmer.  Now that I could see his glutes, I could also appreciate how muscular he was all over.  For the first time I also saw his cock and balls out in the open.  He was shaven all over, except for a hint of pubic hair down there.  His entire body was hairless except his hair and eyebrows.  I had learned to do some manscaping every now and then, but nothing as extreme as this naked look from a swimmer. 

One other night while we both had gone to bed already, both with our doors open, I heard that squeaking sound again.  Yup, Matt was at it again, jerking himself off assuming I had fallen asleep ready.  But I wasn’t sleeping quite yet.  I let him do his thing while I kept quiet.  Then I heard some more sounds.  It sounded like he was playing a video his phone or iPad.  Yup, that was porn sounds.  Some woman moaning, some male voice talking dirty to her.  It was ever so soft a volume, but my young ears could pick it up all the way in my room.  And that’s when I got horny.  I don’t know what came over me, but at that moment, I felt like I needed to release a load too.  The last time I had sex was the last time with my ex-girlfriend before graduation.  I had jerked off back in Minnesota before coming to New York.  But this was the closest thing to having any kind of sex with someone else present.  I quietly reached under the covers and grabbed my cock.  It was stiff in no time.  A horny 22 year old, a horny roommate, and soft sounds of porn was all the stimulation I needed. 

I stroked myself as I heard his bed squeak next door.  The whore in the porn kept moaning, and the porn actor kept talking dirty to her.  I was hoping my strokes were not making as much a sound as his bed squeaking next door.  I heard him pick up his pace.  I did too.  He was grunting with every stroke.  I swallowed my panting lest I make an audible noise.  He stroked and I stroked.  There was an air of libido filling the whole apartment, each one of us in his own little dark room taking care of our own selves. 

I heard him give one long grunt.  I shot my load onto my chest at the same time.  The squeaking next door stopped.  We were both done.  Fresh cum in each room.  Tensions released.  That was very much needed, at least on my end.  I quietly wiped my chest with my T-shirt that was still on the floor next to my bed.  I went to sleep, content that we both shared that moment, even though I really hoped he didn’t know I was jerking myself off at the same time.

We basically spent every single moment of every single day together those first two weeks.  Every single meal, every single outing, every single gym visit, every single New York City attraction.  I don’t think I had ever spent so much time with just one person and still did not get tired of them.  I couldn’t believe that all those 4 years in college Matt and I had missed out on a beautiful and easy friendship that could have developed much sooner.  But I was so glad we were there now.  I really lucked out asking him to be my roommate. 

Towards the end of those first two weeks, one night after dinner I was in my room sorting out all the new work clothes I had bought for my new job.  A whole bunch of finance bro shirts and vests and slacks.  It was all the usual mandatory uniform which had replaced the business suit these days.  I was slightly startled when Matt walked in.  He stood near the doorway. We were both in our boxers, as per our new comfort level.

“Sorry to bother you buddy.  Can you do me a solid?” he asked. 

“Um, yeah, what?” I replied.  Just then I noticed he was holding something in his hand.

“There is this little patch of hair on my back I need help shaving.”

I didn’t say anything.  I never expected to hear something like that.

“I usually shave all my hair for my swimming.  This one patch in between my shoulder blades I can’t reach on my own.  Usually either the coach or one of my buddies from the swim team does it for me.  But, well, they’re not here and you are.  You’re my ‘person’ now.”

I was touched that I had become his ‘person’ so fast. On the other hand, I don’t know about this request.  Shaving another dude? Isn’t that kinda gay? I know all the guys on the swim team shave it all off to reduce friction in the water.  But having me doing it for him?

It didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t say no.  This was not the kind of request one would say no to, no matter how unconventional it felt.  After all, he had nobody else there in town to do it for him.  Like he said, I was his ‘person’ now.

“Sure,” I replied, trying to act as normal as I could. 

“Let’s do it in the bathroom so we don’t make a mess here in your room.”

I followed him to the bathroom.  He stood with his back to me.  He gave me the hair buzzer he had held in his hand this whole time.  There was this little patch of fine hair in between his shoulder blades.  And nothing else on his back.  He had already shaved everything on his chest and belly. 

I turned on the buzzer.  I held it in my hand with the end farthest from the razor area.  I lifted my hand and approached his back.  I was really feeling weird doing this.  I held the buzzer with the tippy top of my fingers, just to make sure my hand doesn’t accidentally touch him.  I gave it a single stroke across his back.  I think I barely touched his skin with the buzzer.  Some of the hair fuzz came off, but all the roots were still in.  I gave it another stroke, this time making sure the buzzer actually touched his skin.  There was a stripe of naked skin in between the patches of hair on the left and right.  I still felt weird doing this.  I had grown very fond of Matt really quick, but I wished he didn’t ask me to do this.

I clipped a bit to the right, then to the left.  I was covering more ground.  The strands of his hair went falling down his back, some clung to his skin and others fell to the floor.  Eventually the area was shaven enough, at least for my level of comfort.  It didn’t have to be perfect; his hair was going to grow again anyway.  I didn’t brush off all the hair on his back.  I figured he can deal with that himself.  I turned off the buzzer and handed it back to him.

“Thanks buddy.  I owe you one,” he thanked me.

“All good,” I replied.  I was happy that the awkward situation was over.  Shaving another guy’s hair was not on my bingo card.  After I left the bathroom, I heard him turn the buzzer on again.  I assumed he was taking care of all the other body parts he could reach himself.  What an odd habit these swimmers had shaving all their body hair all the time.  I was hoping that by the next time he needed his back shaven his girlfriend would be in town or he would ask one of the other swimmers at the gym to do it for him.  I don’t know, the whole thing was a bit too intimate for my level of taste.

That fateful Monday was finally upon us.  After spending every single moment together for 2 weeks, sharing every single meal, every single gym work-out, every single New York City excursion, it was time for our first day at our jobs as grown-ups.  I had huge butterflies in my belly.  I was filled with anxiety and excitement.  That morning we took turns showering and getting ready, part of a new routine we had developed sharing the same bathroom. 

We left for work at the same time.  He took his subway line, I took mine in a different direction.  It was the first time I was alone in New York.  All of sudden I realized what a void Matt had filled for me these past 2 weeks.  I had nobody there except for him.  And even he was a relatively new friend to me. 

The first day of work was very exciting.  Luckily everything went smoothly.  Matt and I had decided that the first night, rather than eating some random take-out food or going to some random bar, we were going to have a celebratory dinner. Neither one of us had gotten our paychecks yet, but we were going to splurge. 

We had booked a table for us at Tavern On The Green.  Only years later we found out that it was more of a tourist trap rather than a place that fancy New Yorkers go to.  But we didn’t know it back then. We were seated at a lovely table across from each other.  We had the most magnificent view of Central Park in the summer.  The whole setting was very enchanting.  Both of us looked very dapper with our youthful glee and new professional work clothes.

At some point, in between appetizer and main course our server came to check on us.  Lovely young woman, maybe in her late 20’s.

“Are you guys celebrating an anniversary or something?” she asked with the sincerest smile.

At first neither Matt nor I really understood what she meant.  It took me at least 10 seconds before I did finally get the gist of her question.

“Oh, no, we’re not a couple.  We’re just roommates,” I answered.  I was trying to be polite answering her inappropriate question.  What I wanted to say was ‘We’re straight you bitch!’ but I held back. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.  You just are so well dressed and so good-looking, and I sensed a deep connection.  Sorry to presume.”  She was mortified with herself when she left our table.  She made sure to apologize one more time when she brought us our dinner, and she gave us free dessert.  Matt and I laughed at the whole situation all the way home.  We took a long walk in the lovely summer night instead of using the subway.  It was the perfect end of our first day at work.

We started acclimating to New York more from that point on.  Both of us put 100% of our energies into work.  We still went to the gym together when possible, him doing laps in the pool, and me doing cardio and weights.  We started meeting people in our respective offices, and got invited to all kinds of after work events.  As a courtesy, Matt and I both made sure to invite one another to these after-work parties and happy hours.  It was always Matt at my office parties plus everybody else’s boyfriends and girlfriends, and vice versa with me at his events. 

One of those times, someone’s girlfriend assumed Matt and I were a couple because she had seen him come as my plus one a couple of times.  Again, we had to explain to her we were just roommates and nothing more. 

The second week into work, there was a basketball game I wanted to watch on TV.  But the TV was in Matt’s room.  I still didn’t want to make an issue of why he put the TV into his own room rather than in the living room for both of us to use.  Things were going so well; I didn’t want to introduce a point of friction. So I went to my room after dinner and used my iPad to open the streaming service with the game on.  He had headed to his own room after dinner as well.

About 10 minutes into the game he hollered from his room: “Are you watching the game?”

“Yes,” I hollered back.  He must have heard the sounds coming out of my iPad.  I didn’t think it was that loud. 

“Come watch it here with me,” he hollered over the walls again.

“What?”

“I’ve got the TV here.  Come, we’ll watch together.”

I walked over to his room.  He was on his bed and was fiddling with the remote to find the game.  He acted very casually.  Me, on the other hand, I was kinda confused.  The only things in his bedroom were the bed and the TV stand.  There were no other chairs or anything else to sit on.

I was still borderline mad at him for placing the TV in his room rather than the living room.  I didn’t make a point of it back then, and I didn’t want to mention it now how uncool that was.  And now he wanted me to watch TV with him in his room, with nothing to sit on.

I was just standing there frozen. Eventually he found the game on the right channel.

“Here, come sit,” he pointed to the other half of his bed.

“Dude, I’m not gonna get in bed with you to watch TV.”  He was so not thinking the way I was thinking.  Maybe there was something about his European upbringing that made it OK for two guys get in on the same bed watching TV.  Where I grew up, guys don’t get into the same bed no matter what. 

“What’s the big idea?  You’re not getting into the bed, you’re just on top watching TV.”

I didn’t think I could explain it to him any further without making it awkward.  Rather than argue or teach him wisdom, I went back to the dining room and took one of the dining chairs and brought it back to his room. I placed the dining chair to the side of his bed and sat myself on it.  I didn’t say a word.

“You’re weird,” he said after a couple of minutes.

“No, you are!” And the childish banter continued back and forth for a few more rounds. 

Sitting on a dining chair is fine for a meal, but not for watching TV.  Specially on those cheap wooden chairs from Ikea with no padding.  I kept re-adjusting my position trying to find a comfortable spot. Meanwhile, he looked very comfortable on his bed, with a few pillows giving him back support against the headboard.

Eventually the game ended.  I returned the dining chair to its place. We brushed our teeth one at a time, talking about the game, and then went to sleep. 

Over the next couple of days we had to learn how to manage the single bathroom we had to share every morning as we both needed to shower and get ready for work.  For best time management, we decided to treat the bathroom more like a locker room rather than a private single-occupancy bathroom. If one of us was in the shower, the other one can come brush his teeth or shave or do whatever else to get ready faster.  We had seen each other naked in the locker room in the gym, so the home shower did not need to feel any different.

One time when I was in the shower, he came in to use the bathroom.  I assumed he had to brush his teeth or brush his hair or something.  Nope.  He needed to pee.  With no hesitation, he whipped out his dick and proceeded to pee right there in front of me.  I’ve seen guys peeing in urinals a million times.  But usually you see them from behind.  This time I had front row view of Matt’s piss coming out of his dick right next to me.  The glass shower doors did not conceal anything. 

I had never seen anyone else pee right in front of me before.  I had seen my own dick pee a million times, but never someone else’s.  For whatever reason, I was hypnotized by that sight.  Eventually he looked up from looking at his dick and looked sideways at me.  I gave him a nervous smile back and continued to lather myself, all naked in front of him. 

That first time was very awkward, but we broke through that level of comfort and it happened every now and then that one of us peed in full view of the other one.  No big deal. 

Toward the end of July, Matt’s girlfriend came to visit before she would move to New York for nursing school in the fall. Of course she was going to stay in Matt’s room, he didn’t have to ask. We just would have to adjust our new bathroom use habits for that weekend and I guess whichever other future nights or weekends she would want to stay with him.  I guess I had to get used to having her around. 

That Friday night we all had dinner together, the 3 of us. She was adamant that once her nursing school starts and she met her new classmates, she would introduce me to quite a few girls.  I thanked her, but didn’t have anything clever to say back.  Sandy was nice and boring all at the same time.  I thought Matt could have done better than her.  She also occasionally came across a bit weird.  Couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about her was not right.

I let the two lovebirds have Saturday to themselves.  Even though Matt and I had learned to spend most of our free time together all this time, I needed to give him space to get quality time with Sandy.  I guess that was also a preview of things to come for me.  I couldn’t rely on Matt as my one and only friend in New York. I had to branch out and find new friends. 

I have to be honest.  That was the loneliest day.  I tried to keep myself busy with the gym, and even going to a museum on my own.  I had lunch and dinner on my own.  None of my buddies from work were close enough with me yet to call them and make plans.  I was still new to the city.  I’m sure time would make a difference. 

When I got home after my lonely dinner that night, Matt and Sandy were already in their room with the door closed.  I could hear faint conversation but nothing I could comprehend.  I went to my room and closed the door too.  Matt and I usually slept with our doors open, but with his girlfriend there they needed privacy. 

I was in my bed, looking at the ceiling and not falling asleep.  About 20 minutes into this, I started hearing moaning from next door.  Yup, the kids were at it.  They were fucking.  I thought Matt was noisy those few times I overheard him jerking off with the door open, but she was even more noisy.  I could hear them even through the walls and the closed doors!

So what is a horny lonely boy going to do?  I did like anyone else would do.  I whipped out my dick and started to jerk myself off.

Oh, excuuuuuuuuse me! (in a very Joan Rivers tone when she was about to deliver something significant).  What, all of a sudden all you fucks are holier than thou?  You look down on me for jerking off listening to my roommate fuck his very loud girlfriend?  If you were so holy what are you doing on this site reading this story?  Who’s the bigger sick fuck, the one who is telling his story or the one who is reading someone else’s story late at night and jerking off alone?  Don’t be all nun-like on me.  I know you’re waiting for the part where Matt and I finally hook up.  But you have to read all the rest of the story before we get there.  It’s my story and I’m gonna tell it like it is.

So, anyways, here I was, jerking off solo as Matt and Sandy were not making any effort concealing anything except for shutting their door.  Just when I thought I heard Matt give out one of his signature climax grunts, I shot a load too.  All over my belly and chest, with a few drops hitting my face and the pillow next to my face.  When you’re 22 and horny, you can be a sharp shooter like that every time.

I wiped myself and went to sleep.  I did get laid one time since we came to New York with this one-night stand, but she was not worth a second call.  Other than that, I hoped to one day meet someone like Sandy to be my other half.

At some point around 2:30 AM or so I heard some more noise from their room.  In the middle of my sleep I wasn’t sure if they were going at it a second time.  I let them have their moment.  I was going back to sleep.

I woke up around 9:00 AM that Sunday morning.  I heard their voices in the living room, although I couldn’t hear what they were saying.  It sounded like they were whispering since they thought I was still sleeping.  There was some commotion, and some movement.  I thought they might be heading out to breakfast and then have another day in the city just the two of them.  I thought I’d give them a few moments to get out before I came out of my room.  This way they wouldn’t feel obligated to ask me to join them on their day alone.

I heard the front door close, although a bit more forceful than I imagined it in the past.  Maybe they were in a hurry. A couple of minutes later I opened my door and emerged from my room in my boxers.  To my surprise, Matt was still there.  He was sitting on the sofa, with a decidedly defeated look on his face.  A quick cursory look and I couldn’t see Sandy anywhere.  Was that her slamming the door?

There was something awkward in his mood.

“It’s over,” he finally said.

I couldn’t even process what that meant.

“I broke it off with her.  Actually she cheated on me so she’s the one who….  Doesn’t matter, it’s over.”

“Buddddddddy…..”

“No, I’m fine.  It’s for the best.  I prefer it happened now rather than later.”

I went to sit next to him on the sofa, at a 45 degree angle facing him.  I let him talk or not talk, it was his story to share or not to share.  Turns out that Sandy went home to work and save money the summer before coming to nursing school.  One night she was out with her high school friends, all fresh out of college, and they went to a party.  She got drunk.  She hooked up with a random guy.  But then it happened again with the same guy.  And then it had become a regular thing for a while.  She thought of it as a fling, until she would come to New York and end it all like it never happened.  But her phone dinged in the middle of the night while she was fast asleep.  Matt saw the notification and used her face while she was sleeping to unlock her phone.  That’s when he saw all the texts back and forth.  All documented very well what happened and how many times it happened. 

Sandy couldn’t deny any of it.  It was all documented.  Apparently she didn’t even have the decency to ask for forgiveness.  She kinda said whatever happened, happened.  With her tail in between her legs she left early this morning.  She also indicated that she will probably then not go to NYU nursing school after all.  She was going to find another school more near her home.  Matt was sure she was going back to that guy.

“At least you were smart enough to end it with your girlfriend at graduation knowing you weren’t meant for each other,” he said after he told me the entire story.  “Me, I moved here just because she was going to be here.  Even though I always knew that probably she was not the one I was going to marry, I still wanted to be with her.  That was the only reason I moved to New York.”

I just listened.

“Now you’re my one and only person in New York.  I feel so lucky we met up in spring break and this whole living situation worked out and that we get along so well.”  Tears were starting to well up in his eyes. But he was holding back. 

“I’m fine, fine,” he defiantly declared, and swallowed that frog in his throat.  “I’m not going to be upset over it.  It wasn’t meant to be.  I’m just 22 and I will meet the love of my life when the time is right.”

I still just sat next to him.  I didn’t have any words of wisdom to share.  Truth is, he had been my one and only ‘person’ for the past 6 weeks since we moved in together.  He always had at least the concept that once his girlfriend would move to the city, he would have another person here.  Me, I didn’t even have that much.  I just had Matt here.

“Ok, we’re not going to make this a pity party,” he sprang from his seat.  “Let’s shower and go out. 

We showered and left home.  Yes, we did go to the Pick-A-Bagel 5 blocks away, the one we decided had the best bagels and did the best morning sandwiches.  We got iced coffee to go.  We headed to Central Park and strolled around aimlessly for a couple of hours.  I learned that now that this episode with Sandy was over, he planned to take a deep dive into studying for the LSATs.  His new supervisor loved him, and thought he could make a brilliant lawyer one day.  They liked him so much they even thought he might be a good candidate to come back as a full attorney after law school.

Me, I was doing pretty well at work too.  I had been assigned to be part of a high profile merger and acquisition folder, the kind that is usually reserved for more senior new hirees.  I’m sure my dad’s connections had something to do with it.  But I was also outperforming at work.  They complimented me that I was a fast learner and that I had a natural knack for this line of work.

Back to that Sunday, for lunch we walked over to Sarabeth’s.  Again, another famous tourist spot that proper New Yorkers had stopped going to a long time ago.  Both of us had already gotten a couple of paychecks and we thought we were living the life.  This whole time Sandy did not come up even once in the conversation. 

After lunch we walked over to Hudson River and headed south.  It was a lovely sunny day in summer with moderate temperatures and almost no humidity.  Had it not been for the circumstances of earlier in the morning with Sandy, I daresay it was the loveliest day I had spent in New York since we got here.  Yes, we had more exciting days trying to squeeze in as many museums and shows and a myriad of activities.  But that day was all about taking it slow.  It was about enjoying the moment, enjoying the company. This came exactly one day after I had spent the most lonely and miserable day all alone by myself.  What a big difference one day to the next can make.

We got back home in the middle of the afternoon.  Even though we had definitely done that day’s allotment of steps a while back, the day was young and we decided to hit the gym.  We each went to our respective rooms to get dressed.  Just as I was pulling up my gym shorts, I heard him knock on my open door.

“Buddy, sorry to bother you, but do you think you can do my back again?”

That again? I was hoping Sandy would have done that at least one last time before she took her cheating ass back home. 

“Sure,” I wasn’t going to let him down.

We went to the bathroom, and I shaved that little patch for him again.  It wasn’t as fluffy, as I had done it 2-3 weeks ago.  This time I had a bit more confidence doing it.  I was able to completely shave each area with just one pass.  I even used my other hand to brush off the fallen hair just to make sure I got it all. 

We went to the gym and did our usual routine.  In the shower area I was kinda proud that a part of his clean shaven look, his back, was attributable to me.  On the way back we did take out Thai.  After dinner, we still had quite a bit of time before it was bedtime.

“Um, do you wanna watch the game together?” he asked very shyly.  His tone indicated that the game was just an excuse.  He didn’t want us to go to our respective rooms and end the night that way.  He wanted me to be right next to him.

“That would be great,” I answered enthusiastically, trying to lighten up the tone.

This time I did not recreate the whole theatrics of bringing a dining chair into his room to watch TV together.  I was willing to sit on his bed with him to watch the game.  He needed my unconditional support more than the usual straight boy social norms. 

Now, it wasn’t lost on me that just hours ago Sandy was in this same bed with him.  They were fucking on this bed.  I’m sure he had not changed the sheets yet.  And this is the same spot where they had an argument and broke up.  A few hours ago she was there, and now I was in the same spot. 

I took my side of his bed and we watched the game.  You know, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.  Like, what’s the big idea?  Just think of it as a sofa.  Two guys sitting on a sofa to watch TV.  Now it’s his room and there is no sofa.  Then treat his bed as the sofa, not as a bed.  It was a lot lesser of a deal than I thought.  

Eventually the game was over and we did our nightly routine of getting ready for bed.  Taking turns brushing teeth, me peeing next to him as he brushed and vice versa.  The first few times I had major stage fright peeing in front of him all exposed, but I had gotten used to doing it with time.  Again, no big deal between two good friends and roommates who have to share a bathroom.

The next few weeks went as expected.  I tried to make sure Matt doesn’t sink into a funk.  I tried to take him out to bars to meet chicks, at least even for me if not for him.  We were great wing men for each other.  Occasionally one of us would score, sometimes both of us.  The nights we were not going out, we developed a new routine of watching TV in his room.  We discovered that neither one of us had seen Game of Thrones when it was originally running.  So we decided to watch all 73 episodes together from beginning to end. 

Every two weeks, like clockwork, he would summon me at some point during the weekend to shave that little area on his back; the rest he did on his own. Typically, I would hear him use the buzzer in the bathroom to shave off his chest and belly and any other parts.  And then at the end he would call me in to do his back for him.  It had become a biweekly routine for us. 

One night as I got into his bed to watch TV, with a tub of freshly prepared popcorn, the way I sat down and spread my legs the toes on my right foot landed on his left foot toes by mistake.  I was jolted.  I wasn’t planning on playing toesies or anything like that, just that my foot landed in that awkward spot.  I was so frozen with dread that I did not instinctively and reflexively move my foot right away.  My right foot stayed touching his left foot.  By the time I processed what had happened, it was too late to move and not make a scene.  I thought best just to leave it there and not make it like something had happened, especially since he did not move his foot away either.  We stayed all the rest of the night with our toes touching like that.  I was so relieved when we finished the episode of the show and it was time to get up and go to sleep.

The next night it was TV night again.  This time I made sure I was aware where my foot was going to land as got into his bed.  There was a safe space in between us.  Halfway through the episode he got up to go pee.  When he got back into bed, his toes came to touch mine exactly like last night.  This time I was not as much in a state of shock.  I looked at him and just right then he tickled my toes using his foot that was touching me.  That was a bit of an ice breaker.  Ok, so it’s a game.  I get it.  We can tickle each other like that.  Just a little gesture of letting go of our boundaries. 

We kept dating all kinds of girls.  Some blind dates.  Some on apps.  Some from coworkers introducing us. But I was having problems finding substance.  Many of these girls were so superficial. They were auditioning for husbands, for future fathers to their future kids.  They were not looking for boyfriends.  And I didn’t like being dissected like that.  I just wanted to have a genuine connection.  There was always the real friendship with Matt to fall back on.  He was my ‘person’ in New York, and I was his ‘person’.

I did look forward to our private times watching TV in his bed.  Two weeks after the second toes incident, we were in his bed in our boxers as usual.  My toes were probably 5 inches away from his.  Very so slightly, I slid my legs sideways in his direction.  I let it sit there for a while.  After 2 minutes, he slid his toes towards me an inch.  I slid a bit more, and he slid again until our toes were touching.  He gave me that familiar toe tickle from last time.  I looked him in the eyes and he gave me a smirk.  I was so happy to be there with him by my side. 

I can’t believe all this time in college we didn’t hang out much.  We were so destined to be best friends and confidants like this.  I hated that I missed four years of knowing him this well.  But I was so happy that chance and fate brought us together.  I just knew that he would be my forever best friend from now on.  We had developed a level of comfort with each other that I had never experienced with anyone else.  I was sure that one day he was going to be the best man at my wedding and I was going to be the best man at his. It just had to be. 

One time I saw him in the shower, nothing unusual about that.  What I saw this time was that his entire leg was lathered with shaving cream and he was carefully shaving the hair off one pass at a time.  But of course.  This whole time I was just focused on the tuft of hair on his back that needed shaving.  Of course he had to do his chest, his arms and legs.  It just never dawned on me when and where and how all that was done.  So he shaved his legs like that in the shower.  Got it. 

For Thanksgiving, Matt was heading home to his parents.  My parents, on the other hand, were going to the St. Barth with a whole bunch of their empty-nester friends.  All the grown-ups and no kids.  I was stuck in New York all by myself.  I did manage to line up a couple of dates, and I was invited for Thanksgiving dinner to the penthouse apartment of one of my colleague’s parents.  Some fancy multi-million dollar apartment on the Upper East Side.  Very elaborate people with lots of pedigree and contacts. 

That Saturday night I had no plans.  I was home alone.  I had spent extra long time doing Black Friday shopping.  I spent extra long time in the gym.  I even made myself a homemade dinner.  But by 8 PM I had nothing to do.  Nowhere to go.  That’s when I realized how much I missed Matt.  How much I had become dependent on him for socialization.  How much we had bonded in just a few months. 

Even though he wasn’t home, I let myself into his room to watch TV.  I was in his room most nights watching TV anyways, so I wasn’t really invading into an unknown area.  I made myself at home in his bed.  No matter how much I stretched my one foot, there was no other foot to give me toe tickles. Yet I could feel his presence.  I could sense his smell, his scent.  I could see the dent on the mattress on his side of the bed and I could imagine him there.  But he wasn’t there. 

I watched TV for a while.  I decided it was going to be an early night for me.  I headed to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.  My other half wasn’t there for our dance around the sink and toilet.  I was solo. 

Just when I finished peeing, with my dick still out, I spotted Matt’s hair buzzer on the shelf.  The same hair buzzer I had used quite a few times to shave his back for him.  The first time he asked me to use it I did so with dread.  But by now I had gotten used to it.  Daresay I was even looking forward to it as a means of bonding. 

I picked up the buzzer.  I didn’t know why I did that. It felt like the buzzer connected me to Matt, to the person I was missing like mad. I didn’t know what the purpose of the buzzer was in my hand.  It was a solution waiting for a problem.  Then I spotted it.  My dick was still out after I was done peeing.  My pubes were showing.  Now, I had done some gentle manscaping earlier in the week in anticipation of the two dates.  I was tidy down there.  But I was gonna use Matt’s buzzer to shave myself down there.

I took off my boxer.  I was butt naked.  I turned the buzzer on.  The vibrations of the device sent a chill down my spine.  I was about to commit a trespass.  I was about to do something wrong.  Just the thought of it sent a signal into my groin.  I could spot a drop of precum at the tip of my dick and I wasn’t even hard.

I lowered my hand.  I held the buzzer firm in my hand as though it was my dick and I was about to stroke it.  It felt so right in my hand.  I touched the tip of the buzzer to my Viking blonde pubes.  At first I shaved a little bit here and a little bit there.  With each stroke, my groin became more and more naked.  I had no end point.  I kept clipping here, buzzing there.  Before I knew it, I was down to skin.  I had shaved it all off, watching it all fall into the toilet bowl below me.  All that blonde hair, gone!  Naked as the day I was born.  Nothing left. 

Then I saw my balls.  There was still more hair to go.  I went down each side of my shaft and cleaned the balls on each side.  I shaved until my balls were naked too.  I had never seen my crotch so hairless since I was like 12.  In a mad frenzy I had taken it all off.  A grown ass man with no hair.  And throughout the whole thing, I could have orgasmed like 20 times.  There was something taboo about using Matt’s buzzer, something wrong about taking all that hair off.  It felt so wrong, and so good.

When there was no more hair left, I had to stroke it.  My dick was ready to action.  I looked at my naked crotch and stroked my meat while seeing the whole thing in the bathroom mirror.  I was putting on a show for myself.  I couldn’t recognize that guy in the mirror in front me. 

Gobs and gobs of cum flew out of my peehole, all over the toilet and into the water below.  Quite possibly one of the more forceful ejaculations of my young adult life. It was so forceful I felt lightheaded for a few seconds. 

Only when I came to it, I looked down at what I had done.  My cum was all over the toilet bowl, mixed with my blonde pubic hair.  I had to flush it a couple of times to clean all that mess.  I then made sure to thoroughly clean the buzzer so Matt wouldn’t see any of my pubic hair on it.  I cleaned it until it was spotless. 

Eventually I went to bed.  I had no frame of reference to describe the feelings that had come over me.  Sure, I had bonded with Matt real fast, and I missed him.  But to go into his bed without him there?  To use his hair buzzer to shave my crotch and balls?  I was at a loss. 

The emotional toll of that night made me real tired.  I fell asleep fast.  I went to the gym the next morning to pass time before Matt would be back in the afternoon. Only there, in the locker room of the gym, I became aware of what I had done the last night.  There I was, in the locker room full of grown men, with a naked crotch like I was a 12 year-old boy again.  There was no logical explanation for this.  Not even swimmers shave themselves down there.  And maybe some gay men have some weird habits, no insult intended, but I wasn’t one of them.  I had to hide myself from anyone seeing my privates.  Which also meant I couldn’t date till it grew back.  And for sure I couldn’t let Matt see me like this in the bathroom for a few weeks.

Later that afternoon I heard the keys in the door and Matt was home.  I sprang from my seat on the sofa and went to greet him.  He dropped all his stuff on the floor next to him and proceeded to give me the biggest bear hug.  This was no bro’ hug.  It was a full bear hug.  Both arms around my back, full squeeze around the ribs, head buried on my shoulder. Apparently he had missed me even more than I missed him.  For the rest of the evening I tried not to act too weird, even though I was ecstatic he was home.  We chatted about my fancy Thanksgiving dinner and the two crazy dates.  He told me about his holiday dinner and all the Portuguese little customs they inject into it.  And his family.  And his hometown. 

We were as usual in our boxers on the sofa through all this.  I had to be acutely aware that no portion of my junk would accidentally show through the slit in the front of my boxers.  I couldn’t explain why I was all shaven down there.  Back in our bathroom routine, I had to make sure I peed when he was not around, and I had to do it all secretly for the next few weeks. 

The following week it was time to shave Matt’s back again.  He called me into the bathroom and just casually handed me the buzzer; I was already used to what I was supposed to do.  Except this was the first time we were doing it after my solo act over Thanksgiving.  Honestly, I felt ashamed.  I felt I like needed to confess to him what I had done.  I am sure he wouldn’t want to use the buzzer ever again if he knew I used it to shave my crotch and balls.  I even thought of buying him an identical one the next morning, but then again I couldn’t explain why the old one had disappeared. 

So I grabbed the buzzer, and went to work on his back.  The last time I had the buzzer in my hand, I was shaving off my balls.  Now I was shaving off his back.  I tried to keep steady.  I tried to focus.  I tried not to break into a sweat.  Finally it was over.  I don’t know if I dreaded the moment more this time or the very first time he had asked me to do it.  I knew I had to bury that secret forever.

Well, after many nights of watching Game of Thrones in his bed, with many toe tickle fights as our little level of physical comfort, we finished the series.  We were both still new to New York, and we had never watched the original series of Sex and the City.  Mostly because we were little children when it was running.  So we decided to binge watch all 6 seasons and 94 episodes.  Even though the show was like from 20 years ago, so many of the dating stories were still legit.  And it was actually kinda interesting seeing the whole dating dynamics from the female point of view rather than ours. 

For Christmas we both went to our respective families.  Like two school girls, we kept texting each other every other minute about this and that.  After the holidays we had made plans to go skiing together in Hunter Mountain in upstate New York. 

So, on day 1 I fell and injured my knee.  No tear, no fracture, just a shear.  Which basically meant I had to keep the area immobile for 2 weeks and for sure no more skiing.

That was a huge bummer.  I notified my work about the injury and that I needed time off to recover.  They immediately arranged for me to see a top notch Orthopedic specialist back in New York City for a comprehensive opinion.

What I didn’t expect was that Matt called his work too and asked for FMLA leave for the same amount of time.  He told me no way in hell he would let me be home alone with that injury.  I was even thinking about flying back home to stay with my parents, but the idea of flying with that condition was not feasible.

We spent New Year’s Eve alone just the two of us at home.  Matt cooked some of his homemade specialties.  I never knew he was such a good cook.  All this time we never had time to devote to staying at home and cook.  We always did take out or we went out.

I couldn’t believe what a buddy Matt was.  He did my laundry, did all the grocery shopping, and made me 3 solid meals a day.  For the first few days he even helped me in and out of the shower to make sure I was steady and was not putting weight on that knee.  I counted my lucky stars that by then my pubic hair had grown back and I could be seen naked when needed 

He even came to both appointments to the Orthopedic doctor and the MRI I needed to do.  When I was filling out the forms, he insisted I should list him as my next of kin, not my mother.  “Your mother is ten states away, I’m right here next to you.  Who can get to you quicker?” he explained.

All this time at home, in between nursing me, Matt actually had more free time to study for the LSATs.  He jokingly said that my knee injury might get him into law school.

During the second visit to the doctor, I got the all-clear to go back to routine activity and work, but lay off leg exercises for a few more weeks.  Our bittersweet ‘honeymoon’ at home was over.  By the second week of January we were back to our work routines.  And gym routines.  And in-between dating routines with random chicks I didn’t care about much.  Life was good. 

This one time when Matt asked me to shave his back one Sunday after he had finished the rest of his body by himself, I saw in the mirror that there was a little patch of hair still next to his left nipple on his chest.  Without even thinking about what I was doing, I turned his body to face me and said: “Wait, you missed an area.”  With no preface or invitation, I just helped myself to shave that entire area of the chest for him.  With one hand I clipped, with the other hand I dusted and brushed off to make sure I got it all. 

Only after I was done, I realized what I had done.  Once again, that buzzer had gotten the best of me.  It had made me lose my common sense, my decency, me decorum.  I had no permission, no business to help myself to shave his chest.  He never asked for it.  He could have done it himself.  I should have just told him about the patch and he could have done it all by himself.

I was in shock at what I had done. At least the last time I had a misadventure with buzzer I was alone and to this day I had buried the truth.  This time it was right in front of him.  As much as I was in shock, I had to look up at him to see his reaction.  I was about to ask for his forgiveness for the transgression.  I wanted to tell him I didn’t know what came over me.

Instead, I was greeted with a winning smile.  He looked calm.  He looked content.  He looked appreciative. 

“Thanks for catching that,” he said as he gently patted my one shoulder in gratitude.

Whew!  What a relief!  What a nightmare situation I walked myself into, and how sweet of Matt to be on board with it.  Yes, he didn’t mind the trespass.  Perhaps after 10 days of being my nurse, this was my one little payback to him for taking such good care of me, as my ‘next of kin’ nonetheless.  That’s why I got along with him so easily.  He was always the easiest most charming person to be around.  I was a lucky man to have him as my best friend and my roommate.  And these minor trespasses were our little secrets that bonded us.

I realized by then that Matt was on a 2-week cycle for his shaving.  Mostly on a Saturday or a Sunday.  He would clip his chest and belly all by himself, I would do his back, and he did his legs with a razor in the shower. The weekends were when we hung out more, going to gym and doing brunch or still catching up with more New York sights we had not seen or experienced. 

Two weeks later, on a random Sunday morning when he was in the bathroom, I heard him use the buzzer again.  Like a Pavlovian dog, I knew that by the time he was done with his chest and belly, it was my turn to do his back again. Yes, he turned off the buzzer and that was my cue to go in without needing to be asked each time.

Without so much of a ceremony, I took the buzzer from him and shaved his back as per my routine.  I brushed all the hair off and it was all good.  Just then, overlooking his chest in the mirror, I saw that same area next to his left nipple that was not shaven enough.  He had missed the same spot. Again.

My heart started to race.  I didn’t know what to do.  Do I point it out to him?  Do I give him the buzzer and let him do it? Do I ignore it after that last awkward moment?  I kept staring at that patch in the mirror trying to find the right solution.  Just then I looked up in the mirror and our eyes locked.  The cat was out of the hat.  That spot was missed and needed attention.  I had seen it, and he had seen me see it.  We both knew what needed to be done.  But who was going to do it?  What were the dynamics?  I was frozen in my place again.

He had a smirk on.  The devil!  He had missed it on purpose.  He had set up a trap for me.  He wanted me to see that same spot again.  He wanted my attention to go there.  This time he turned his own torso around and stood there in front of me. All he had to do was to nod yes, I knew what to do.  Drool started collecting in my mouth.  Like a dutiful subject, I helped myself to his swimmer’s chest.  His back had been my exclusive domain for a while, now I was about to explore his chest as a new territory. 

I shaved that area carefully, again using my other hand to rub off all the hair.  I made wide strokes on his chest with my rubbing hand, much beyond the confines of the hairy patch, to dust off any hair.  Something about touching his chest like that, in a moment of tension and vulnerability, turned me on.  I could see he was turned on as well.  He got goosebumps everywhere my hands touched his chest.  Alas, I finished shaving anything that was left to shaven.  There was nothing more.  The moment was over. 

Matt grabbed the buzzer from me.  He gave me a look full of tension and suspense.  I was reaching new levels of whatever it was with this guy.  My mind was all fucked.  Yet I wouldn’t change anything.  Being there, shaving Matt’s chest and giving him goosebumps was everything to me at that point. No work or family or dating could be a substitute for this. I had experienced a new level of tantra I could not describe.

That night, when we were in his bed in our boxers watching TV again, I kept stealing glances at that area of his chest I had shaved earlier.  I felt a special connection to it, seeing my handiwork on his chest.  He kept catching me stealing those glances, and he responded with a smile. I wanted to rub my hands on his chest and make sure the hair had not grown back again.  Did he need me to shave it again for him?  I knew it was only 12 hours ago, but I totally relived that moment over and over.  I knew that this was not a normal feeling for 2 straight roommates, but whatever was developing seemed to be mutual.

I was on pins and needles for the next 2 weeks.  I never said anything about it, but I had grown to look forward to shaving him.  A far cry from the first time I had done it so begrudgingly.  I kept looking at his body hair, waiting for it to grow so I could shave him again.  Every day I looked at his shirtless back and his torso, and every day just a little growth.  If only I could feed him something to make his hair grow faster. 

Eventually I heard the famous buzzer from the bathroom 2 weeks afterwards on a Saturday morning.  I knew I had to wait until he had turned it off for me to go in and do his back.  That was my signal.  Maybe I was in a zone, but I lost track of time of how long he was clipping his front before he summoned me with the turn off sound.  It could have been an hour or a single minute.  I lost track of time. 

I walked into the bathroom.  He was facing the sink, with his back toward the entry, as usual.  I grabbed the buzzer from his hand, and made a beeline for that tuft of hair in between his shoulder blades.  That area was mine.  I had become so familiar with every muscle and every skin freckle in that area.  I shaved it with one hand, and used my other hand to dust off the hair with nice forceful motions.  I had become so good at this, that I finished shaving him in no time.  The party was over.  The excitement was over.  I had to wait another 2 weeks.  I was going to be on pins and needles again for another 2 weeks.

Just then he turned around.  He was facing me, now with his ass leaning on the sink and his torso facing me.  My heart stopped a beat.  For a moment I couldn’t breathe.  He had left a large patch of unshaven area across both sides of his chest.  It was just as bushy as this morning.   He had clipped his belly, but that area of the chest was not touched.  He had left it behind.  For me.  That was for me. 

I looked up into his eyes, then back down on his chest.  A tingle was brewing in my belly. I felt a stir.  I looked up again at him.  He had his signature smirk on his face.  He gently nodded yes.  I knew what to do. 

I turned the buzzer back on.  This was the largest area of his body I had to work with yet.  Twice as big as my usual area on his back.  Much larger than the little leftover area on his chest last time. 

He leaned his shoulders back, giving me more access to his chiseled chest.  I started my two-handed technique.  With one hand I clipped the hairs, with the other one I brushed them off.  Everywhere my hands touched, it gave him immediate goosebumps.  It was as though my fingers were transferring electricity to his skin and he was reacting. 

I took my time. I didn’t want this to end.  I double and triple stroked each area just to make sure.  I was mesmerized with these new muscles on his chest. With each stroke my own heart rate kept going up.   With each touch my task was getting near completion. 

I finished the last area just when my heart was pounding out of my chest.  I turned off the buzzer and handed it back to him.  I locked gaze with him. 

I don’t know what he was thinking, but my own eyes were quietly communicating desire and passion.  Finally I couldn’t take the tension any more. 

I ran to my room abruptly and closed the door shut.  I took out my cock out and it came to life in like 3 seconds.  Just then I noticed that the front of my boxers was already heavily soaked with precum; I didn’t even know if Matt had seen that or not.  I stroked my stiff cock in a mad frenzy.  This was not the time to build up to a slow climax.  I needed an immediate release.  And sure enough in less than 30 seconds I shot a huge load into my cum rag.  I couldn’t believe how much cum came out of me. 

I was mentally and physically consumed.  I collapsed on my bed, trying to catch my breath.  Just then I heard Matt next door, in his room, moaning from jerking off.  He had always been the noisier one, and I could always hear him through the thin walls.  He let out a loud grunt, and it was done.  We both had climaxed separately.   I waited in my room until I heard his door open. 

I put on a clean pair of boxers and left my room. He was already in the living room with clean new boxers too.  Neither one of could bring ourselves to look the other one in the eyes.  The whole rest of the day we carried out with small talk about absolutely nothing. It’s amazing how straight guys can spend hours talking about sports and really nothing of significance. Not once did either one of us look up.  Not even during dinner. 

After dinner, it was time to watch TV.  After what happened earlier that day, I felt even closer to him crawling into his bed to do our nightly TV routine.  Somehow I didn’t feel like I needed to keep a comfortable distance.  Our feet had already been best friends for a few weeks.  If only there could be more ways of showing him how happy I was to be there.  And how happy I was that he was there.

I kept looking at him in between scenes, and every time he would look back at me with his signature smile.  I looked down and my hand resting on the mattress was about 5 inches away from his.  Could I?  Was I allowed?  Was that OK? 

I scootched my hand ever so slightly and slowly in the direction of his.  It did ruffle the sheets a bit, and he noticed the commotion.  He looked up at me, and then again toward our two hands. He wiggled his pinky finger a bit.  He lifted the finger a bit, then lowered it.  Neither one of us was watching the TV any more. 

He then used that little pinky finger to pull his whole hand a little bit in my direction.  Just a smidge.  Do I dare?  Is this even right?  Is this normal to want to touch him?  I already had a misadventure with his chest earlier.  Our toes were already touching.  Was that already too much?  Straight boys are not supposed to do things like this.

I reciprocated.  I inched closer.  He did the same.  My heart was pounding.  He was already my newest best friend.  A friendship so fast and so natural I had never experienced with anyone else.  Am I mistaking friendship with something more?

The inching closer continued until our pinkies touched.  Nothing more than a casual touch.  Just a little patch of skin on skin.  I had shaken his hands before.  I had given him bro’ hugs before.  I had even shaved his back a whole bunch of times.  Yet this tiny little gesture of friendship couldn’t possibly mean more.  But it did.  It meant we were relaxing ourselves.  We were allowing ourselves to go places we could have never imagined 9 months ago when had a random chat at a spring break bar. 

For the rest of the night our pinkies touched just like that.  I didn’t move my hand, and neither did he.  That little area of touch was giving me energies beyond what I imagined.  My heart was bursting with happiness. 

We repeated this finger dance a few more times over the next few nights.  Eventually, one night he lifted his pinky finger and hooked it around mine.  We locked pinkies.  Something kindergarten kids might do.  But now two grown adult straight males were taking enjoyment in this simple expression of kindness and affection.  I remembered the first time I went to his room to watch TV, when I insisted I was not getting into his bed and used a dining chair to torture myself.  Now I had my own spot in his bed, and we were locking pinkies.  Wow!

In 2 weekends from the last time, he was due for a shave.  I knew it was going to be that weekend.  I looked forward to that.  I just didn’t know when exactly it was going to happen.  I sprang out of bed Saturday morning in anticipation.  It could have happened on Saturday or Sunday, he was less consistent about the exact timing. 

That Saturday afternoon I heard the buzzer.  My heart sank.  Yay!  I knew my turn would come when he would summon me.  I just didn’t know if he was going to leave an area in the front for me or if that was just a one-time adventure. 

Sure enough, when I heard him turn off the buzzer, I walked into the bathroom.  I tried to be as casual and nonchalant as I possibly could, but inside my heart was racing.  I grabbed the buzzer from him and immediately stared at the mirror to check his chest.  It was full.  It was as full as I had seen it this morning.  He had not shaved any off his chest.  He had done his belly, but the chest was all mine.

“I figured you liked it so much last time…” he broke the silence as I still stared at my main course.  He didn’t mention that it was BOTH of us who ran to our rooms and jerked off last time right after we were done.

But first, I had to do the back.  My trusty patch of hair that got this whole craze started.  I gave it all the attention I could.  I was in no rush.  I knew the chest was waiting for me.  But I had to take care of the back hair first.

I didn’t even turn the buzzer off when I was done with the back.  I just grabbed both his shoulders and rotated him to me.  Just like a toy thing.  And he followed along my guidance.  I finally saw the chest with my own eyes, not the reflection in the mirror.  He had left all the hair across both pecs for me.  From armpit to armpit.

Be cool. Don’t rush.  Don’t look over-excited.  These are all the things I told myself to maintain my composure as I went to task.  I used my usual techniques of shaving all the way down with one hand, while wiping away the hair with the other hand.  Everywhere my fingers touched, his skin tensed and he had goosebumps.  It was like his skin was one of those touchpads that are built to respond to touch.  I swiped left and the goosebumps followed me.  I swiped right and the goosebumps followed me there.  I finished the left pec, and then headed to the right pec.  I cleaned his entire chest from any hair growth. 

Underneath, I could sense precum oozing out of me.  I didn’t have a boner, but the glands were going full force.  My boxers were getting wet.  There was nothing I could do about it.  It was nature.  I didn’t care if he saw that or not. 

Eventually I was done.  It was a much larger area than last time.  I didn’t know how long it took me.  But the whole time he just stood there and let me do what I needed to do.  He didn’t move, he didn’t budge, he didn’t talk or distract me.  It was pure silence, just the continuous noise of the buzzer that was occupying the bathroom. 

When I was done, I handed the buzzer back to him.  Just then, out of nowhere, I ran my hand ever so slowly and gently across his whole chest.  I wanted to admire the fruit of my labor now that the task was done. As if a sculptor would touch the chiseled stone to make sure it was done right.  In fact, it was done right.  It was done to perfection. 

Even though this time it took me longer to finish the whole chest, and my boxers were soaked, I had more restraint.  I didn’t need to run and jack off.  I was satisfied in ways more than any orgasm could satisfy me.  I heard him step into the shower afterwards.  I knew he was shaving his legs.  I gave him privacy for that. 

Later that afternoon we went to the gym.  He headed to the pool and I went to the weight room.  Half way through my routine, I went to the pool area, just because I wanted to see him swim.  There he was, doing laps after laps, not even seeing me checking him out.  I was so proud that by shaving his chest and his back, I could have contributed to him being a faster and more efficient swimmer.  I just sat there for a half hour and watched him until he finished. 

When he finally came up for air, he saw me.  I told him a fib that I had finished my routine just 5 minutes ago and came to check on him.  I didn’t want him to think I was stalking him. We showered in the gym and headed home.

That night our TV routine was just as ordinary.  We were on the last season of Sex and the City.  Truth be told, the whole premise was becoming pretty crazy, but we had made a commitment to finish it together.  Our toes were touching, our pinkies were locked and we shared a big bowl of freshly popped popcorn in between us.  I was as happy as I could possibly imagine myself to be.  Little did I know my entire world would come crashing on me the next day.

That Monday morning started as routine as any.  We showered, went to work our separate ways, expecting to come home that night to another evening of domestic routine.  Maybe hit a bar, maybe not.

I came home after a whole day of work.  Matt was already home.  He was sitting on the sofa.  The living room lights were off.  The only source of light in the whole apartment was from the bathroom. I turned the lights on.  Matt’s mood was dark and dismal.  I just hoped that nobody in his family had died.  Please, anything but that. 

He looked up at me with a sunken face.  Something bad had happened.  Please, let it not be a death!  We can fix anything else.  I went and sat next to him.  He didn’t speak at first.  But then he opened up. 

That morning when he showed up to work, the Feds were already all over the entire office.  Apparently a few of the senior partners were involved in major fraud that was discovered.  Something really big.  The kind that gets lawyers not only disbarred but leads to a lot of years in jail.  The Feds spent all morning confiscating every single computer and piece of paper they had.  All the major partners were arrested on the spot.  All the other lawyers were taken to the FBI for questioning.  The entire office was dissolved and dismissed on the spot.  Everyone was fired.  The paralegals and various secretaires were released after short questioning.  There would be no more paychecks, and no jobs to return to the next day, or forever.  The entire firm of more than 150 people collapsed within a few minutes.

Matt had returned home around noon.  He had sat in that same spot, just collecting his thoughts.  This was not what he had planned for when he moved to New York.  First his girlfriend had flaked out and never came back.  And now his work was gone too.  All his dreams were shattered.  Besides me he had no connection to this town any more. 

I didn’t know what to say.  At least Matt had a few hours to collect his thoughts, I was still in shock.  Can this really happen?  How crazy is that?  It’s the stuff of high drama movies.  The next bit he told me with even more despair and devastation in his voice.

“I think I will have to move back to Rhode Island with my parents,” he said, and this bit was even more horrible than anything he had told me so far.

“Nooooo!  Why?!?  We can find you another job.  Some place even better.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon. Yes, we have built a beautiful friendship here.  But I can’t take my chances.  I just don’t have enough time to study for my LSATs as long as I’m working full time.  The only period I really had enough time to study was those 10 days I took off to stay home and take care of you when you had your injury.  I nursed you and studied at the same time.  In order for me to get into that rhythm again, I would have to work part time to allow enough time to study.  And there is no part time job that will pay me enough to sustain myself here in New York.  In Rhode Island I can live rent free with my parents.  I might not even need that part time job.  I can just study full time and maybe then get a job after the LSATs. 

“But, I’m sure we can…”  I didn’t know what reassuring piece of advice I could give him that would sound on point and not selfish.

He put one hand on my knee.  I couldn’t believe that it was him who was reassuring me, even though it was his world that had just collapsed.

“Listen, I’m going to forever cherish these few months we had here together.  This has been the most meaningful friendship of my life.  I’m sure we will be friends forever.  I’ll come visit and you come visit me there.  Maybe I can get into a law school right here in New York and then we can pick up where we left.  But this work fiasco was a wake-up call for me.  My main focus right now is not work, but study.  I have to study to get into law school.  And the only way I can do it is to focus on that full time.”

He was making a very logical case for himself.  I felt like pleading, begging him not to leave.  But that would be all about me, not him.  I had an awesome job and a bright future already lined up; he was still working on his future. 

“It’s killing me to leave all this here.  This beautiful friendship.  And if my job was still there, I would probably never make that move.  I’ll pay the rest of the rent this month, and we’ll focus on finding somebody else to take up my room to help with rent.”

The thought of some other person in Matt’s room almost made me vomit.  There was nobody in the world who could ever take his place.  There would never be another friend of mine who would mean so much to me. 

“Again, I’m sorry for catching you off guard like this.  I’m never gonna forgive myself for leaving you here.  I just need some time to reset.  I need some time to focus.” 

At this suggestion, we went out to dinner.  There was an old-school Italian restaurant around the corner from us.  Usually for couples and dates.  But we decided we needed to have a farewell dinner.  One last good night before we part.  He was going to pack his stuff the next day and perhaps head to his parents before the weekend.

That morning it was just me in the shower getting ready.  Matt was staying home to start packing.  I had to hold back my tears of sorrow.  It was a grim foreshadowing of my loneliness.  Of me not having the most significant person in my life there with me.  Of being all by myself.  My one and only ‘person’ was leaving me. 

At work, I could not focus.  I kept reading that one first sentence of the report over and over again.  No matter how many times I read that one sentence, it did not sink in.  My mind was running a mile a minute.  By 11 o’clock I had worked myself up with so much anxiety that I had to rush to the bathroom and vomit.  Back at my desk, I was still stuck on that one first sentence all the way till the lunch break.  I had not accomplished anything the whole morning.  Except vomit, and drive myself insane with anxiety.

By the time lunch break arrived, I left the office like a mad man.  I didn’t even take my winter coat with me.  I needed to breath the outside air.  Otherwise my chest would explode.  I started walking aimlessly.  Eventually I realized I was walking in the direction of home, not even knowing it.  Usually it is a 30 minute walk, or a few stops on the subway.  I kept walking.  With no winter coat.  I picked up the pace.  Faster, dodging all kinds of slow walkers and tourists.  I had to make it home.  I had to go home.  I had to fix it.  I couldn’t let this happen.

Before I could realize it, I was running.  Running in the cold mid-February New York weather with no winter jacket.  I made it home like a mad man.  I burst into the doorway, all out of breath. I walked in and saw Matt in the living room with various boxes. 

“Don’t leave!” is all I could muster out being all out of breath. I keeled over a bit, needing to hold my upper body weight on my knees to keep myself from collapsing.  “Don’t leave!”  I shouted again with every fiber of my strength.  I didn’t need to shout.  He was right there and I had his full attention.

Matt got up from his spot on the sofa.  He walked up to me, tilted his head a little bit, and gave me a gentle pat of affection on the shoulder.  I could see a small tear welling up in each eye. 

“Don’t go.  We can make it work.”  I had no idea what I was saying, still out of breath.  I just needed to say it.  I had no plan.

“Oh Gunnar, you’re so sweet!” he said, his voice crackling a bit. “You know I have no other option.”

“Hear me out,” I said, realizing I had no plans.  I had no solution to offer.  What came out of my mouth next was entirely unrehearsed, unplanned, yet totally genius as those words left my mouth.

“Just stay.  Listen, I have a really nice job.  I can afford this apartment and then some with my own salary.  I don’t need to split the rent with anybody.  Even paying the entire rent on my own, I would still have a good amount of spending money and lots to save.”  I realized that was a bit rude to say this to someone who had just lost his job and was moving in with his parents.

“Listen, what I’m saying is that you don’t need to work.  You can just stay here in your room.  The room is all yours.  Don’t worry about rent.  I got you covered.  You just focus on your studies.  You were gonna go stay rent-free with your parents, so stay rent-free here with me.  There is nothing in the world that would make me happier.  Please stay.  Please don’t leave.”  What I really wanted to say is ‘please don’t leave ME’ but I left the last ME out. 

“You know I can’t accept that from you,” he finally offered after my crazy rant.  “That is a super generous offer, but I can’t be a burden on you.  I can’t hold you back.”

“No, please don’t.  Please don’t say no.  I won’t have it any other way.  I just can’t”.  The ‘can’t’ part was as honest as I could be.  I could not possibly think of Matt not being there every day in the apartment with me.

This banter went back and forth.  Matt would not accept my generosity, and I would not accept him leaving.  Finally he ran out of excuses.  Instead of saying yes, those tears that were welling in his eyes finally made their way down his cheeks, ever so much in silence.  He then rushed over and hugged me.  It was one of those strong, forceful bear hugs, courtesy of his swimmer body upper torse muscles.  I hugged him back.  I didn’t care how unorthodox our entire set up was.  It was just me and him there, and that’s all that mattered in the world. 

We might have stood there hugging for 10 minutes, or more.  Neither one wanted to let go.  But we had to come up for air.  Afterwards we sat back down on the sofa.  I gave him reassurance that he did not need to look for a job.  Just stay home and study. I had not planned this out, so I didn’t know what else would needed to go into the arrangement. 

I didn’t go back to work that day.  I called in sick.  They had seen me go vomit that morning, I’m sure they didn’t want me there if I were really sick.  I was not sick, just homesick. 

I helped Matt unpack the few things he had managed to pack already.  It gave me such peace and serenity to see his stuff go back on the shelves and the closets one by one.  That made all my anxiety settle down again.  He was staying. 

For dinner, I offered to take him out.  Just the two of us.  To celebrate.  I managed to get us a table at Laser Wolf in Brooklyn.  We had a lovely view of downtown Manhattan as we ate all that delicious food.  Later that night, I crawled into his bed again to turn on the TV.  As usual my foot landed on his.  I was waiting for his hand to come lock pinkies with me.  All was good in the world again.

Instead, his entire hand came deliberately and grabbed my hand.  We were holding hands in bed, not just the pinky fingers.  I was a bit overwhelmed at this new gesture.  I looked at our hands locked into each other.  I looked up at his face.  He had a huge, satisfied smile.  With his other hand he reached and patted our locked hands on the top.  It was a signal that this was meant to be.  Just hours ago I was in a complete state of panic.  But now I was in total bliss.

The next morning I was once again the only one in the shower getting ready.  Matt was staying home to study, as per my insistence.  I came home after work.  There were all kinds of aromas of freshly cooked foods.  That afternoon he had made us Cozido à Portuguesa, a traditional boiled stew with different meats, sausages, and vegetables. His family recipe.  We enjoyed that with a bottle of red wine. Later that night, I was the one grabbing his hand in bed watching TV. 

The next night he had made us Caldo Verde, another family recipe.  The next night he made us Arroz de Marisco. The parade of homemade Portuguese foods continued every night.  He figured since he was living with me rent free, at least he could make our meals for us.  That was so sweet.  Until I suddenly realized all this food he’s been buying probably cost more than rent.  I appreciated the generosity of his heart and all this labor, but this whole thing was going to make his bank account crash.

I knew that for the next bit, I had to put my stern face on.  I was going to cover his share of the rent, but he had more expenses than that.  And with no job, he could not afford to go on like this.  I needed to give him more of a chance not to worry about expenses. 

After another delicious dinner, this time homemade Bacalhau com Natas, I sat him down on the sofa.  I explained to him how appreciative I was of all these homemade meals.  But he needed to spend less time and certainly less of his own money on pampering me as a thank you for letting him stay.  I gave him one of my credit cards and sternly told him that from that moment on, he should put all household expenses on that, not his own card.  Despite all his protests, we also transferred his gym membership to my card, and transferred his phone account as an add-on line to mine.  Even will all these added expenses, I still had plenty of money left at the end of each month. 

Two weeks had passed, and I knew that either Saturday or Sunday Matt would be shaving again.  I knew it was going to be that weekend, I just didn’t know when.  And I knew he would summon me when he was ready for me. 

Saturday morning we went out to Pick-a-Bagel for our usual breakfast, had a stroll in Central Park, and then came back home again.  As per our routine, each of us stripped to our boxers and went around doing little busy things.  I was reading the newspaper, and he went to his room to study some more. 

Truth be told, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was reading.  I was just killing time until it was shaving time again.  It could have been that morning, that afternoon, or tomorrow.  Finally Matt came out of his room and went to the bathroom.  The door was left open as usual.  Did he go there to pee, or was he gonna shave?

Fuck.  I heard pee sounds hit the toilet bowl.  Not it.  He wasn’t there to shave.  It was just nature calling.  He didn’t leave the bathroom as fast though.  He was fiddling.  Just then I heard the buzzer.  My heart sank.  But it was just a 1 second jolt.  Did his fingers hit it by accident? No other sounds for like 30 seconds.  Then another 2 second quick on-off with the buzzer.  What was going on?  Was he going to do some of his routine before I would know it was my turn to walk in?  Should I walk in now?

Like they say, curiosity killed the cat.  I had to see what was going on.  These quick on-offs were hardly long enough for him to get anything done.  I got up and walked to the bathroom.  There he was, waiting for me.  His ass was leaning on the sink, with his front facing me.  Very theatrically, he was holding the hair buzzer in the middle of his right palm, just ready to be grabbed.  I looked at him.  He had his famous mischievous grin on. 

I checked the scene.  He had not shaved anything!  He had saved it all for me.  His back.  His chest, and even his belly.  All the hair was there.  I gulped my own saliva.  Holy fuck!  He wanted me to shave all of him.  His entire front and back, to touch him in places I’ve never been before.  And spend even more time running the buzzer with one hand and wiping down the hair with my other hand.  I was going to touch him all over. Precum was already coming out of my limp dick and I had not even started yet.

“Should we start with your usual spot?” he asked.  He handed me the buzzer and turned around.  This time he bent over a bit and used both hands to lean on the sink.  This made his back slightly more horizontal, and propped his ass out.  I don’t think I was ever aware of his ass before.  I had never paid it any mind.

I started my routine.  His back was very familiar territory to me.  I had grown to know each and every follicle very well.  I knew them so well, I could name them.  I finished the task of his back very expertly. 

I gently smacked him on the ass and said: “Turn around.”  Holy shit!  Where did that come from?  Since when was I smacking him on the ass?  Yet he did not bat an eye.  Like an obedient servant, he turned around.  He was all smiles.  He was enjoying this more than me.  He had a matching precum stain on his boxers.  No boner though. 

He stood up straight to let me have access to his entire torso.  I started on the left upper chest, all the way by his clavicle.  Just then I became aware of his breaths hitting my forehead every few seconds.  They were tense, partly labored breaths.  Did I hear a micro groan every few breaths? My two handed routine had been perfectly practiced oh so many times.  And just like magic, everywhere I touched with my bare hand, goosebumps followed.  I did his left chest, then I did the right one.  Luckily, we were not done.

Oh, no, we were not done.  No, sir.  I had a whole new area to explore.  His belly.  I had never shaven him there. I had never touched him there.  The belly was a whole different part of the body.  Compared to the back and the chest, it doesn’t have a bony case keeping it sturdy.  The belly is soft and meaty.  Even with his rock solid six packs, the belly is more tender to touch.

I looked up into his eyes.  While I was a bit tense with anticipation, he was flooded with smiles of content.  He was enjoying our routine.  He liked what I was doing this for him.  To him.

Here goes.  For the first time I touched his belly.  Oh his belly.  As I kept clipping the hair, I have to admit that I was running my bare hand way too much all over his flesh to make sure I didn’t miss any hair.  I kept double and triple clipping the same areas, just so I could keep touching him there.  I clipped left and right, from the top and slowly made my way lower and lower.  Eventually I was below his belly button.  His six pack vein was engorged with blood.  I had to shave over and around it, on each side.  I took extra long.  I was approaching the end of my new territory, and I didn’t want this moment to end.  I kept going ever so slowly until I was almost at top band of his boxers.  The fun was over.  His precum stain was undeniable.  So was mine.  I didn’t know you could release so much precum without getting a boner. 

I handed the buzzer back to him.  Session over.  I would have to wait another two weeks for the next chapter.  But for now, we were both so satisfied.  This was a little secret between us, two straight roommates engaging is something rather unconventional.  There was no sex.  There were no boners.  Nothing sexual.  But there was tons of precum.  A very good clean fun.

Later that afternoon Matt shaved his legs in the shower before we hit the gym.  I was able to finish my workout without going to stalk Matt in the pool. 

That Monday, Matt was already up and at it by the time I woke up to get ready for work.  He had made us homemade pancakes.  I felt bad that I had to eat it in a hurry as I had not budgeted sit-down breakfast in my morning routine.  The next day he made me fresh cut fruit with yogurt and granola.  The next day he had already ventured out and had picked up fresh croissants with butter and jam. I learned that I needed to wake up 15-20 minutes earlier so I could enjoy all this pampering.  If he was going through all this effort, at least I should allow time to enjoy it. I made sure he was using my credit card for all these food purchases. 

At night, holding hands in front of the TV had become the new norm.  Neither one of us was shy about it anymore.  We were watching old episodes of Seinfeld, since again it had all come out when we were babies. 

Like clockwork, two weeks after our last time, Matt went to the bathroom on Saturday morning.  I dropped the newspaper I was pretending to read and waited for my signal to go in.  The signal was that same quick 2 second on-off of the buzzer.  This time I went right in. No need for a second signal.

There he was, exactly like last time, every hair all over his body was exactly where it was.  It was all waiting for me to do my shaving.  We repeated the same exact routine.  Back, turn around, left chest, right chest, upper belly, lower belly.  I massaged his six-pack veins with the buzzer, and enjoyed seeing them pop back up every time after I squeezed them down with the buzzer.  I shaved further and further south.  I went down so much that a few times I hit his boxer shorts waistband with the buzzer.  I was trying to cover every little piece of flesh without hitting his boxers, but I kept hitting the fabric.  Eventually I was done.  Our matching precum stains were testament to our total enjoyment.  Of course, neither one of us would openly talk about this kink of ours.  It was our little secret.  So was the holding of our hands.  So were the lovely meals he prepared for me.  These were things we did, but never talked about.

Easter was late that year, last week of April.  Usually my parents liked to make a whole big deal of inviting all the cousins for Easter egg hunts, and my dad used to dress up like the Easter Bunny.  It was always a big family affair.  Well, all the cousins on both sides had grown up.  There were no little kids for all that silliness.  But my parents still liked inviting everyone for a big family reunion. 

I bought a plane ticket for Matt to go with me.  I wanted him to meet my family and spend some time with them.  Or maybe subliminally I didn’t want to be away from Matt for so many days. I had already told my parents about Matt not working any more, and me supporting him as he was studying for his LSATs.  They were very cool with that.

My parents greeted Matt very warmly.  It was not the first time I had brought a college buddy back home to visit.  We had a guest bedroom down the hall which was perfect for this.  I made sure Matt got acclimated to the room well. 

Easter lunch and the family gathering all went great.  After everyone left, it was my mom and me in the kitchen cleaning up.  Matt and my dad and my sister were in the den watching something on TV and chatting.  That was usually the case.  I was always mommy’s boy and helped her out with all the house chores.  My sister was always oblivious. 

“Well, your friend Matt is very nice,” my mom said when we were alone.

“Yeah, I got so lucky we found each other to room with.”

“He is very lovely.  Your dad and I really approve of him.”

‘Approve’?  I never remembered them using that word describing any of my other friends.  What does that even mean? 

“We also think it is very nice that you can support him while he’s studying.  We are so proud of you that you have turned into such a responsible young man who can support your special friend like this,” she added. 

Years later I would learn that the term ‘special friend’ is what parents use to refer to your lover or boyfriend before it is all out in the open.  I didn’t know that term back then.  This whole conversation was flying over my head on so many levels. 

“You know sweetie, we just want to let you know that we also would love to support the two of you in any way possible. Your dad and I have a very blessed life.  And we would love to share these blessing with you and your special friend.”

“Umm, thanks.”

“We don’t know Matt’s parents.  We sure would not want to come across as presumptuous.  Right now he’s living with you, and your salary is generous enough to float both of you.  But next year when he goes to law school, then there is tuition and all those expenses.  Maybe Matt’s parents have the resources to help him, maybe not.  But we know that your own salary is not going to be enough to cover law school tuition.  And that’s why your dad and I can offer to help in any way possible.  Any person that is so important to you, that you care about so much, we would gladly accept as our own son.” 

“Mom, I love you, but you’re being too much.”

“Sweetie, we love and adore the person who have grown into.  We will always be there for you.  And any person who is dear to you is dear to us.  No matter who or what.”

The truth of it was that I had not thought things out that far ahead.  I never gave it any mind about where Matt would go to law school.  Or who would pay for it.  I was so living in the exact moment.  But my mom, she was always the smart one.  She had observed the nature of the interaction between Matt and me and knew exactly what was going on.  Even though nothing had happened yet, she knew me better than I knew myself.  She saw the present and the future.  She was ready for situations that I had not gotten myself ready for.  I was so lucky to have her as my mom.

For the rest of the holiday weekend, my were parents extra super nice to Matt.  They made him feel like part of the family.  He got just as many hugs and kisses goodbye as I did when we were leaving.  My mother managed to get out another “we love you and we love whomever you love” before we left.  My mother knew me before I knew me.

Back home, we went back to our routine.  Matt made me breakfast and dinner every day.  He stayed home and studied all day as I was off to work.  Some nights we went out to meet friends.  Some nights we hit the gym. Many nights we watched TV in his room.  There was a permanent dent the shape of my butt on my side of his mattress.  I had even started leaving some personal items like my reading glasses on the night stand in his room next to my side of his bed. 

By this time, neither one of us was dating any more.  I didn’t feel like wasting time getting to know some chick who was auditioning for husbands.  I was getting all my social interactions from Matt and the people from work, and that is all I needed.  I was not yearning for anything more than I had. 

The Saturday morning two weeks from the last shave, I woke up with predicable butterflies in my stomach.  I was going to get to shave him again.  I didn’t know when, but I knew it was going to happen.  I had to pretend to act busy as he studied, and whenever I heard the buzzer, that would be my sign to spring into action. 

That morning he was in his room studying pretty intensely.  A few times I passed by his room pretending to go to the bathroom or the kitchen.  He would look up with a smile and then go back to study.  A couple of times he got up to use the bathroom.  Every time I heard him pee and flush, wash his hands, and then go back to his room to study some more. 

By around noon I was already frustrated.  It could happen later that day, or maybe the next day on Sunday.  Or maybe he was studying so hard he had forgotten he needed to shave.  I went to the bathroom.  I don’t know why I did that, but I just went to the bathroom.  It was as though something was pulling me in there.  And then I saw it.  The famous hair buzzer that had brought so much kinky joy to me.  And him. 

I grabbed the buzzer.  The last time I had grabbed it on my own was when Matt was away.  Back then I shaved off all my pubic hair and before I knew it I went and shot a huge load.  That thing was dangerous.  And yet, it was once again in my hand and I was wondering what would come of it.  I knew I had to wait to be summoned by Matt to come and use it.  But I had the tool of power in my hand.

I looked over my shoulder.  I gave the buzzer a quick 2 second on-off buzz.  Sure enough, I heard a commotion from the direction of Matt’s room.  Then footsteps.  The footsteps got louder.  And before I knew it, Matt had stationed himself in the bathroom with me.  He saw the buzzer in my hand and his eyes lit up.  Normally it was him who would be handing me the buzzer.  But I had grabbed it first that day.  I had the upper hand.  I was summoning him to be shaved.  He was submitting to my will.  That power play alone almost made me cream in my pants. 

He fully walked into the bathroom and spread his arms apart.  He gave me a knowing nod.  That was his consent.  That was my signal.  I turned him around.  I just had to start with his back.  That little tuft of hair is how it all got started.  It deserved first attention. 

I then turned him around by pivoting his shoulders.  He was like clay in my hands, ready for my command.  I shaved his left chest, then his right chest.  All the while using my two-handed routine, and getting those predictable goosebumps everywhere my free hand touched him to dust off the hairs. 

Just when I thought I was done with the chest, what was that?!?  What was that tuft of hair on either side?  The other times Matt’s arms were down and I didn’t see it.  But today his arms were up in the air the whole time.  And it was right there.  And I had missed that area this whole time.  I had missed his armpits all this time.

Without asking for permission, I lifted his right arm all the way to the ceiling.  That exposed his entire armpit to me.  Neither one of us had showered that morning yet.  The whiff of day-old armpit hit my nose, and I loved it.  It didn’t stink, but it had the aroma of musk that had been brewing for a whole day and all night.  I wanted to sink my face in his armpits and take it all in.  But with the buzzer still running in my hand, I had a task to complete.

Shaving the armpit is not as easy as the chest or belly.  It is a concave area.  I had to run extra passes left to right, top to bottom to get the very center of the pit.  And eventually it was all naked.  No more hair.  Just pure musk.  I repeated the same with his other armpit.  Same musk, same intoxicating aroma.

It was time for the belly.  I had done this a few times already, and had perfected my routine a bit.  I started from the upper six-packs, down to the belly button.  I had to make sure I got every stray hair trying to hide in his belly button.  I won that battle.

Then off to the lower abs.  I had fun with those bouncy veins on his six packs.  I kept going further and further south.  I kept hitting the waistband of his boxers over and over again.  I knew there was more hair under the waistband, in the direction of his pubic hair.  But his boxers made that whole area off limits to me.  I kept hitting the waistband with the buzzer, hoping the buzzer would shred the fabric away.  Alas, no such luck.  The boxers remained intact, albeit with a few nicks to the fabric.  There was more hair below, but my area was done.  I would have to call it quits at that point.  As much as I did enjoy this whole shaving session, my battles with the boxers ruined the end for me. 

Later in the day I spotted Matt shaving his legs with a razor in the shower, as he always had done.  We spent the afternoon in the gym.  I joined him in the pool, even though I was no match for his speed and his technique.  I just wanted to see his freshly shaven body in action up close.  The only hair on his body was his head hair that was tucked in his swimming cap, his eyebrows, and whatever was inside his Speedos.  Nothing else.  The rest was as smooth as a baby’s ass, and I had a huge part to play in it. 

That Wednesday night I did not get a good night’s sleep for whatever reason.  I think my allergies were bothering me.  Thursday night we were watching TV in his bed when I must have fallen asleep.  Around 11 o’clock I was awakened when he turned off the TV.

“Oh, shit, sorry.  I fell asleep.  My allergies made me sleepy, and then the allergy meds side effect was even more sleepiness,” I tried to explain my behavior.

“It’s all good.  I actually enjoyed seeing you sleep.  You had such a serene face.  You looked so well rested.” 

“Sorry dude.  Time to go back to my bed.”

“Actually, you don’t necessarily have to go back to your own bed. You can stay here if you want,” he offered, nervously looking in the direction of our feet rather than looking at me in the eyes. 

My heart skipped a beat.  Can I?  Would that be OK?  I knew we had been taking some liberties that straight roommates normally don’t take.  But sleeping the night in his bed?  Can I do that?  Is that any worse than shaving him all over his body?  Is that any worse than holding hands all night while in his bed?

Why not?  Fuck this world and the social norms that it imposes on us.  If at that moment that is what made him happy, then that is what was going to make me happy too. 

“That would be lovely,” I finally answered.

He lifted his eyes and finally made eye contact.  He squeezed my one hand tight, the same hand he normally holds most nights in bed. 

We did manage to go to the bathroom to pee and brush our teeth.  It was weird following him back to his bedroom again as opposed to going to mine.  I had butterflies in my stomach.  I was nervous yet happy at the same time.  I went to my side of his bed.  For the first time ever, after all these months of sitting on his bed for hours, I was going to get into his bed.  We lifted the two ends of the blanket at the same time.  Like twins, we mirrored each other’s actions as each one of us slid under the covers.  Our heads hit our respective pillows at the same time.  I was on my side facing him, and he was on his side facing me.  He extended his hand and grabbed mine.  This time we locked hands in a tight fist with each other. 

No words were spoken, but volumes were exchanged in silence.  Admiration, respect, companionship, friendship, trust, yearning, and hope.  Perhaps I should have listed love and lust, but we were not there yet.  Not yet. 

His face was absolutely glowing.  We had been the other one’s exclusive ‘person’ for months already.  But this little gesture of sharing a bed, something I never thought I would do with a guy, opened new levels of bonding between us.  We were both in such a state of euphoria just for being there.  Just by sharing a bed we felt that the gates of heaven had opened.

Around 3 AM I sensed him getting out of bed.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, gotta pee,” he answered. 

“Me too.”

Without thinking much of it, I followed him to the bathroom in the middle of the night.  We had peed in front of each other oh so many times in the past.  When we got into bathroom, he scootched over to one side of the toilet bowl, making room for me to stand on the other side of the bowl to pee at the same time.  The middle of the night was no time for pleasantries or waiting your turn.

We both whipped our cocks out at the same time to go pee.  And wowza!  His huge 8 inch boner just popped out and stood there in full attention.  It was massive, and it looked as hard as a rock.  It was pointing straight ahead.  I had seen his relaxed dick like a million times at home or in the gym.  But this massive boner totally took me by surprise.  So much so that it made me self-conscious of my otherwise limp dick and then I couldn’t pee any more.

We both stood there, ready to pee, but nothing was happening.  He had a solid boner and had to wait for it to go down before he could pee.  And I had developed stage fright from his presence.  No peeing.  Just the two of us standing there with our dicks out.  Silence. 

“Sorry, morning wood,” he finally said, trying to lighten up the air. 

“All good,” I said perhaps a bit nervously.

We stood there in silence some more.  His boner was not going away, and neither was my stage fright.  I couldn’t help but looking at his dick directly, with no shame, just admiring it. 

“What, you never saw someone else’s erection before?” he asked. 

“Ummm, maybe in porn, but not in real life.”

“You never did circle jerk with your buddies back in high school?”

“No, not really. That kind of stuff never happened with my circle of friends.  Not even in the frat,” I replied. 

“Huh, then you missed out.”

“I guess so,” I said, trying to be agreeable, even though I didn’t think that was anything to miss out on.

“Maybe we’ll do one together one time,” he said with a rhetorical voice.  He gave me a light tap on my shoulder with his fist, and managed to squeeze out a wink at the same time. 

By then his boner was relaxed enough for him to be able to pee.  As soon as I saw piss come out of his hole my own pelvis also relaxed and I was able to pee next to him into the bowl.  No homo.  Just pee. 

You sleep in another guy’s bed, you’re bound to run into his boner. And that was that episode.

The next night, I didn’t need to be asked about staying over.  After dinner I went to my room and took out my phone charger, my reading books, and few other personal items and moved all that into Matt’s room.  His side of the bed and the adjacent night stand were all mine.

Saturday two weeks from the last one rolled up.  This time I woke up next to him.  I looked at his shirtless torso and confirmed that he had kept his end of the bargain to grow the hair.  I was going to keep my end of the bargain to shave it all off for him.  We went to Pick-a-Bagel and had our usual.  We came back home and stripped to our boxers as usual.  He went to his room to study again, I moseyed around the kitchen pretending to clean something that didn’t need cleaning. 

By 10:30 I had enough of the wait.  I went to the bathroom and grabbed the buzzer.  I did that 2-second on-off buzz that had become our calling cards.  This time I heard Matt spring from his bedroom and run in as fast as he could.  It was time.  It was time for me to have my fill of shaving him and touching his torso all over.

I was in a trance as I started my routine: back, left chest, right chest, right armpit, left armpit, upper abs, and then lower abs. Just when I was about to start another fight with his boxers waistband, he did something unexpected.  He grabbed each side for his boxers and lowered the whole thing by a few inches.  The waistband was not sitting all the way on his hips.  The upper part of the band sat below his entire pubic hair.  It sat so low that last half of an inch of his dick was visible as it inserted into his body, as well as the tops and sides of his ballsac. 

Holy fucking cow!  Is that what I was doing?  Was I just granted access to continue shaving him all the down his belly and including his pubic hair?  I looked at his exposed area, then looked up in his eyes.  He had a mischievous grin on.  He knew what he was doing.  Damn, I think he might have even planned it. 

This, I had to sit for.  I couldn’t work on that area standing.  I closed the toilet bowl lid and sat down.  I was eye level and just a few inches away from his pubic hair.  Holy cow!  Was I really going to shave him down there?

I looked at him one more in the eyes.  He nodded yes.  Down below, his dick looked like it was getting engorged with blood.  Not a full boner, but enough excitement to make it grow a bit and start poking up a bit.  My dick was getting engorged as well.  Damn!  I could smell his crotch in close proximity.  Not the scent of his armpit from before, but a different kind of musk.  The smell of a man. 

I mustered all the courage I could and turned the buzzer back on.  We were going to do this.  I was going to shave his pubes.  It was happening.  That was a far cry from the little patch of hair on his back that quite frankly I detested shaving the very first time.  Now, I was going to shave the hair on top of his dick.  And that dick was acknowledging this very moment by starting to ooze precum. 

My own cock was also feeling a stir.  It started swelling the minute I sat down.  The tip of my cock found its way through the opening of my boxers.  As they say, the cat was out of the hat.  It had peaked its head out and there was no going back.  At that very moment, I didn’t care if Matt saw my excitement.  We were both guilty.

Here goes.  With the one hand I touched the buzzer to the top area of his pubic hair.  Admittedly a much denser area of hair than anything I had shaved off of him in the past.  I did one pass, then used my other hand to brush off the hairs.  Just then, the back of my hand brushed against the shaft of his cock still in his boxers.  I tried to act natural.  He didn’t flinch either.  All good. 

I shaved the row next to it.  One more pass of my hand, one more accidental touch. I kept shaving it all off, one area at a time, one patch at a time, one accidental brushing against his cock at a time. I had the whole area clean. 

Then I noticed that even though all his pubic hair was gone, there was still more hair where his balls merged into his crotch.  I tried to manage whatever exposure I had to get as much of it as I could.  My access was limited by his now-erect dick still trapped in his boxers, and the fabric of his boxers giving him some level of modesty.

I was done.  We were done.  I had explored his body in areas that should be off limits for straight roommates.  I had accidentally brushed off his dick several times.  I stood up. My erect dick was still poking out of my boxers.  His erect dick was being pulled down by the waistband of his boxers.  My manhood was on full display.  He had seen me naked so many times.  But perhaps this was the first time he would see my erection.  Yet, he didn’t look below. He was fixated on my eyes rather than my cock.  He was communicating to my soul through my eyes. 

I knew that my erections would only go away with a jerk off.  I handed him the buzzer and left the bathroom.  I went straight to my room, with my dick hanging out and begging for attention.  I started working on my cock.  It was already in full exposure.  I grabbed it and starting yanking on it.  I was so horny.  All this tantric touch had driven me insane. 

I kept stroking my dick through the peephole of my boxers.  I knew I would cum very soon.  Just then I heard moans from next door.  I looked behind me and my door was still partially open.  Matt was in his room and was stroking his meat as well, probably with his door open as well since the sound was travelling so well.  He was always the louder one, and I had heard him so many times jerking off in the past. 

The two of us kept stroking in private, yet together.  I knew what he was doing.  Perhaps he knew what I was doing in my room.  I didn’t care.  He was the reason I was so horny.  He was the reason I needed to release myself. His moans got louder.  My stroking became more fierce.  Eventually I heard loud grunts, indicating he was climaxing.  I shot my load all over my cum rag at the same time. 

Afterwards, I couldn’t bring myself to leave my room right away.  I stayed in my room most of the rest of the morning.  Finally around 1 o’clock I left my room.  Matt was back on his bed, studying.

“Lunch?” I asked.

“Sure,” he answered. 

We got dressed and went to one of our usual weekend brunch places.  Neither one of us even remotely talked about what had happened.  We were just two straight dudes out for brunch, with our athletic physiques and straight boy looks.  Nobody talked about me mowing his pubic hair. 

Later that afternoon Matt did his routine of shaving his legs in the shower and then we were off to the gym. Just two guys keeping each other company most of the weekend.  That Sunday I decided I should be the one making dinner for Matt.  He had spoiled me for months with home cooked meals as I worked.  It was his turn to feel special. 

My specialty was eggplant parmigiana.  I made that with my homemade sauce and a side of pasta.  Once the meal was ready, I lit a couple of candles and dimmed the lights.  I had white wine ready for us. 

I went into Matt’s room.  He was so deep in studying that he had lost track of time. 

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” I asked, with a most satisfied smile.

“Of course,” he replied, reciprocating with his signature smile. 

I extended my hand to him, palm up.  He grabbed my hand.  We walked to the dinner table hand in hand.  I helped him into his chair, and I unfolded his napkin on his lap.  We were both shirtless in our boxers. 

There was something extra special about that dinner.  I was giddy.  I was so happy to be there.  Matt seemed equally enchanted by the experience.  I had known him for a year by then.  But that night, there was something special about it.  We just sat across the table and let our souls connect.  All the trepidations and inhibitions were gone.  My entire essence was devoted to being there with Matt.

Later that night, while in bed watching some random show again, Matt gently rested his head on my shoulder rather than his pillow.  Just a small lean over, to rest his head on my flesh.  If I were a cat, I would purr at that moment.  I looked over and saw his gorgeous head leaning on me.  I gave our locked hands an extra shake in acknowledgement. 

Every day and every night, I kept checking the hairs on his chest and back.  Every time, I made sure he grows that hair so that two weeks on the dot I could shave him again.  And he kept his end of the bargain.  Every day there was a little more black fuzz on his body. 

Like every other Saturday morning, I woke up with exaggerated enthusiasm.  I knew it was the day.  I knew I would get to shave him again.  And I knew he would just submit to me, giving control of his body to me.  All because of that buzzer that was the tool of power between us.

It was summer time again.  We put on tank tops and shorts and hit Pick-a-Bagel as we always did on the weekends for breakfast.  The minute we came back home, I stopped him in the hallway and ran my hand over the exposed part of his chest.  He turned to me and grinned.  It was time for his grooming.  We each stripped back to our boxers and met at our rendezvous spot in the bathroom. 

I had my routine packed down to a science by then.  Back, turn him around, left chest, right chest, right armpit with that aroma, left armpit with equal aroma, upper abs, and lower abs.  Last time, he had lowered his boxers partially so I could get to his pubic hair.  This time I did not wait for him.

I closed the lid and sat on the toilet.  Before he could reach for his boxers, I took the initiative.  I hooked each of my index fingers inside each side of his boxers.  I looked him in the eyes.  His smile was my consent.  I started lowering his boxers ever so slowly, left to right and down.  Slowly but surely I could see his two-week old pubic hair again.  I lowered the boxers ever so slightly more.  By now it was at the same spot as it was last time, exposing the very base of his cock and the very top of his ballsac.  I looked him in the eyes again, begging for his approval.  I was waiting for a sign.  He nodded yes.  I continued to slowly lower his boxers some more.  By now his dick was starting to grow.  A good half of his dick was exposed, but the tip was still inside his boxers.  The more I went down, the more his dick got stiff.  The more I lowered his boxers, the more the arch of his erection tried to grab on the fabric for cover.  In a very slow dance, I lowered the boxers until only the tip was still in.  One more motion downward, and his fully erect dick sprang out of the elastic and popped straight up.  A stream of precum was dripping from his peehole. 

His whole crotch was in full view.  He was naked.  I was never this close to his entire crotch.  I could smell him.  As neither one of us had showered that morning yet, day-old aromas of a man’s crotch hit my nose.  An intoxicating mixture of sweat, musk, and testosterone.  It was the very definition of sex and sexy. 

There was no point for the boxers just sitting most of the way down his thighs.  I slid the boxers down all the way to the floor, and he knew that was his signal to get out of them.  He was fully naked and had had his erect cock inches away from my face. 

My own dick was fully erect too.  Except this time it did not find its escape hatch through the peehole of the fabric.  It was trying to dig its way out so hard, it was starting to hurt.  There was no way I could just sit there with my boner digging into my thighs and still concentrate on Matt’s pubic hair. 

I stood up. I looked Matt in the eyes and I took off my boxers.  There we were, two naked straight boys with erections, before I was about to devour his pubic hair.  I tossed my boxers to the side and sat back down.  It was time for me to claim my taboo prize.  I was time for me to handle Matt’s crotch.  This time his entire business was on full display.  And his rock hard erection was dangling down the middle as pin flag marking the spot. 

Again, that aroma of his musk hit my nose. Even before I started, I sensed something wet hit the inside of my thighs.  I looked down and it was Matt’s precum dripping down and hitting my flesh.  There was no going back from this point. His cock’s secretions had officially hit my flesh.  We had crossed that threshold. 

It was time for the buzzer.  I turned on the magical power tool and stared at my work area.  Yes, I had a nice view of his entire crotch, but that giant boner of his was in my way.  Just then, for the first time, I looked at his cock close enough and long enough to see he was uncut.  I looked down at my own erect cock, and I had only ever known my own cut dick. My dick was pale flesh and straight out.  His was veiny and pointing up.  It never occurred to me examine someone else’s cock that carefully and look for differences.

I held the buzzer in one hand and started with the upper left corner of his pubes.  I needed to brush off the hair with my two handed technique, but his cock kept getting in the way.  I gave the buzzer another stroke, and again his stiff dick kept dangling straight into my face.  A third stroke, that dick kept flopping around. 

Finally I got enough courage to do so something about it.  I grabbed it.  I grabbed his cock.  Not in a tight fist kind of way.  But the way you grab any delicate item.  The way your barber would grab your ear to shave behind it.  I grabbed his dick with the edges of my finger.  I touched him there.  I touched his erect dick.  I wasn’t going to stroke it, I just needed to keep it to the side as I kept shaving him.  And that I did.  I held his dick to the right as I finished shaving the left side.  When I was done with the one side, I then pulled his dick to the left as I shaved his right side.  It was a lot easier to manage this area while holding his dick out of the way.  Throughout all this, more precum oozed out of his dick right onto my fingers and my hand.  By the end I was drenched with him precum. 

I was finally done with his pubic area.  But I was not done with him.  Now that I had finished his crotch, now that I had touched his cock, there was no holding me back.  There was more hair to be shaven.  All that hair on his balls had to go. I was going to shave his balls too. 

All shame be gone.  As if I was grabbing something casual like his elbow, I grabbed his nutsac.  By then I had released his cock and it had naturally bounced up in the air away from the balls.  Yes, I had his whole nutsac in my one hand.  With my other hand I approached his balls with the buzzer.  I knew I needed to be extra gingerly with ballsac skin.  I started with the front, on the left side.  I gently shaved each and every hair from top down.  With each stroke, his balls relaxed more and more in my hand.  I then shaved his right ballsac.  Again, ever so gingerly being careful not to nick him there. The front was done.  I then flipped his balls up by tugging on the bottom.  I carefully shaved the backside for him as well.  No, he didn’t need his balls shaven for swimming.  But I needed to shave his balls for me.  Any hair on his body was a direct target for me.  I needed to take off all the body hair, wherever it was, off of him.

I was done.  My mission was accomplished.  As horny as I felt, I didn’t need to rush to jerk off.  I had already gotten so much satisfaction from the shaving, from the first time I had touched his cock and balls.  I was transformed. 

I stood up.  I stared him straight in the eyes.  I didn’t say anything, nor did he.  Just a silent deep stare from the inside of my soul into his.  That morning we crossed so many barriers.  We had embarked on a journey, and there was no going back. 

Finally he made a move.  Unlike his shaven chest and belly and crotch, my naked body had plenty of hair.  My hair was blonde all over so it did not look like a messy bush, but altogether I was much hairier than him.  He raised his right hand and ran his fingers in between all the hairs on my chest.  He circled left and right, with each circle making his way a little more south.  Finally he was circling his hand all over my abs.  I felt like a jolt of electricity as he did that.  I then felt what all the goosebumps he would typically get from me touching him would feel like. 

He kept working his hand further south.  By the end, his fingers reached my pubic hair.  He ran his fingers in between all that area as well.  Nobody had touched me there for the longest time.  His touch felt so good. 

And then he did it.  He lowered his fingers some more and his hand landed on my dick.  It was fair, as just moments ago I had touched his erect cock.  He didn’t grab my cock.  Instead, he kept circling his fingers left and right all the way down my shaft till he reached the tip.  That’s when a burst of my precum oozed out of my dick and landed on his fingers.  He felt the gooey liquid and looked down to confirm it.  He let go of my cock and brought his wet fingers up.  Without missing a beat, he put his fingers into his mouth and licked my precum clean.  He had tasted my body secretions.  My mind was blown. 

I didn’t think I was ready for anything more.  At least not there and then.  I grabbed his one hand that was just in his mouth and gave it a good squeeze.  I then left the bathroom fully naked and with a raging boner.  I didn’t need to jerk off, but I needed a time out. 

I went to my room and lay flat on my back on top of the covers.  I had been sleeping in Matt’s bed for the past few weeks; my own room looked brand new to me.  I just laid there naked.  With a boner that would not go down. 

Around 5 minutes later Matt came to my doorway.  He was still naked, and his boner was still in full force.  He helped himself into the room.  He came and laid down right next to.  There we were, two naked straight boys with matching boners in one room.  What were we doing?  How did we get here? 

He didn’t say anything, and neither did I.  I inched my hand over and grabbed his hand that was next to me.  We had grown used to holding hands.  But never when we were both naked, and had our erect cocks on full display.  Never after our hands had just touched the other one’s cock.  Never when we had each other’s precum all over our hands. 

We just laid there, staring at the ceiling.  Each one of us was in deep thoughts.  My mind was blown on what had just happened.  I had touched his erect dick and shaved his balls.  He swallowed my precum.  But then again, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.  Matt had become my ‘person’ so fast, and I was his ‘person’.  Our entire lives revolved around each other.  Our souls were connected in ways I never imagined.  I had no doubt he was my soulmate.  I didn’t need to ask him, but I was pretty confident the feeling was mutual. After all, he had just crawled into my bed all naked. 

After a half hour of this pose, with both of us flat on our backs and neither cock making any progress letting go of the erections, he tilted his head to look at me.  Without being invited, he lifted his head, turned his body 90 degrees toward me, and landed his head on the side of my chest closest to him.  He helped himself to use my chest as his pillow.  With his other hand he reached over and started caressing my nipple on the other side.  He again ran his fingers in between all my chest hair.  Except this time he did not move his hand further south.  He was content just caressing my chest. 

While this was doing nothing to help me calm down my raging boner, there as something very comforting about his tender embrace.  It was more loving, less sexual.  We both needed a moment of tenderness after that tense sexualized shaving session.  And that’s when it finally hit me.  I was in love with Matt.  All this time it never hit me.  But how can I be in love with a man? 

Was I gay? Bi?  Was Matt gay?  I had never been in love before.  I had nothing to compare this to.  But I was pretty sure this was love.  This sure felt like love.  But I always imagined I would fall in love with a woman, not a man.  How could this be?  What things did I not know about myself?

A million thoughts were going through my mind.  Matt and I stayed silent, each with his own thoughts after what had just happened.  With each breath, my chest rose and buried itself in Matt’s head.  His other hand kept caressing my nipple, a very gentle play with his fingers, very soothing. 

We both must have fallen asleep like this.  Me on my back and him on my chest.  It was the siren of a fire truck outside that woke us up half past noon.  He lifted his head and looked at me.  Both of us looked as though we had been in a coma.  We were exhausted with those thoughts running through our minds. 

It’s not every day that you wake up with a naked man in your bed. But this was that day.  We were both naked, on top of the covers.  The boners had faded away, but the nudity was still there.  Where does one go from here? 

I’m glad Matt tried to bring some sense of normalcy into the situation.  “Lunch?” he asked.  Eating was the furthest thing on my mind.  But that was a good excuse to politely diffuse the situation. 

We got dressed and went to the diner around the corner from us.  It was a good place for brunch food when you didn’t need to get fancy.  Halfway through the meal I reached under the table and grabbed his hand.  I had held his hand in private back home, but never in public.  But even now I wasn’t ready for any statement. I did it under the table.  All I knew was that I needed to touch him.  I needed to hold his hand. 

Back home, my routine was to allow him to have some time to study, then he would shave his legs in the shower, and then we would go to the gym.  I kept myself busy with some reports I needed to read. 

I heard Matt get into the shower to shave his legs.  A minute into the shower running, and I needed to be part of it.  I went into the bathroom.  He was naked in the shower and the water was running.  His one leg was lathered with shaving cream.  He had just started at the ankle with the razor, and he was going to work his way up the leg.  I had seen him do this in the past. 

I needed to be part of this.  I took off my boxers, slid the shower door open, and walked in.  Without being invited, without any preface.  He was in a slight state of disbelief.  He didn’t know what to make of the situation.  We had never been in the shower at the same time.  It was usually one of us taking a shower at a time.  Straight boys don’t shower together.

I stood there and stared into his eyes.  He returned the stare.  No words were spoken, again.  All this time, the water was running behind him.  Still looking him directly into the eyes, I stretched my hand, palm up, to a random point halfway between our bodies.  He understood the assignment.  Still looking at me directly into my eyes, he lifted his hand that was holding the razor and put the razor in my palm.  He handed over that control to me as well.

It was my turn now.  I was going to shave his legs, the last frontier of his body I had not touched yet.  I knelt down to start at the ankles.  I touched the razor to his skin and made a smooth motion up his calf.  As soon as I touched him, I felt my cock waking up again. I didn’t care.  Let him see my erect dick again.  I looked up, and his previously limp dick was also 3 times larger.  His boner was also coming back, with that famous arch upward that I had seen that morning. From where I was down at his ankles, it was towering over me.

I made another smooth pass from his ankle to his knee. Then another just a little bit over.  Then another, until his whole front was done.  He turned his leg to one side so I could do the backside on the one side, then the other way around so I could the other side.  His calf was done.  Onto the thigh.

I leaned up a little bit.  His dick was even more eye level at that point.  I used the razor to start on the outside of his thigh.  I started from the knee and went all the way up to his hip.  Then another pass just a couple of inches over.  Then another pass.  There was a lot more area to cover on his thighs.  Eventually I was done with the front, the side, and the back.  I had to maneuver the inside.  I had to get in between his thighs.

I pushed his knee out a bit.  He got the message.  He picked up his whole leg and rested his foot on the ledge.  The gave me a perfect view of the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch.  I didn’t waste any time.  I continued my smooth shaving moves from his knee all the way up.  With every stroke, the backside of my hand hit his balls.  His dick was not in the way this time, but his balls were.  I finally needed to take things into my hand, literally.  With my one hand I cupped his balls and held them sideways for safety, and with my other hand I continued to shave.  I shaved till the whole leg was clean.  I had already shaved his pubic hair and his balls earlier in the day.  I was done with the one leg.

I needed to do the other leg.  I looked for the shaving cream.  I reached out and grabbed the bottle.  I squirted a good portion on my hand.  I then made a good lather using both hands, and used my hands to rub the lather all over his other leg, ankle to hip, front and back, inside and outside.  I was no longer shy about hitting his balls.  His dick was fully erect and out of the way. 

I bent all the way down again.  I started with his ankle.  Smooth shaving moves from ankle to knee.  Front, side, back, inside.  Then I got up a bit again.  It was time for the thigh.  I shaved the front, the side, and then the back.  Like a well-trained puppy, he lifted his leg up again to give me the inside of his thigh.  Like an expert, I cupped his balls to pull them sideways, the erect dick was still well out of the way.  I shaved the inside all the way up to his taint. I did this until there was no more hair left anywhere on either leg.  I was done.  He was done.

I stood up.  I had never done something this erotic to anyone in my life.  My groin was about to burst with heat and energy.  As I stood up, I stood less than 5 inches away from him.  I lifted my hand that was holding the razor.  He understood my intentions.  He lifted his empty hand and gently grabbed the razor back from me.  I transferred this power tool back to him now that my job was finished.  I had stripped him of all his leg hair. 

My face was only a few inches away from his.  Just then I realized that as we stood there naked in the shower with our boners, our erect dicks were the only parts of our bodies that were now touching one another.  My cock was in a sword fight with his.  Our two dicks were the only body parts touching.  What had I got myself into?  Straight roommates are not supposed to be naked in the shower together with their boners touching. Straight boys don’t do things like this.

I stared him directly in the eyes, not knowing what was going to be my next move.  Still staring directly back at me, neither one of us looking down at our cocks touching, he gently thrust his hip forward.  That made his cock glide even more against mine.  He then slid his hip back.  A moment of silence.  We were both frozen from the rubbing of our cocks together.  Where was this going?

After a few moments of staying frozen like this, with the water still running behind him, it was me who thrust my hip forward a bit.  Another rubbing of the cocks.  Another few moments of silence.  It was his turn again.  He did a thrust, and slid back.  I returned a gentle thrust.  With each thrust, our dicks dueled each other down below.  About 10 cycles into this back and forth, I was about to cum from just this friction alone.  But I couldn’t possibly orgasm in front of him.  All this sexual tension, yet I still could not bring myself to cum right in front of him.  I just couldn’t.  Straight boys don’t do that with each other. 

I suddenly slid the shower door open and ran to my room dripping wet.  I didn’t even bother closing the door behind me.  I stood in the middle of my room and started jerking myself off frantically.  Behind me I could hear that the shower water was off and Matt was releasing loud moans from the bathroom.  He was jerking off too.  He was super aroused too.  It didn’t take me long to shoot my load at that point.  It was the quickest release ever.  My ejaculation was matched by Matt’s loud grunts of climax still in the bathroom.  I was a lot less quiet this time jerking off.  He might have heard me as well.  It was OK.  I didn’t need to be discreet like that anymore.  I couldn’t do it in front of him, but I didn’t mind if he knew it was happening. 

I stayed in my room for a while.  Matt eventually came out of the shower, all dried up.  It is amazing how we went about our usual routine of going to the gym later and do take-out Mexican food without ever talking about what had just happened.  We were both experts at avoiding talking about all the sexual tension in between us, even though we both knew what was going on.

Later that night, Matt placed his head on my chest as we watched TV in his room.  With his upper arm he reached over and hugged my chest.  He wasn’t playing with my nipple like earlier that morning when we were both naked and erect in my bed.  This was more from a place of love.  Comfort.  Warmth.  Safety.  I, in turn, used my one arm he was leaning on to caress his back and I rested my hand on his shoulder.  I don’t think either of us even knew what was playing on TV, as we were intoxicated from this loving embrace.  I could feel both of our hearts pounding with such intensity within our chests. 

This loving embrace quickly replaced our routine of holding hands while in bed as we watched TV.  It is amazing how comforting it was for both of us.  Even if he had to get up and go pee, I couldn’t wait for him to come back and re-insert himself in my loving embrace for the rest of the evening.

Our sleeping routine changed too.  We used to respect each other’s personal spaces when I started sleeping the nights in his bed.  We would occasionally hold hands as we fell asleep.  But I was ready for more.  Two nights into our new embracing norm, and I needed even more flesh on flesh.  One night I inched over in his direction.  I went closer and closer to his side of the bed.  He was already facing in the direction opposite me. I wrapped both my arms around his chest and pulled him to me.  I made him my little spoon.  Once he understood what I was doing, he then voluntarily slid backwards until his entire back was pressed on the front of my body laying sideways.  I wrapped my legs around his, now smoothly shaven from a couple of days ago.  I held him as tight as I could.  I had never hugged anyone in my life with such intent.  I wanted to press his flesh into mine with all the force I had. 

My cock came back to life.  Within my boxers, it started swelling.  I was not surprised.  But this was not the time to do anything about it.  I just let it sit there, inside the fabric, and I pressed that stiff cock against Matt’s ass.  I didn’t care if he felt my erection there.  We fell asleep like this that night.  And the following night.  And the night after that.  I wish I could fall asleep like this for the rest of my life. 

Thursday night of the following week, as Matt laid there with his head on the usual spot on my chest, embracing me with his arm, he started playing with my chest hair with his hand.  He ran his hand all through the bushy hair of my chest.  Like I told you, I probably had more body hair than him to begin with, but the blonde color of the hair against my naturally tanned Viking skin did not make me look like a hairy beast.  My hairy chest was the exact opposite of his frequently shaved chest. 

He then found my nipple again.  He started playing with my nipple using his fingers.  He circled my nipple clockwise, then counterclockwise.  He gave it soft little pinches, then kept circling again. 

This was waking up my inner desires as well.  My one hand under him that would naturally rest on his shoulder started making autonomous moves as well.  I lowered that hand to touch his back.  I ran my hand in between his shoulder blades.  That tuft of hair had grown some since 12 days ago when I shaved him last.  I ran my hand south until I was caressing his lower back.

He kept playing with my chest hair and my nipple.  The gentle nipple pinches were becoming a bit more forceful, a bit more intentional. Down below, my cock was waking up.  It was swelling up with blood.  It made a tent in the fabric of my boxers, and then when it was too big, it tried to dig its way out from the top of the waistband.  The tip found its way out. 

Matt’s pelvis had sprung into action as well.  He was gently thrusting his hip against my thigh that was facing him.  I could feel his stiff cock being sandwiched between his pelvis and the side of my thight.  He was dry humping my thigh. 

My hand on his back kept crawling further south.  Finally I encountered the backside of his boxers.  With no invitation, I slid my hand under the waistband.  I found his ass.  But of course, his ass.  I cupped one cheek, then the other cheek.  I did this as he was still pushing his entire pelvis into my thigh with a rhythmic fucking motion. 

Was this really happening?  Was my hand deep inside a guy’s underwear?  Was I really cupping a guy’s ass?  Yes, I was. And we were both loving it.  We were both into it as though it was the most natural thing.  There was nowhere else I would rather be.  There was no one else I would rather have there with me than Matt.

My hand inside his boxers eventually found the crack.  Oh, yes, that little forbidden area.  That area in between the asscheeks nobody ever sees even if they had seen you naked.  Well, I wasn’t seeing it, but I was feeling it.  I slipped my fingers in between his asscheeks.  At first I was hesitant.  Was I allowed to touch him there? I had already touched his dick and balls.  But was I allowed to touch him all the way there? 

I didn’t wait for an invitation.  I did touch him there.  I found his asshole.  A soft patch of skin with a central pucker.  His sphincter quickly tensed up as soon as I touched him there.  But then he relaxed.  He let me touch him there some more.  He was playing with my nipple up above, and I was playing with his asshole down below.  I won. 

Just then I realized that his head was no longer just resting on my chest.  No sir.  He was alternately kissing and licking my other nipple right under his face.  And then it occurred to me.  This was our first kiss.  I had given him bro hugs in the past.  We had even grown to embrace in bed watching TV.  And we spooned at night as of last week.  But a kiss?  A real passionate kiss? That was our first, even though it was not lip to lip.  Not yet.

I kept playing with his asshole as he kept playing with my one nipple and kissing the other one.  All this was gonna make me climax even without touching myself.  The tip of my erect dick was already out of my boxers and it could spurt at any moment. 

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.  Even after all this, I couldn’t let him see me cum. Or even have him see me jerk off.  All this was just sexual tension and foreplay.  It was us being naughty.  It was us testing how far we could take it without straight boys admitting to having a sexual encounter with each other.  Cumming, now that was not foreplay.  That was not tension.  That was not just teasing.  Cumming meant we had sex.  I wasn’t ready for that yet.  I had to cum in private.  I had stopped caring about him knowing I was cumming, I just couldn’t do it in front of him. 

Without any warning I threw him off of me.  I ran to my room.  I tossed away my boxers as quickly as I could.  I lay flat on my bed, the bed that had not been used for the past few weeks as I was in Matt’s bed exclusively, and I started jerking myself off.  I didn’t care to keep my moaning quiet.  Matt was also moaning in his room.  I was good to climax in like 30 seconds.  Loud cumming grunts came out of Matt’s room at the same time I shot my load all over my chest.  Phew, what a release.  I was so lightheaded.

After a few minutes of silence, I cleaned myself off.  I just laid there in silence.  Matt was silent in his room as well.  Do I go back?  Do I stay in my room the rest of the night?  What is the right thing to do?  The other few times we each finished ourselves off privately it was middle of the day and then we got dressed and went about our routines.  But the new routine at this time of the night was to get into bed with him and make him my little spoon. Could I bring myself to do that the way I ran out of there earlier?  Should I just sleep in my own bed and then the next morning pretend nothing unusual had happened?  We were so good at this pretend business when we were not busy arousing each other. 

Just then I heard Matt break the silence: “You can come back now.”

I stayed in my bed for a few more minutes. The right thing would be to stay in my bed for the night.  But the thought of going to sleep without him as my little spoon was not appealing at all.  I couldn’t fall asleep without him. 

I got up and slowly walked out of my room into his.  He was on his side of his bed, on top of the covers, where I had left him.  His boxers were still around his knees.  There was a towel on the floor which I assumed was his cum rag.  He didn’t care to cover himself up after he had cum.  There was nothing to hide. 

I realized that in the frenzy of what just happened, I forgot to put my boxers back on before I went back to his room.  I had walked into his room completely naked, unintentionally, for the first time.  He saw me walk in like that and after a few moments he decided to follow suit.  He took off his boxers and was naked as well.  Both of our dicks were fresh out of cum and they did not immediately get stiff.  It was just a casual late night with two straight roommates, fresh from cumming, prancing naked around each other. 

It was time to go sleep.  We each crawled under the covers still naked.  That was a first.  Without missing a beat, he turned away from me and pushed his back into my front as my little spoon.  This time my naked cock was pressed against his naked ass.  No more fabric of both of our boxers separting us.  It was skin on skin.  Cock on ass. 

We were too emotionally and physically exhausted for any more escapades that night.  I buried my head into his shoulder blades, inches away from that little tuft of hair that had started this whole experience, and fell asleep. 

The next morning, sure enough, neither one of us mentioned anything about what had just happened.  We were experts like that at avoiding talking about it.  He had got up extra early to make his world famous pancakes for me.  As usual, I was going to work and he was going to stay home and study.  He was probably going make a nice homemade dinner for us when I would come home.  I couldn’t believe how we had slipped into a stereotypical working husband and stay at home wife at age 23.  Roles you would never envision for two straight young roommates. 

Sure enough, there were amazing aromas of freshly cooked dinner when I got home.  I was greeted as usual by the door with a bro hug.  Matt was already in his boxers.  I quickly stripped to mine and joined him by the dining table.  I was the luckiest man alive.

Dinner conversation was extra lively that night.  There was more magic in the air than usual.  Love was in the air, even though neither one of us saw it exactly like that at that point in time.  Maybe it was the bottle of wine we finished together.  After we were done eating, he reached out and grabbed my hand.  We had held hands in the past while watching TV, but never at the dinner table.  We just stayed there for the longest time, holding hands and talking about everything and nothing at all.  We were just so happy to be there.

We cleaned up the plates and returned them to the kitchen.  It was time to retire to Matt’s bed.  It was a bit later than our routine times.  I wasn’t sure if we were gonna watch something or just go to bed.  I got into the bed first, still on top of the overs, leaning my back on the headboard.  He got in next.  I extended my arm that was in his direction, fully expecting him to come put his head on my chest.  That had become out new routine.

Instead, he got into bed and also sat with his back to the headboard.  He didn’t say anything.  He just stared at me.  We had perfected this game of saying nothing, just doing.  He kept the stare going for a couple of minutes.  Was everything OK?  Did I say something?  Did I do something?

Still staring at me, he looped his hands under his boxers and took them off.  He tossed the boxers on the floor next to him.  He was butt naked in his bed next to me.  He kept the stare going.  Still, no word.  I understood his intentions. I took off my boxers and also tossed them on the floor as well.  Now we were both naked.  Two naked straight boys in the same bed.  So far, nothing sexual.  Just very matter of factly.  His grin of satisfaction is what told me everything was OK.

Eventually, he leaned over to put his head on my chest.  I wrapped my arm around him and rested my hand on his upper shoulder.  The embrace was in full force. 

Except, he was not there to embrace.  He went to town right away.  Immediately he started biting on the nipple under his face, and pinching the other nipple with his free hand.  Damn, he had an agenda.  He was there for action.  The boy was horny!

I didn’t need any convincing.  And neither did my cock.  It sprang to action in like 5 seconds.  I had never seen my dick go from limp to fully erect so fast.  It was so engorged with flood and it stood straight up, hanging out in the middle of the air.  And with each heartbeat, it jolted around and swung in mid-air.

I could feel his boner pressed against my thigh too.  This time there was no fabric of his boxers as a safety net.  It was flesh on flesh, his erection on my thigh.  And he was thrusting.  He was humping my leg below as he kept nibbling on my nipple.

My hand also went to town.  It made a beeline from his shoulder to his ass.  Last night I slowly worked my way down, this time I went straight to his crack.  I spread his cheeks and found his hole.  I massaged his hole with my middle finger. All the while he was getting more animated and forceful devouring my chest and my chest hair. 

I don’t know what got into me.  We were getting to places we should not be at.  It was no longer just teasing or tension.  It was full-on foreplay.  The area on my thigh where he was grinding his cock was all wet with his precum.  My own precum kept flying everywhere with each heartbeat as my pelvis was gyrating.  I wasn’t touching myself, but I was getting close.  I was going to burst again.

The first thing that got into my mind is that I needed to run back into my room.  I couldn’t finish right there in front of him.  I needed to give it just a couple of strokes and then release all that cum out.  But as usual, I couldn’t let him see me doing it.  I had to do it privately.  Doing it in front of him was an admission I wasn’t ready to make to myself. 

I went to grab him by the shoulders to toss him off of me and run to my room.  He read my mind.  He had fallen for this act before so many times, me abandoning him to go take care of business in private.  Just then he pushed back.  He dropped his entire weight on me so I couldn’t get up.

He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes.  Our heads were maybe 2 inches away from each other.  I could feel his heavy breathing mix in with mine.

“Don’t go.  Do it here.  Let me see you do it,” He whispered while panting. 

With that he actually lifted his body off of mine and leaned back on his pillow.  The choice was mine.  I could run away and finish myself off in private.  Or I could stay and do it in front of him.  It was a big choice to make.  And I needed to make it right there and then.

I stayed.  Yes, I stayed.  I was going to finish myself off in front of him.  Or maybe something else was going to happen.  But we were going to there.  We were going to do something blatantly sexual in front of each other.  No more teasing.  No more foreplay.  No more dry humping.  I was going to ejaculate and he was going to see me do so. 

I was excited and timid all at the same time.  I grabbed my cock.  I had never grabbed my cock in front of another guy.  I gave it a gentle stroke up, and then down.  I had never stroked myself in front of another guy.  He just sat there on his side of the bed and looked at me.  He alternated his looks between my eyes, my chest, and my cock being held in my fist. 

I was very nervous performing in front of him.  But that’s where we were.  That nervousness made me not cum right away.  Alone in my room I was going to shoot in like 10 seconds. But being timid performing in front of Matt made me last much longer. 

I picked up the pace of jerking off.  He in turn jerked himself off too, albeit a lot more relaxed.  It was definitely clear that I was on display, and he was watching me.  I watched him jerk himself off.  He had more of a twist and turn motion to his routine, mine was more up and down.  I lost sight of his face and body.  I became fixated with his cock getting all that attention.  My cock was getting attention too. 

I was jerking off pretty steady now.  I was getting less timid.  Yes, Matt and I were jerking off like 2 horny teenagers.  This is that circle jerk he once told me about.  There was nobody there to catch us doing something wrong.  It was our own little secret. 

With his free hand he reached over and started squeezing my nipple.  Yes, I needed that extra layer of stimulation.  Damn, that felt good.  I never knew I was a nipple man.  But I was enjoying this tremendously.  That one barrier between Matt and I was done too.  He was helping me jerk off and feel stimulated. 

After a couple of minutes he bent over and started kissing my nipple again.  Same spot he was kissing before this current escapade started.  Two kisses later, I was ready to shoot.  I let out a loud grunt and shouted out that I was about to cum.  I sure did not want to squirt it on Matt who had his head buried on my chest.  He turned his head around to see the action, but did not remove his head for safety. 

I shot it.  I shot my load.  I tilted my cock just slightly so all that hot sperm would land on my other chest and neck away from Matt.  He didn’t flinch.  Come to think of it, maybe he wanted me to squirt it all on him.  I didn’t know what he wanted. 

Damn, that was a huge load.  Matt stayed like that until the last drop of cum left my shaft and landed on my belly.  Once I was done, it was his turn to finish.  He sat up next to me.  He spread his legs on either side of me.  From where I was sitting, I had a clear view of his cock, balls, taint, and even a glimpse of his asshole. 

And then he did something unexpected.  With his right hand he reached over my chest and scooped all my hot fresh cum off of my chest and my belly.  He cleaned it all off.  I wasn’t sure where he was going with that.  And then I found out.

He used his hand full of my cum to wrap around his cock.  He started jerking himself off with that hand.  My cum became his lubricant for his jerk off.  He started stroking himself stronger and stronger.  He was going to town.  All that fresh cum turned into a foamy lather around his cock.  When he was about to shoot, he leaned back flat on his back.  His dick then shot load after load of hot cum out of his peephole.  Some of it got mixed with my own cum that had turned into a lather by then.  He shot his load straight up in the air with no direct aim.  His cum landed all over the place: his belly, his thighs, the bed cover.  It was like fireworks. It was epic.  That was the first time I had ever seen another guy cum.  I had never given it much thought in the past how majestic it would be to witness that.   

We were both spent.  We laid there for a while.  We needed more oxygen. We needed a moment.  Eventually the panting stopped.  We could breathe normally again. He finally looked at me and I looked at him.  Where do we go from here?

“You’re a mess!” I finally blurted out.  He was covered with mixture of his and my cum.  Luckily, that broke the ice.  We both burst into a huge laughter.  Nothing like a good laugh after a good orgasm.  

I got up first and helped him get out of that mess of cumshots all around him.  His right hand was all sticky from my lathered up cum and his own fresh cum.  Both of our chests were sticky as well.  

“Join me in the shower?” He asked, very coyly and suggestively.  I nodded yes.  

We got into the shower together.  Once again I was naked in the shower with a guy.  We rinsed all the sticky goo off of us, one person at a time.  Once we were all clean, we just stood there looking at each other, the water still running on our heads.  Our heads were just inches away from each other. Oh, how I wanted to lean over and kiss him.  But I wasn’t ready.  I wanted his lips, but I was not ready.  

We dried off and went back to his room.  At this point, really, there was no point putting the boxers back on.  After what had happened, what was I covering?  We cleaned off all the cum stains from the bed covers.  We crawled under the covers.  There was smell of fresh cum still filling the room. 

He crawled with his back to me and inserted himself into my lap as my little spoon.  I wrapped both of my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could.  I leaned my head into his back.  I kissed his back ever so gently.  That was the first time I had kissed him anywhere on his body.  Back in the shower it was too intimate to kiss his lips.  But his back, that felt safe for now.  My lips brushed against the tuft of hair on his back.  I knew that tomorrow I would be shaving him.  All of him.  Everywhere.  All of it.  Just to make sure, I ran my hands across his chest and belly.  I made sure he had grown all that hair that I was going to shave tomorrow.  I couldn’t wait.

The mental exhaustion of what had happened made us fall asleep real fast.  We woke up the next morning a bit later than usual.  Today was going to be the day.  I was going to shave him.  Right away I felt a stir in my pelvis, but I knew I couldn’t attack him.  I knew we had to go get our fresh morning bagel before I would devour him. 

I was on pins and needles the whole time at the bagel store.  I tired to eat my bagel as fast as I could.  I needed to get back.  Eventually he finished his bagel too.  It was time to go back home. My heart was pounding.  I tried to act normal the whole walk home.  That was the longest 2-block walk ever.  As soon as we walked inside the apartment, I couldn’t take it any more.

Normally I would give him some time to study as I kept busy and then either he would summon me, or lately I had summoned him with the quick on-off signal of the buzzer.  I couldn’t possibly wait any more.  It was going to happen, and it was happening now. 

Still in the entry hallway, I turned and pinned him to the wall.  He was a bit surprised, but his grin told me he was game.  I didn’t wait for him to take off his clothes, I was going to do it for him.  I reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it off of him from the top.  I knelt down, and with one motion I took off his gym shorts and his boxers all in one swift move.  I made him lift off his legs to get out of those clothes.  His flip flops came off with the clothes.  He was totally naked in less than 5 seconds.  Just naked.  Just for me.  His swimmer’s body build in all its glory was mine.  And naked. 

He tried to attack me next.  He had more finesse and gentleness about him.  I cooperated and I let him get me naked too.  By the time I was fully naked, we both had matching boners. 

I held his hand and dragged him to the bathroom.  It was 2 weeks since I had shaved him last time; it was time!  I couldn’t wait a second more.  I made him lean on the sink, with his back to me.  I took care of that little tuft in between his shoulder blades.  That was just the appetizer. 

I turned him around.  He had handed over complete control of his body to me.  And I was going to get my fill.  As soon as he turned around his stiff cock bounced on my boner.  This was not going to be the last time this would happen.

I continued my routine.  Left and right chests, left and right armpit (and the smell of his musk), upper belly, and then lower belly. The pubic area was next.  I knew his erection would get in the way.  So I grabbed his dick again.  Last time I had grabbed it with the tips of my fingers, more gingerly than sexual.  This time I fisted his cock.  I held his cock tight in my fist.  Right then a squirt of precum left the peephole and landed on my arm.  I was loving this.  His unshowered crotch was releasing pheromones I could get drunk on. 

Turning his cock to the left, I shaved his right side.  Then turning it to the right, I shaved the left side.  I made the moment last as long as I could.  I was not in a rush.  I knew that it took him 2 weeks to grow enough hair to be worth shaving.  I could easily take 2 weeks to shave it all off.

Then it was time for the balls.  I let go of his cock and it sprang upwards.  As it flew up, another drop of precum got released and landed across my chest.  I was getting sprayed by him.  I held an open palm behind his balls and used it as leverage to shave his balls.  The left side, then the right side.  I then lifted his balls up and did the backside as far as I could go.  All that area was clean.  But I was not done.

I put down the hair buzzer.  It was time for the legs.  I held his hand and dragged him into the shower.  I turned on the water to the right temperature.  I lathered his left leg first.  I massaged every inch of his leg with the shaving cream, touching every single inch of him over and over again.  I picked the razor and went to town.  With expert swipes, I shaved every single inch of his calf.  He then lifted his leg up and I shaved every single inch of his thigh.  I held his balls in my hand again to pull it sideways as I shaved the inner aspect of his thighs.  Only then I made a realization.  More on that later. 

I repeated the lather and shave routine on his right leg.  I was in no rush.  I took my time. I was going to enjoy this as much as I could.  Again, I cupped his balls away to I could shave the inside of his thigh.  I re-confirmed my earlier realization. 

We were done.  I had attacked him like a savage and had shaved every single inch of his body.  Or had I?

I toweled him off.  He then reciprocated and toweled me off.  But no, we were not done.  I had one more area to take care of.  He didn’t know it yet, but I had one more thing to do.

I grabbed the buzzer again.  He was confused.  I grabbed his hand in mine.  I dragged him out of the bathroom.  He was still confused, but offered no resistance.  He really was the clay in my hands.  This whole time, our boners never every went down or even showed signs of weakening. 

I brought him into my room.  I needed to do one more thing.

“Get on the bed on all fours,” I told him.  Something about being bossy like that was very arousing. 

I don’t think he really understood what I meant.  Or what I needed to do. He stood there, next to my bed, still not sure what I wanted him to do.

“Get on top of the bed.  I want you to get on your hands and knees, with your ass toward me,” I clarified for him. Still not sure, he followed my instructions.  He got in, and got into the position I had described for him. This gave me a perfect view of his crack and his asshole.  I had not shaven this area before.  And now, I was going to.  That was the last area of his body that I needed to shave. 

I turned the buzzer on.  I got in between his legs, in between his spread apart asscheeks.  I think he finally understood my intentions.  Just then he lowered his head to the pillow so that his head could support his body weight.  With his hands now free, he grabbed each asscheek to give me perfect exposure to my work area.  He spread his ass as wide as he could, giving me full access to this last area of his body.  Just the thought of shaving his asshole almost made me cum.  It’s one thing to grab a guy’s cock, but the asshole is so much more of an intimate area. 

And here it was.  Matt’s asshole in wide open view, with just a little hair there.  I had felt it the past couple of nights as I had fingered him.  Then I saw it in the shower earlier when I was shaving his thighs.  That was the one last place I needed to shave.

And then it hit me.  I was about to thoroughly and extensively touch a guy’s ass.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think even a couple of months ago that this would be something I would yearn to do.  Really?  An asshole?  On a guy???

Yes, on a guy!  Not just any guy.  But Matt.  The one and only person I had fallen in love with. I was in love with his personality and his body.  I wanted to hug him, and I wanted to shave him.  I’m pretty sure I wanted to do even more things with him, but I had to go baby steps there. 

Here we go.  I was about to dig in.  I dug my face in so I could see it better up close.  So I could inspect what I had to do.  There wasn’t too much hair there, but I was going to do my best.  Neither one of had showered that morning yet, except for that shave and rinse in the shower earlier.  Matt’s crack smelled like sweat and musk.  Nothing foul, but it smelled like a man. 

I grabbed the buzzer and turned it on.  As soon as I touched it to Matt’s left ass cheek, he got the willies.  It was a tender spot, not used to getting touched by others.  I massaged his cheek for him to alleviate some of the nervousness.  I went at it again.  This time he was more composed.  I shaved a little bit at a time, one pass at a time in radial formation.  Each pass started from the flesh of his ass cheek and ended in his hole.  With my other hand, I dusted all the hair off to make sure it was all good.  I couldn’t believe myself how comfortable I was digging my face in there and shaving him.  I couldn’t believe how comfortable and trusting Matt was with me up his ass like that. 

The left side was done.  On to the right side.  I repeated the same swipes in a radial formation, each swipe ending in his hole.  I kept brushing the area off, making sure no hair was left behind.  I kept touching there, because I could.  Because he was letting me.  Because I wanted to. 

When I was done, I lingered around his hole a bit more.  I was fascinated by seeing it this close.  I put one finger in my mouth to wet it.  I then applied the wet finger to his hole.  I massaged the area with my wet finger.  I didn’t go in, just on the outside.  Even though I was done, I liked to linger there a bit.  There as one tiny area left: his taint.

I told him to flip and lay on his back.  He did so with such obedience and exuberance.  He didn’t know why I told him to do so, he just knew he wanted to follow my instructions.  I told him to flip up his legs, knees to his chest, and hold the underside of his knees with his hands.  This gave me a full view of his taint. 

Yes, there was just a little more hair on his taint.  I had to get it all.  I couldn’t let a single hair be left on him.  I turned on the buzzer.  I worked my way from his hole to his balls.  Left side, then right side, then down the center.  Every stroke was followed by a brushing with my other hand, to make sure I got it all.  I think I was done.  I had totally shaven it all off.

I looked up, and there was a pool of his precum that had dripped from his stiff cock onto his belly.  I positioned myself in front of him, in between his elevated legs.  My cock was just inches away from his butthole.  This excited me so much.  Just then a drop of my precum came out of my dick, and ever so slowly dangled its way down and landed on his exposed asshole.  Right in the center. 

I took my right hand and massaged that precum all over his hole.  I loved that my secretions were conquering him.  I rubbed that precum all around, as Matt just held his legs up there for me.  I had never played with someone’s asshole out in the open before, let alone it being a guy.  That feeling was foreign to me. 

An asshole was way different than a pussy.  A pussy is all mushy and soft.  This asshole was tight.  It was muscular and firm.  It had a definition to it.  A pussy, you can put a finger or a dick in it no problem.  This asshole, you needed to negotiate your way in.  It was going to wrap around you nice and good.  It was going to show you love, it was going to hug you back.

I massaged my finger round and round his hole.  Am I really doing this?  Am I really playing with my straight roommate’s asshole?  Yes I was.  And judging by the matching boners and buckets of precum, we were both into it.

Can I go in?  Can I put my finger in?  Maybe.  Damn, that ass was tight.  And my precum from before was drying up.  I needed something to help my finger in.  The only thing I had on me was spit.  There was no other lubricant I could readily think of. 

I spit on his hole.  I think that took both of us by a shock. This is way before either one of us knew spitting on assholes was a thing.  To this day, years later, I’m not a spitter.  But at that one moment of time it came naturally to me.  I spat on his asshole.  A nice big load of spit to be used as lubricant.  Hole in one!  It landed smack in the center. 

I then used the spit as a lubricant to negotiate with Matt’s asshole.  Those tight sphincter muscles had never encountered a finger from the outside.  Or at least that’s what I presumed.  No sir, that was one tight virgin straight boy asshole.  I pushed my finger in a bit.  Damn, so tight.  I wiggled around a bit, bringing my finger in and out a bit to get more of that well of spit.  Nope, the boy was tight.  I didn’t know what I was doing.  I didn’t even know why I was doing it.  All I knew is that I needed to get my finger in there. 

I did a few more in and out motions, each time bringing more spit in.  A few more round and round motions to negotiate those tights muscles.  A few more side-to-sides to make room.  Eventually I was past the tight part, and I could feel the tip of my finger past the sphincter.  I didn’t know about anatomy much, but I figured I was past the muscle part.  I was in.

Where do I go from here?  I have never done anything like this before.  And Matt was just laying there, legs up in the air, letting me do whatever experiment with him I thought of.  He was such a nice boy.  He let me enjoy his body as my exclusive toy.  No resistance, no questions. 

Eventually his sphincter loosened a bit.  My finger could go in and out more freely.  I don’t think this counted as fucking; it was just a finger.  But I was penetrating him.  I was inside him.  My one finger was buried deep inside his flesh.  A first for both of us.

I took my finger out.  I just needed to take a moment to look at this sight.  The sight of Matt all shaven and clean, erect dick with never-ending supply of precum, and his most intimate parts of his butt and asshole exposed to me.  He was all mine.  All of him.  I could do whatever I wanted with him.  And he was 100% consenting to it all.  He was my man.

I crawled up with my whole body and placed myself in between his elevated legs.  I don’t know how he had not gotten tired of holding his legs up all this time.  I stared at him in the eyes.  We had grown to be really good at these wordless stares, avoiding all conversation, letting our faces and our bodies do all the talking. 

Just then he relaxed his legs and lowered them.  He wrapped his legs around my body, engulfing all of me. We kept staring at each other.  Our stiff dicks were inches apart, I was towering over him, both of us full of lust and libido.  Straight roommates don’t find themselves in these kinds of situations.

I looked down at our crotches, then back up into his eyes.  We had passed the point of no return.  Shit was gonna happen. It was going to be brand new to me.  I didn’t know anything about what to do or how it’s done.  All I knew is that something was going to happen. 

I kept looking at him in the eyes.  This was the man I loved.  The one and only time I had fallen in love.  With this man who is naked and is right under me.  Yes, a man.  I was in love with a man.  A man with chest hair, dick, balls and all.  A full masculine version of the species.  The version I had no experience with and didn’t even know I could be attracted to, let alone fall in love with.  But here I was.  In an alternate universe.  And I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Finally I mustered the strength to say something.  “Are we doing this?” I asked.

He burst out like he could not hold back anymore.  “You fucking asshole, of course we’re doing this.  You’ve been teasing me for months, and I’m about to burst here.  Of course, we are totally doing this.  Now come here and kiss me before I can’t take the teasing anymore.”

And with no invitation he reached out with his arms, grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled me all the way down to him.  Before I knew if, my lips landed on his. 

Well, I guess we are going to do this.  Matt was so full of exuberance in his reaction.  I was so lucky he was totally on board with this new escapade we were about to partake in.

Our lips met up above, as my chest landed on his chest and my crotch sandwiched his crotch.  Perfect lock and key.  With no delay, a hot kissing frenzy ensued.  Truth be told, I had not kissed anyone for the past 6 months.  I had stopped going on those random dates with those stupid girls.  All my attention had been devoted to Matt.  And now, after all this time, we were locking lips.  We were kissing.  Kissing madly.  I got to taste his tongue, his spit. I got to feel his breath on my face and my lips.  I got to rub my nose against his.  I got to wrap my arms behind his head and pull him even harder to me.  I got to grind my stiff dick against his.  I got to mix all my precum with his, as all that juice rubbed against both our bellies.  I reached below and I got to cup his asscheeks.  I got to tilt my head and nibble on his ears.  I got to nibble on his neck.  He got to nibble back at my ears.  He ran his hands all over my back.  He pressed my asscheeks, further pushing in my crotch against his.  He wrapped his legs behind mine, embracing me with all four arms and legs.  I ran my hands on his bare chest and belly, all hairless from that morning’s shave. 

Finally, as I was kissing his shoulder, I reached out and grabbed his cock.  Oh, that cock.  I had held it a couple of times before.  But this time it was with intent.  It was with desire.  It was with lust.  I started jerking him off.  I yanked on his cock up and down, all the while our faces were buried against each other.  I didn’t even know I could get such pleasure from pleasuring him.  His cock felt so stiff yet so soft with all the hair gone from when I shaved him. 

All eight of our arms and legs were flying in all directions.  Grab this, roll around that, kiss this.  And then I blurted it out.  I don’t know where it came from, but it just left my body so naturally and so easily.  I had never said that to anyone in my 23 years of life.  And I didn’t plan to say it that day.  But I did.

“I love you, Matt,” I said in between kiss this and feel that.  Did I just tell a man I loved him?  A man?  Only a few minutes into the first time we were making out?  Not even a first official date?  We technically hadn’t even had sex yet.  But I knew him already so well.  I loved him so much.  Of course I loved him.  And of course I was able to tell him that without holding back.  What else could be more natural than this?

Matt froze in his tracks.  Oh, shit, did I fuck up?  Was that too soon?  Did he not think that this was love?  Was it just play to him?  Was it just sexual tension?  Did he not love me back?  Why did he freeze like that?

He stopped and pulled his head back.  He reached out and cupped my face with both of his palms.  He centered my face right on top of his.  He stared me directly in the eyes, in silence.  Then, I saw tears welling in his eyes.  And then one tear escaped his left eye and rolled down his left cheek. 

“This is everything I could possibly ever hope for.  You, you are everything I could hope for.  You are the best thing that ever happened to me.  I love you back million times over.  Gunnar, I love you so much.”

The tone changed.  We went back to kissing.  Instead of savage animal kisses, things got more romantic.  Gentle kisses on the cheeks.  Gentle bites on the upper lip.  Licking the lower lip.  Inhaling the breath that came out of the other guy’s nose so you could have them inside of you.  Digging yourself deeper and deeper in each other’s flesh.  We were one flesh, two bodies. 

I ran my hands through his gorgeous head of hair.  No, this did not need to be shaved.  This area needed to stay there to give him his boyish charming looks.  He hugged my shoulder blades and caressed my spine.  I ran my hands behind his neck and hugged him as tight as I could. 

We kept making love, not sex, for a good half hour.  I got to be so comfortable with his body.  He got to adore mine. At some point he eventually rolled over and made me go flat on my back.  He was on top now.  He gave gentle kisses to my neck, to my shoulder, and he found his way to my nipples.  He loved those nipples. He alternately kissed one nipple as he pinched the other, and then he would switch sides.  He kissed my pecs and my armpits.  He inhaled my aroma.  Neither one of us had taken a proper shower that morning yet. 

At some point he sat up, his ass resting on my upper thighs.  His balls were lined up with my balls, and our two stiff cocks were touching each other along the shafts.  He ran his hands around the sides of my torso up and down.  I could tell he was so ecstatic to find himself exactly where he was.  His eyes were taking in a sight that was worth 10 orgasms. 

Eventually he brought his hands closer to our crotches.  Our two dicks were still lined up in the center.  With his right hand he cupped both of dicks together.  He began stroking both of us with his one hand.  Up, down, up, down.  Gentle at first, but the intensity and the speed increased with every subsequent stroke.  This sight, him on top of me stroking both of us with just the one hand, is something I had never seen before.  My love was pleasuring himself and me all at the same time.  My love was sitting on my lap naked and jerking us off.  My love was a man.  My love was Matt.

I could feel his breathing was getting heavier as well.  What started as a playful double-dick stroke was becoming a couple jerk off.  With his free hand he pinched his own nipple.  I reached around and cupped his asscheeks.  I squeezed them firmly as he squeezed my dick and his.  Shit was getting real.  Just a couple of days ago I was too timid to have him see me jerk off.  Here I was letting him jerk both of us off at the same time with the same one hand.

I think it was happening.  I was about to cum.  The intensity of the moment, the rush of first time any kind of sex with Matt, his firm asscheeks being squeezed in my hands, his dick rubbing against mine in his right hand, that was all enough for me to climax.  I was going to explode.  He was making me cum.  I looked at him.  He was in a zone. He was looking intermittently at my face, my cock, and my torse.  He was panting heavily. 

“I’m cumming,” I shouted, giving him fair warning of the hot cum that was about to squirt out of my cock still in his hand.

“Me too,” he shouted back.  I looked down.  Almost simultaneously, two individual jets of cum started shooting out.  He was still stroking both of us with that one hand.  The cum flew left and right, high and down.  Two men’s worth of cum landed all over my chest, my belly, and my neck.  I never had another man’s cum on me.  That was a first. 

We orgasmed for a good minute.  More and more gobs of semen left our balls and landed on me.  I was drenched.  The liquid part started dripping from the side of my belly all the way down.  The gooey stuff covered a good portion of my torso, mixing in with my chest and belly hair. 

Well, this was not a situation I was used to.  Normally, it was me cumming on top of whichever girlfriend or random chick. Or even if I jerked myself off I would have just my load.  But this was a double load.  All on me. 

Matt turned his head to look at the mess on my torso.  He had jerked us off and got us to this point.  He admired the sight.  I gave him such a satisfied smile.  He gave me one of his signature smirks. We were both so happy that we had taken our relationship to this next level. 

He started to wiggle a bit.  I thought maybe he was getting off to go get a cum rag to clean up.  My own cum rag was off to the side, I could get it once Matt would get off of me.  Or maybe since there was so much cum and it was all in between my chest hair, maybe I should go to take a shower.  I didn’t know what was the right thing to do.  I was new to all this.

Matt pulled back from where he was sitting on my lap.  He was still on top of me, but slowly glided to around my knees.  He then lowered his head and torso.  He bent at the waist, until his head was just above my belly, where so much of our cum was pooled.  He took a whiff of all the man juice.  The smell of fresh cum was intoxicating, even from where I was, let alone if you had your nose inches away. 

He then looked up at me.  Another famous Matt grin followed.  He opened his mouth and took out his tongue.  He lowered his head until his tongue touched the fresh cum.  At that point I couldn’t tell whose cum it was, it was all mixed in.  He fucking touched the cum with his tongue, though!  He then licked the cum.  He scooped up all that cum and put it in his mouth.  All this while he was looking at me and smirking.  From there he went to the next area, my chest, and scooped that as well.  He cleaned all the cum stains off of my belly, my chest, and those little areas on my neck.  I felt his cum-stained tongue all over my flesh.  Throughout all this, he kept looking at me in the eyes as he scooped more cum into his mouth.  He was done cleaning me off.  No cum rag needed.

I wasn’t sure what he planned to do with all that cum in his mouth.  I didn’t know that cum scooping was a thing.  None of my previous girlfriends ever did that.  With a mouth full of both of our ejaculations, he lowered his head on top of mine.  I didn’t know here he was going with this.  I was intrigued, and most certainly erotically stimulated. 

His lips landed on mine.  He penetrated my lips with his tongue, and then I felt all that cum drain from his mouth into mine.  We both had cum in our mouths.  That was the first time ever I had tasted cum.  What a bizarre texture and taste. 

He rolled around his tongue inside my mouth to mix in the cum really good.  I tried to roll the cum around his tongue.  This was gooey, sticky, gross, yet erotic all at the same time.  I couldn’t believe I was kissing a man with cum inside his mouth.  Our tongues rolled around each other until more and more of the cum got absorbed or swallowed.  Me being below him, I gave it a good gulp and it was all gone.  I swallowed all that cum that Matt had scooped up and inserted in my mouth. I just ate cum!

Holy fucking shit!  My first real experience with a man and I ate cum.  His and mine!  What had gotten into me?  I thought I would have a nice jerk off, maybe a blowie.  But eating cum?!?  That’s advanced level.

After that, Matt relaxed his entire body on top of mine and buried his head into the space between my left neck and left shoulder.  I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could.  Even though he had tried to scoop up all that cum, some of it was still left behind and was now being sandwiched between our 2 naked bodies.  I didn’t mind.  All I needed was this good hug.

We just laid there quietly, embracing each other after our first sexual encounter together.  I could stay there for the rest of my life.  All I needed was this wonderful man in my arms.  Nothing else mattered.  I didn’t need to go anywhere. 

I think we fell asleep again.  Matt’s presence was so soothing that I was so relaxed with him.  We probably woke up an hour later.  I didn’t check my watch.  Yes, he fell asleep on top of me with my arms wrapped around him.  We had a very intense morning so far. 

He helped himself off me by rolling sideways.  We both scootched up the bed to lean on the headboard.  I reached out and held his hand.  He gave me a very loving and warm smile.  I was in heaven. And from the intensity of his smile, so was he. 

Again, we were quiet.  Neither one knew what to say given what we had just done. Eventually I broke the silence.

“Soooo, where did you learn to do all that?” I asked.

“All of what?” he asked back.

“The whole thing with jerking us both off at the same time.  And that whole bit with collecting the cum and putting it in my mouth.  Where did that all come from?”

“Oh, I had done a little bit of research.”

“Research?” I was intrigued.

“Yeah, I tried to look some things up.”

“Like how?”

“Like, online.  I watched some gay porn.”

“You did what?!?”

“Research.  I told you.  I tried to see how its’s done.”

“How what is done?  By watching gay porn?  Since when are you gay and I didn’t know?”

“I am not gay. Or at least I wasn’t up until this point.  But I just read in between the lines where things were going and I knew nothing about anything it.  I figured I’ll try to educate myself. 

“So this is what you’ve doing every day as I go to work?  Watching smut?”  I wasn’t trying to interrogate him.  I was just fascinated by what I did not know.

“Maybe….  No, really.  Not smut. I had never done anything like this before, I don’t know, I figured I should learn some things.  So the whole semen exchange this is called snowballing.  I think.”

“Oh, for the love of…”

“Or maybe some other name.  I’m not sure.”

“What else did you learn?” I asked.

“Oh, lots of stuff.  And you and I are finally going to try all of it.”

“Listen, I already told you I love you.  That was quick.  But did you see us doing it?  Was I just behind the curveball?”

“I wasn’t being presumptuous.  But that falling in love is mutual.  And we were getting more and more physically comfortable with each other.  I would have done it maybe a few weeks ago, but here we are.  We both crossed the line together.”

He squeezed my hands real tight.  I squeezed back.  I was in love.  I felt like leaning over and kissing him on the lips.  I did exactly that, because I could.  And I did.  And I guess I was also grateful he had put some thought into it.  And that he allowed me to arrive here at my own speed rather than rushing me.  That’s love.

We then fell into one of the more profound conversations we had ever had.  Figuring out how each one of us had arrived at this point of falling in love with each other and then becoming sexual for the first time with a man.  I told him my story.  You guys all heard it already.

Matt on the hand, also had a similar story.  His Portuguese looks and tall swimmer’s build always landed him whatever girl he even wanted.  Life was good.  He did find the make physique intriguing.  He always attributed it to his athletic predilection.  A couple of times when his coach or one of the other teammates shaved his back, he felt a little butterfly in his cock.  He always brushed off the feeling.

It wasn’t until we moved in together and bonded so quickly that he started seeing things from different angle.  The whole dynamic of relinquishing control and letting someone strip you of your hair was very erotic to him.  Specially if it was being done by a dominant masculine type like me.  He loved my company, he loved that we did not have any inhibitions becoming more intimate with each other, and that we had developed our own little kink.  He knew where things were going that first time I accidentally shaved that little patch he had missed on the front of his chest.  He knew the kink would get bigger and bigger, and he was all game.  He enjoyed the tease, the sexual tension, the power play.  He was happy to give himself to me.  He would have done it much sooner, but I wasn’t ready.  I needed baby steps.  And that’s why when I was taking those baby steps he took the time to learn what happens between two men sexually.  He never had eyes for men otherwise, it was just me and the kind of relationship we had built with each other. 

Wow, that was profound.  I rolled over and buried my head in his chest.  He was still smooth from the shave earlier that day.  How lucky were we that we had accidentally found each other? 

A huge growl in my stomach broke the silence. I was hungry.  It was past lunch time.  That was one fateful morning, but we needed sustenance.

We still had sticky spots from our morning adventures.  And neither had showered even before that.  It was time to clean up.  I held Matt’s hand and we walked to the bathroom together.  We got into the shower together.  This time it was from a place of love, last time it was from a place of lust and fetish.  We got under the running water together.  I kissed him as he caressed my shoulders.  I hugged him as he kissed my neck.  I washed his whole body for him, making sure no hair had grown from all the shaving earlier in the day.  He washed me, admiring all the fine bushy hair all over my chest and abs.  I toweled him off and he did the same to me.  The kissing never stopped.  We were in love. Our dicks were semi hard throughout all this.  We needed more intimacy, more sex.  But all in due time. 

We went to our favorite diner around the corner again.  At some point I reached out for his hand and held it in mine.  I did this over the table, not under.  I didn’t care.  I was in love.  On the way home I also held Matt’s hand in mine.  Let them see it.  Yes, I was holding a man’s hand.  In public.  Let everyone know this is the man I love.  Yes, a man.  

By the time we got home, I was all horny again.  I knew I was going to attack him.  Except he attacked me first.  As soon as we closed the door, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him.  Our lips locked in no time.  I extended my hands and cupped his ass, pulling him tighter in.  A mad kissing frenzy ensued.  There was a smattering of “I love you”s being exchanged, I lost count who said it to who how many times.  All this still in the hallway inside the door. 

This time it was Matt who grabbed my hand and led the way.  He took me to his bedroom.  He pulled the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it right off.  He slid my gym shorts down.  I had been freeballing it the whole time and had no boxers.  He threw me on his bed, then lifted may ankles to take off the gym shorts.  He had stripped me naked and tucked me into his bed.  He undressed in a frenzy and jumped on top of me.  We were both hard at this point.  

Arms and legs were flying all over the place again.  Mad passionate kisses were exchanged.  Two naked bodies rolled around.  Necks were kissed, chests were licked, and asscheeks were squeezed.  We were both 23 and horny as hell.  Neither one of us had gotten laid in a while, and we were full of hormones. 

Eventually Matt pinned me on my back, holding my wrists down with the weight of his upper body.  His lower body was placed in between my spread legs leaning on my thighs.  He looked ravenous with lust.  He looked like he was given the best possible toy to play with, and was debating where to go next. 

He went for my nipples again.  He and my nipples had their own side romance.  I never knew he was such a nipple guy.  From there he kissed me all over my chest, all my fuzzy blonde chest hair that was still intact even though his was all shaven down.  He rolled his tongue on all that hair to get the texture and taste into his mouth.  He worked his way south, to my abs.  Even though I was not a swimmer like him, I did have defined abs and a tight waist.  He kissed and licked his way down, sliding his whole body with every kiss so that he could reach further and further down.  Soon enough, his body was in between my knees, and his head was right above my crotch.

He paused and looked at his prize: my cock.  He got fixated looking at it.  I could see drool collecting in his mouth.  He was panting, being only a few inches from my cock.  He picked up my cock with his one hand.  He wrapped his other hand on top.  With both hands wrapped around my cock, he started stroking me.  Up and down.  He had stroked the two of us that morning, but now I was getting solo attention. 

He gave me gentle purposeful strokes up and down.  If I had not cum just a couple of hours before that, I’m sure I would have cum after the fifth stroke.  The whole image of him bent over my crotch and jerking me off was very stimulating. But I could hold back.  I didn’t want this to end.  He kept looking intermittently up at me and then back to my cock, as he slowly accelerated the pace.  He let go of his outer hand and used it to cup my balls.  For the past few weeks I had been so obsessed with shaving Matt that I had forgotten to manscape myself.  My balls were covered with a layer of blonde hair.  He ran his fingers in between all that hair.  His own cock and balls were barren and naked down below.

He continued to stroke me and massage my nuts for a good 15 minutes.  He then paused the stroking, but still held my stiff cock in his hand.  He looked up at me.

“Are we doing this?” he asked. 

I’m pretty sure I knew what he meant.  I nodded yes.  This is beyond anything I could have possibly imagined.

He lowered his head more, all the while looking at my stiff cock.  He got low enough that his nose was only an inch away from my tip.  He took a whiff first, to familiarize himself with this new thing.  I can only imagine what that smell was like.  He took his tongue out.  Slowly he lowered his head until the tip of his tongue touched my peehole, and he scooped up some of that precum.  His tongue touched my dick. Holy fucking shit!

He then came back for another lick.  And another.  He circled my tip over and over with his tongue.  He then came down an inch more and kissed my cock with his lips.  I could tell he needed to get himself emotionally ready.  That was going to be a big step, for both of us.

A couple of kisses later, he was ready.  He opened his mouth wide and just went for it.  He inhaled my whole 8 inch cock until the tip hit the back of his throat.  I was in.  I was inside him.  My cock was inside his mouth.  I couldn’t believe my eyes! 

He held that position for a while.  He just wrapped his entire mouth around my manhood and let the shock of the moment settle in.  It’s not every day that you put your straight roommate’s cock in your mouth.  And it also took a lot of holding back on my end to not cum right there and then.  Again, I didn’t want this to end. 

He raised his head and lowered it back down.  My dick glided in and out.  Then another head bop.  And another.  We had both been on the receiving end of blow jobs before.  Theoretically we both knew what needed to be done.  It just would take a few minutes to do it for the first time and get it right.

Yup, Matt was giving me a proper blowjob.  As I live and tell.  Who knew that more than a year after that fateful night on spring break when agreed to be roommates, he would be on his knees giving me a blow job after I blurted so quickly earlier in the day that I love him?

I have to say, he was good.  I had received a decent share of blowjobs in the past.  Some chicks did it as though it was a chore.  Some did it as a way to gain favor with you and your friends.  Some saw it as a part of sex but nothing they necessarily enjoyed doing.  I can’t recall a single chick who actually did it for herself.  Because she liked having a dick in her mouth.  But Matt, he was different.  He was doing it for himself, less for me.  I loved him and he loved me back.  He was swallowing my cock as an act of love, not duty.

I ran my hand through his gorgeous head of hair as he kept blowing me.  Such a soft texture, way different that my pubic hair that he had to encounter with every stroke down on my cock. By now his saliva was starting to drool out of his mouth and drip all over my crotch and my balls.  He was thoroughly enjoying himself.  

I was getting very close. But again, I didn’t want this to end.  I wanted this to last. 

I reached down and cupped his face, and I pulled him off my cock.  He had drool all over his lips and his chin.  He had gagged himself on my cock several times, and the results were showing. I lifted his head until he was able to look me in the eyes again.

“My turn,” I said so softly.  I knew I had to do it.  It was my turn to taste him. 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As ready as I would ever be.”

“Are we doing this?”

“You bet we are doing this,” I assured.

He came off of me and laid right next to me, with his back slightly leaning against the headboard.  His hairless body laid there all exposed and ready for me.  His uncircumcised veiny cock was smack in the middle of that naked body and that is where I was going.  That was my target.  My desire.  I was going to show his stiff cock some love.

I didn’t get on top of him.  Instead I leaned on him sideways.  With my upper arm I caressed his hairless chest, his hairless abs, his hairless pubic area, his hairless balls and cock.  It was all mine.  After all this time, he was finally mine to have.  I had never felt this much love before in my life.  May this moment never end.

Just then I knew I needed to get into it.  I wasn’t there just to caress him and admire him.  I was going to get myself to the point of putting his cock in my mouth.  That’s what I had asked for.  But I had never done this before.  Yes, I had been on the receiving end of a blowjobs so many times.  But it never occurred to me that one day I’ll be doing it to another guy.  I never thought of learning the techniques, or the tricks.  I was just always enjoying getting one. 

I wasn’t going to dig right in.  I needed to warm myself up for it.  Following Matt’s previous actions, I decided to start with the nipples.  I leaned over and put his one nipple in my mouth.  Oh, so tender.  So muscular.  A woman’s breast is all jiggly and soft.  Matt’s pecs were firm and muscular.   You could feel the muscle tone.  His pecs served a manly purpose with all those swimming strokes.  He was tight.  I gave his nipple little bites and big bites.  I tried to get as much of his muscle mass in my mouth.  His nipples in turn were getting erect.  Nice big brown nipples, a real man’s nipple compared to my more boyish nipples. 

I leaned my head down and started going south.  Yes, I was approaching the prize.  But ever so slowly.  I made sure to kiss every single part of his six pack repeatedly.  I kissed every single well defined groove around his bulging abs.  I licked all the skin in between the packs.  He was so tight.  The best specimen of swimmer’s body you could find.  The man was fine!

I grabbed his cock in my hand.  I could feel his heartbeat pulsate in his erect dock in my hand.  I stroked him up and down.  I had his manhood in my hand.  He was all mine.  His entire body was mine to have.  How lucky was I?

I looked up at him.  My head was too far for a real kiss.  Instead, he threw me an air kiss and a wink.  He was just as thrilled about what was going to happen.  He was going to get a blowjob from me, the object of his desires.  I don’t know how long he had waited for this moment. 

What is the right way of doing this.  Matt told me he had watched gay porn just to learn what to do.  I guess I was just going to go for it and hope for the best.  It wasn’t rocket science.  Even the best blowers had their first time.  I was a virgin all over again.

I was going to do it. No more delays.  I leaned my head further down as I held his dick straight up in the direction of my head.  The two were going to finally meet: his dick and my mouth. It was happening.  And it did.  I opened my mouth and put his cock in.  Only when he was all the way in I remembered to wrap my lips and my tongue around the shaft.  There was full contact of his cock and my mouth.  With lips, tongue, palate, saliva and all.  I had embraced him in my mouth.  I had swallowed his cock.  I had cock in my mouth. 

It was a more natural fit than I thought.  It tasted good.  It fit right.  It was finally where it needed to be, in my mouth.  Why had this not happened before today?  What took us this long. 

I raised my head up and down to massage his cock in my mouth.  Up and down.  Glide his dick in and out.  Make sure the tip never falls out, but give it a nice good long journey in and out.  On the way out I tickled the tip, on the way in I opened my throat to take it all in.  I controlled my gag.  I twisted my head left and right in between each glide.  I used my one hand to push the cock in.  I used my other hand to cup the balls.  This blowjob, my first one ever, came to me much more naturally than I thought.  I was enjoying bringing joy to Matt. 

I had gotten good at it so fast.  I got the hang of it so fast.  I was no longer nervous. It felt like I had been blowing dick forever.  I hadn’t.  But it came much easier to me than I had anticipated it to be.  Maybe it was Matt’s dick and I loved him more than anyone in the world.  Maybe I had loved dick this whole time and didn’t even know about it.  But I was really enjoying this.  The only thing missing was seeing Matt’s expression as I blew him.  I needed to see him.

Without missing a beat, without letting his dick slide out of my mouth, I glided sideways until my body was below his groin and I could look up at him as I blew him.  He was in a different dimension.  His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed.  He was thoroughly enjoying this.  Maybe his eyes were rolled back in their sockets, I couldn’t tell.  He was in a zone.  I enjoyed seeing him in the sexual stupor, and I was so glad I was the cause of it.

I munched on his cock and enjoyed the scenery above.  Eventually he tilted his head and looked at me.  His eyes had a mixture of love and lust.  And passion. And desire.  And libido.  All wrapped in the young body of this 23 year old man.  Pure sexual cravings. 

“I need more dick,” he said, out of nowhere.  He bent down and lifted me up in the bed.  He rolled me sideways until I was flat on my back.  I think I knew what was coming next, but I let him have his way.  He crawled sideways, and mounted me in a 69.  He was on top.  Before I knew it his entire pelvis was on top of my head and his dick was back in my mouth.  My dick was back in his mouth too.  I guess this is the gay 69.  Two sets of locks and perfectly fitting keys. 

Being upside down like that, with his dick in my mouth and his entire weight on me, his balls fell on my nose.  Oh, those soft smooth balls that I had shaved for him just earlier that day.  It seems like we had a lifetime of experiences since then.  As though enough time should have passed for his hair to grow again.  No, that was all just a couple of hours ago. 

His balls kept hitting my nose, and his cock entered deeper and deeper in my throat.  His taint and his ass crack were hovering above me up on top.  That was quite an erotic sight.  My own cock was being devoured down below, but I couldn’t see it.  I felt his wet throat servicing me.  The dude loved cock.  He was inhaling my entire manhood. 

Something about the erotic nature of this moment made me go over the top.  I was about to climax.  Fresh jizz was boiling in my balls and it needed to exit out.  It needed to shoot its way out.  But I couldn’t move or talk.  His weight was on top of me, and his cock was like a pacifier I couldn’t remove.  I couldn’t shout out that I was about to explode.  So I did.  I just exploded.  I let my cum escape my shaft right into his mouth.  No warning. 

He immediately understood the situation.  He started groaning.  I thought he was enjoying the fresh hot load in his mouth.  I thought he was satisfying his thirst for cum.  Nope, not just that.  With no advanced warning, he was about to climax as well.  Suddenly I felt shot after shot of Matt’s sperm deep inside my throat.  It was warm and came out in rapid succession.  It kept spurting on and on. 

I didn’t know what to do.  I had never had someone cum directly inside my throat.  Hell, this was the first time I had cock in my throat altogether.  I had to swallow.  I had to swallow and make it go down.  Otherwise I would have drowned.  Yes, I swallowed Matt’s cum.  I swallowed all of it.  All that hot gooey thick spunk.  All of his swimmers.  From his balls into my mouth and then into my stomach.  I sucked him dry.  I didn’t let a single droplet go to waste.  I enjoyed all that liquid he could give me. 

Just that morning I had never had sex with a guy before.  And here I was, second time in a few hours that I swallowed cum.  If you are going to do it, then go off the deep end.  Then do it right.  Swallow all the cum you can, and want.  It’s yours.  Don’t let it go to waste.  I was not only a cocksucker, but a cum swallower.  Yes I was.  And I totally enjoyed it. 

All this time my cum also kept shooting into Matt’s mouth as well.  I assume he swallowed it all.  I didn’t see any evidence of it shooting outside anywhere.  It was all consumed and swallowed.  It was all digested. 

Matt finally detached himself from my cock, and came out of my mouth as well.  We looked at each other from that angle.  That was a blast.  That was cosmic.  And orgasmic.  I couldn’t believe we had not done this all this time. All this time we could have made love to each other, but we were not ready.  We missed a year of sexual activity together.  But the future was going to be bright. 

He straightened himself in the bed.  He came and laid his head on my chest and went for a post-sex hug.  I hugged him back.  We were both satisfied and satiated.  Our second time cumming together, first time actually having sex.  All the cum had been swallowed and there was nothing to clean. 

We laid there like that for quite a while.  Our embrace got tighter and tighter, but no words were needed. We just stayed like that for maybe an hour.  We had nowhere to go.  I didn’t feel like going to the gym.  I had a world of adventures waiting for me right in that bed.

Finally it was me who said something. 

“So, you’ve been watching gay porn this whole time?” I asked.

He was silent for a few seconds.  “Um, maybe…,” he finally replied. 

“Anything you liked?” I asked.

He was silent.

“Anything you learned?” I continued. 

“Plenty,” he replied pretty fast on that one. 

“Anything you care to share?" 

“Oh, you have no idea!  There are so many things I want to try with you.  Wait.” 

He got up and grabbed his laptop.  Oh lordie, he was going to show me gay porn!  Did I have to go ask that stupid question out of nowhere?!?  Yes, I was curious about what goes where, although you’d think most of it should come naturally.  Yet, there is always something new to learn. 

He opened his laptop and went to some of the sites he had been checking out.  All kinds of guys of all shapes and sizes.  Twinks, daddies, BBC, Euro, mature, hunks, Asian, vintage, webcam, POV.  These are all terms I learned the names much later.  But for the time it was rapid fire watching all these guys getting it on.  It was hot and interesting all at the same time.  Although, had it not been that I was in love with Matt, and Matt happened to me a man, I am not sure that this is what I would naturally gravitate to.  But here I was, the love of my love was a man and I had to do my best to make it all good.  I was in for a journey.

In one scene, one guy sat on the other guy’s face and let him eat his ass.  I had heard about ass eating, though I had never experienced it nor seen it in straight porn. 

“Are we going to do that?” I asked curiously. 

“Oh, you bet!” he replied, perhaps a bit too quickly for it to be a well thought out response. 

In another scene someone was getting fisted. 

“I’m not sure about that…” I said, not knowing what his response was going to be. 

“Neither am I.  Skip.”

I was relieved.  Then there was this scene with a couple kissing passionately, and then a third guy walked in.  The new guy and one of the original guys then started to spit roast the one cute guy together.  I tightened my embrace around Matt.  I was madly in love with him.  I couldn’t possibly think about someone else touching Matt, even if it was for fantasy or fun.  Not my Matt.  He was all mine.  I was already jealous for no good reason. 

I shut the laptop closed.  I grabbed Matt and made him crawl on top of me.  I was so infatuated with him, and that scene actually bothered me quite a bit.  I started kissing him like mad.  We had been naked making love all day, but I needed more of his kisses.  More of his tenderness.  More of his passion.  More of his lips touching mine. 

He wrapped his arms around my back, and I cupped his asscheeks down below.  We kissed so intensely, as if we were making up for all this lost time.  Maybe we were.  We had to squeeze over a year’s worth of lost kisses into that one day. 

My fingers found their way to his butthole, in between his asscheeks.  With girls, it was harder to find the pussy as it was all the way in the front and I usually had to dig pretty deep in between the legs to get there when I was in this kind of an embrace.  But the butthole was so much easier to reach this way.

As I massaged his butthole, all smoothly shaven from that morning’s session, he started moaning.  He was liking it.  His breathing was getting heavier.  His kisses turned into tiny little bites.  On my neck, my shoulder, my ears.  I was arousing him. 

I reached one hand above and put a little spit on my big finger.  I then lowered the hand and used the lube to negotiate my way past his sphincter again.  Dude, I loved fingering this guy.  His hole was so ripe for the having. 

I was in.  I was inside him again.  My one finger was deep inside him.  Past the sphincter.  I was in the soft part inside.  Just then I pointed forward.  I had no experience, but I imagined that this was his prostate.  I was massaging his prostate on the inside.  And he was gyrating in response.  He was loving it.

His hard dick kept rubbing on my stiff cock with intense pressure.  My finger behind him kept pushing his pelvis deeper into mine.  There was an immense heat being generated from our two erect cocks rubbing on one another. 

The he paused kissing me.  He arched his head up.  He lifted his shoulders.  He pressed his hips even deeper into me.  And then I felt him convulse.  Yes, he was cumming again.  He shot his load through his peehole all over my chest and belly.  Once again I was covered in his cum.  But this time it was his cum only.  All over my chest. 

He kept pumping and pumping.  For the third time in less than 8 hours, and it was still a remarkable load.  Bravo Matt!.  Cum stains glistened all over my belly. 

When he finally got his bearings back, he sat up and looked at the royal mess he had created.  I couldn’t tell if he was proud of himself or what.  But he sure had a grin on.  A nice big fat grin of satisfaction. 

With his one hand he scooped some of his cum into his left palm, and he scooped some more onto his right hand fingers.  The last time he was scooping cum he ended up feeding it to me.  I didn’t know where he was going with it this time. 

He cupped my erect dick with his left hand full of his cum.  He then proceeded to stroke me, using his cum as lubricant.  With his right hand, he reached in between my thighs, down my taint, to find my asshole.  He used the lubrication there to massage my hole, as he continued to stroke my cock up above.  I needed to learn how many hours he’d been watching gay porn all this time to learn all these tricks.

Yup, Matt knew what he was doing. The fresh hot cum was a nice lubricant.  He didn’t go past my hole; he just massaged it round and round.  But my cock was getting a nice handjob with all the goo.  The goo had turned into a nice butter after a few strokes.  That was the best jerk off I had ever had.  All this time I had wasted fresh cum masturbating, I never knew it could come in handy.

Well, the stimulation was tremendous.  I was reaching climax really fast, especially after we just had that grinding session with my finger up his ass.  I let myself go.  I let myself cum in Matt’s hands.  Yup, I orgasmed as he kept stroking me.  I had no control over my dick any more.  It was his to enjoy, to milk all the jizz out me.  And that, he did.  He let my cock shoot quite a lot of spurts of hot sperm all over.  It was fireworks all over again. 

Eventually my balls and my cock were empty.  Every single drop of reserve cum and testosterone had ejaculated itself out of me onto Matt’s hand. I looked at him and his grin of satisfaction was even more pronounced than when he was the one cumming.  He was so happy with himself how he had handled my cock. 

He collapsed sideways, then crawled up and put his head on one of the few dry and clean spots on my chest.  He had a perfect view of the rest of my chest, my belly, and my crotch.  With his free hand he started playing with all the fresh droplets of my cum still on me.  He wove the cum into all my thick chest hair.  He spread it all over, making a thin layer all over my flesh.  As he did more of this, the cum started to cake out and dry up.  It was a hot mess by the time he was done. 

We stayed like that for a while.  This time we did not fall asleep.  We just laid there in a mess of cum and libido.  Perhaps a half an hour later it was time to freshen up.  We walked into the bathroom together, and I had lost how many times we had done this already today.  That day was one of the most adventurous days of my entire life.  It felt like it was a week’s worth of adventures, but it was just 6 o’clock.  It was a hot summer day and it was still sunny out.

We went into the shower together.  I helped him wash his back; he helped me wash all the caked in cum off of my chest.  I washed his shoulders; he washed my thick thighs.  I slid my hands in between his asscheeks every time I washed his butt, he gave a couple of yanks on my cock just because he could.  He was allowed to do that.  He could touch me there.  Anytime he wanted. This man, yes a man, was allowed to touch any part of me, anytime he wanted, anywhere he wanted. 

After the shower, we needed to get some fresh air.  We had been home naked and frolicking in carnal pleasures all day.  We needed to enjoy this gorgeous summer day.  We walked out and headed in the direction of Central Park.  Halfway through the first block, I reached out and grabbed his hand.  I held his hand.  Again.  In public.  He turned around and gave me a very satisfied smile.  Let everyone see me holding his hand.  Let them know I love Matt.  Let them think I’m gay or whatever this is that is going on between us.  Nothing anyone else thought or did matter more than me loving Matt and holding his hand. 

We had a lovely stroll through Central Park.  We then went to a lovely French bistro on the Upper West Side and had dinner in the outdoor sidewalk area.  The air was fresh.  The stars were out.  There was a lot of summer energy everywhere.  And there was love in the air. 

After dinner we came home.  Right after we got inside the apartment, I started kissing him.  But tender loving kisses.  Gentle, affirming kisses.  This time it was kisses of love, not just lust.  I have had the most magical first day with Matt as lovers, and I could not believe my luck in life.  I was the happiest man alive. 

The kissing ensued into the bedroom.  We rolled around in bed a few times.  Hot passionate kisses.  No grabbing. Nothing sexual, just love.  Yes, we had matching boners begging for attention in our pants.  But we were both focused on our lips as an extension of our hearts.  It was time for love, not lust. 

The kissing went on and on.  Rolling this way and that way, one minute I was on top and the next minute he was. After what seemed like a lifetime of kissing, we realized in was bedtime. 

We went back to the bathroom and did our ritual of peeing, brushing our teeth, flossing next to each other.  Yes, we really had to focus to make those boners go down before either one of us could pee.  On the way back to the bedroom, just for those few little steps to the bedroom, I needed to hold his hand again.  I grabbed his hand.  I needed to touch him at all given times. 

We helped each other get naked and crawled back into bed, this time under the covers.  He came in to give me his new familiar embrace with his head on my chest and his arm wrapped around my whole torso.  His entire body was wrapped around mine.  I could feel his boner pressing against my thigh.  My boner was at full attention under the cover as well.  But after a tremendous day of firsts, we both needed to calm down a bit.  We needed to feel calm.  It was time for a peaceful end to a very significant day in both of our lives. 

We woke up the next day at a reasonable hour.  We were still wrapped around each other’s bodies, naked, with matching morning wood.  I went to the kitchen naked to get us our morning coffees.  The whole time my boner would not go down.  I came back to the bedroom, and Matt and his boner were waiting for me.  We sat there on top of the covers and sipped on our coffees.  Those boners were still alive and well. 

We finished our coffees and I couldn’t take it anymore.  He had barely put his mug down when I attacked him.  There was only so much I could do to be polite and reserved.  Naked Matt with a boner was an open invitation.  It was hunting season.  Last night we had plenty of kisses and hugs.  That morning I was hungry for sex. 

With no foreplay or nothing, I flopped him on his back and his dick went into my mouth in one swift motion.  Got him.  He was in.  At first he didn’t know what hit him, but he was game.  He did have a nonstop boner this whole time.  What else you do you with a never-ending morning wood than to put it to good use?

Yup, I was ravenous.  I licked his shaft up and down, sideways, and made love to every single vein of his Mediterranean skin cock.  No hairs to rub on my face.  Just a naked pubic area and naked balls.  I have had my first and only cock the day before, but I felt so comfortable gobbling up his dick again like I had done this for years.  And if yesterday’s activities were any indication, I was probably gonna swallow his cum again at some point soon.  Straight boys use ‘cocksucker’ as a derogatory term.  I had gone from cocksucker to cum swallower in like a flash. 

Matt did enjoy this for a little while, letting me go to town on his dick and just watching the spectacle.  But soon enough he needed to get in on the action.  He didn’t want just to stay passive.  He flipped me on my back, and straddled me in a 69.  His cock went right back into my mouth, and my cock was getting a warm hello good morning from his mouth. The cycle was complete.

I kept munching on his cock.  I amazed myself how fast I had gotten used to a cock in my mouth.  In that 69 position, his soft hairless balls kept bumping into my nose.  I reached around and cupped his asscheeks with my hands.  I kneaded them like it was dough.  I kept massaging his tight and toned glutes.  With each squeeze, I spread his cheeks ever so more, revealing his crack and his butthole.  His hairless taint led to his hairless asshole.  I had fingered him before.  That was glorious. 

As I kept sucking his dick, a thought crossed my mind, from the porn movie we watched last night.  Do I dare?  Am I ready?  Is he ready? His cock was in my mouth, but I knew I wanted more.

I let go of his cock and started licking his balls.  Luscious balls of flesh, smooth and soft from yesterday’s shave.  They were a joy to lick.  I knew that pretty soon those balls were going to empty themselves again in me or on me.  I kept licking the left ball, then the right one.  I kept licking deeper and deeper.  I had to lift my head more and more to reach those areas. 

Meanwhile, I felt that Matt had moved to my balls too.  I couldn’t see down there with his whole body on top of me.  But he was jerking me off with his one hand while he was kissing my bushy hairy balls.  The lapse of manscaping made my balls bushier, but apparently Matt was into it.  Only later I learned that he liked himself to be hairless, but loved for me to have all my hair intact. 

Back on my end, my tongue was fully engaged with his taint.  That little island of skin between the balls and the asshole.  Firm, tight, and full of pheromones.  All that overnight sweat had made this area full of aromas I could die for.  I wanted to lick all that manliness off of him, get every single last bit of it inside my mouth. 

I tilted my head even further up to go higher.  Something pulled me in that direction.  The direction of his hole.  I was going to do it.  I was going to lick his hole.  Just like in that porn movie last night.  I was going to eat ass.  I had gotten myself into a frame of mind to do it. 

I was maxed out how much my head could bend and stretch.  I pulled myself under him so I could reach up there.  Yes, now I could reach my neck to get it.  There it was, Matt’s asshole, just an inch away from my mouth.  I could smell it.  Nothing foul.  Just sweat and musk.  And not a single hair anywhere to be found.

Holy cow, I was about to eat ass.  I wasn’t gonna delay it any more.  I had told myself I was going for it, and I had to make good on it.  At least to myself, if not for him.  I stretched my tongue.  My tongue touched his rosebud.  It was done. I passed that barrier.  I licked it again.  It tasted like a man.  It tasted like raw meat.  It tasted like testosterone. 

I cupped his asscheeks again.  I used my grip to grab his pelvis and shove his whole body toward my mouth.  Full contact.  I wasn’t just licking any more.  It was full lips on ass action.  I started kissing his rosebud as I licked his sphincter in the middle.  I made circular motions around the hole.  I dug my head deeper in, trying to get my tongue to penetrate his sphincter.  But my tongue was no match for Matt’s virgin ass.  That ass needed something a lot more solid before it would relent. 

I was too busy on top, but then I focused what Matt was doing down below.  After I moved up a bit in the bed to reach his ass, my crotch was no longer at the same level as his mouth.  He couldn’t blow me any more like that.  Instead, he had arched his head all the way down between my thighs to find my taint.  He was licking my taint feverishly.  I felt moisture and softness in areas I was not used to.  Just then I fully spread my legs for him.  He got the message.  He had access to my butthole like this.  His licking made a beeline from my taint to my hole.  I don’t know which aromas and flavors he found there, but I did hope it was just as heavenly as what I had found up his ass. 

I then lifted my knees and ankles locked my ankles around the back of his head.   This really forced his head all the way in.  As they say: “let them eat cake.”  Let Matt eat my cake.  This assertiveness only turned him on even more.  He started groaning and moaning like mad.  I couldn’t tell if it was my attempt to rape his ass with my tongue, or his face planted on my ass that was so stimulating for him.  While I was enjoying this mutual sexual exchange tremendously, Matt’s exuberance made me enjoy this ever more so.  

I had never had anyone lick my ass.  All those girls in college, they would never!  And the few girls I dated here in New York, they would never either.  I guess it was not a thing in straight culture.  Eating puss, yes.  But eating ass, not really.  Having your ass eaten was a lot more stimulating that I thought.  I had been missing on this feeling all these years, and now Matt made me discover it overnight.  Cocksucker, cum swallower, ass muncher.  The new Gunnar.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

The libido was catching up to me.  The sexual stimulation, Matt’s loud groans, I was fixing for yet another ejaculation. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I announced.  I didn’t know if it was common courtesy to announce it, or maybe Matt needed to adjust himself beforehand.

“Hold on,” he replied.  Without missing a beat, he let go of my ass, pulled himself back a bit and put my cock in his mouth.  At the same time he also grabbed his cock and planted it deep in my throat.  I knew what was coming.  Matt was cumming.  And I was going to swallow his seed again.  It’s amazing that just a few days ago I was too nervous letting him see me jerk myself off.  And here I was, drinking his cum repeatedly like it was the most normal thing ever. 

Yup, my forecast was true.  His cock started its contractions in my mouth, releasing gobs of fresh cum deep inside of my throat.  Each contraction shot another load deeper. Like a good boy, my throat sprang into action and swallowed each and every shot one by one.  He squirted, and I swallowed in the same rhythm.  I was a good boy.

Down below, Matt did the same thing with my cock.  He pulled his head tight onto my cock.  My cock just involuntarily released more morning cum wherever in his throat it was lodged.  None of my cum left his mouth.  He inhaled it all.  He didn’t let any of it go to waste.

After we were both done shooting, he got off my dick, turned around, and climbed on top of me this time with his head lined up with mine.  My mouth smelled and tasted like his cum, and his mouth had the aroma of my little swimmers deep down there.  We both smelled like fuck.  I grabbed his head and brought him down until our lips met again.  We exchanged deep wet luscious kisses, swirling around any cum that each one of us might have still stored in the back.  Those kisses were full of passion, love, and semen.  I felt so dirty yet so sexy all at the same time.

After a good 20 minutes of this, we slowed down a bit and he went in for a morning hug.  He just laid his head in the nape of my neck, cherishing the moment and rethinking everything that had happened for the past couple of days.  How we had gone from sexual tension to full sexual contact.  And perhaps all the other stuff that we had yet to discover. 

We took a shower together, washing each other with soap and our hands, tickling here, poking there, and occasionally giggling like school girls.  It was time for our weekend morning bagels at Pick-a-Bagel.  We sat at this little bistro style table there eating our bagels.  Since our hands were full of food, I took off my flip flops and started rubbing my feet on his. He took off his flip flops too and held my feet in his.  Those toesies huggies had been the first point of familiar touch we had developed. 

Once we got home, I attacked him right away.  I could taste the scallion of his cream cheese in my mouth.  I didn’t care.  I was not disgusted.  I would take anything he had.  I wanted all of him, the good and the bad. 

We stripped each other naked and slowly made our way to the bedroom.  I threw him on the bed, naked and once again with a boner, and I was contemplating how to devour him.  We had the whole day off, and I knew much of it would be taken up with kisses, hugs, and more sex.  We were both 23, and we had the stamina for it.  We were unstoppable. 

For now, I just went for more kisses.  I plopped myself on top of him.  Two naked straight boys grinding their stiff cocks against each other and kissing on the lips.  I loved it.  I loved every moment of it.  It was wrong and right all at the same time.  I wanted to suck all that scallion taste out of him.  I wanted to inhale all of him.  I wanted his smell on me.  I wanted his flesh on me.  I wanted to devour all of him. 

It started soft and sensuous.  But I found myself getting ravenous real fast.  I could tell by his grunts and his heavy breathing that he was getting into the mood for more as well.  I kissed his neck on the one side, and that’s when I lost it.  I wanted him.  I wanted more sex all of sudden.  Fuck all this kissing shit.  I needed to have sex with Matt.  I wasn’t sure which body part was going to go where, but something was going to happen. 

I started giving little bites to his neck.  Then his chest.  Then his nipple on the same side.  Bites, kisses, and licks.  He was like a smorgasbord that needed to be devoured.  All these body parts on this man that I loved, and I wanted it all.  I needed to make it all mine.  I marked my territory all over his body.  Matt was mine.  Never in my life did I dream that a whole grown man would be mine. 

I continued with the kisses and the bites.  Down the side of his belly, then on his abs.  Oh, those toned abs with zero body fat.  I kissed every single muscle fiber, again and again.  His dick was just inches away. I had become fast friends with his dick.  That dick had spent equal time outside my mouth and inside my mouth recently.  But I wanted more.  I wanted to hold his manhood in me, as if I was anchoring him to me forever. 

I did just that.  I took his cock in one hand and I lowered my mouth on it as deep as I could.  This straight boy had become a natural cocksucker so fast.  It was as if I had done it all my adult life.  Never ever was there a sense of weirdness or grossness.  It was the most natural thing ever. 

I bobbed my head up and down.  Up and down.  Side to side, swirl this way and that way.  I cupped his balls in my hands to pull his pelvis further in.  I tried to recall any tricks from the countless blowjobs the girls had given me in college.  Alas, I was not taking notes back then.  And nobody had taught me what to do.  I was doing the best I knew how. 

I looked up at Matt, and that’s all the reassurance I needed to know I was doing a good job.  His head was tilted all the way back.  He was in a trance.  He was totally immersed into getting his dick sucked.  And I just continued.  Yes, that was more precum hitting the back of throat.  That gooey substance with slightly salty taste.  It was an appetizer for probably yet another cumshot down my throat.  Yes, even his cum in my throat had become something that I had grown accustomed to so fast. 

I started playing with his balls that I was cupping.  Such a soft area of the body, such soft skin now that all the hair was shaven off.  I let go of his cock and started licking the balls.  Oh, the smell of a man was so intense on his balls.  The pheromones and musk were oozing from his ballsac, with a slight hint of man sweat from the summer heat.  I loved licking all that flavor off of him.  I licked him clean down there.  He was all smooth and clean.

The taste and smell brought me to his taint.  I dug my face in between his thighs.  Yes, there was more taste to savor.  More aroma, more musk in between the folds of his flesh.  I dug deeper.  Every time I cleaned an area, I could sense more flavor further below.  Eventually I couldn’t reach so deep any more.  There was more flavor deeper in his crack.  I had to get in between his crack. 

Just like a pro, as if I had done this a million times, I reached the under-surface of his knees and flipped his legs up and bent him at his hips.  Yes, full view of his ass.  Right there for the taking.  Matt’s ass was my next meal.  I was gonna eat that ass until I got all the flavor off.

I looked up and this time Matt was looking at me and my mad frenzy in between his thighs.  There was a look of lust and desire in his eyes.  No smile, no charm.  Just pure animalistic cravings.  I didn’t see love; I saw libido in his eyes.  That’s all the encouragement I needed to dig in.  I dove right into his ass.  With one breath, his asshole and my lips were united.  This time I was looking at him directly as I started munching on his ass 

Oh, that’s the flavor I needed.  Musk, sweat, testosterone, and body odor all wrapped up in one area.  Such a luscious soft skin as his asscheeks converged on his opening.  That tight rosebud, with all the individual folds and crevices.  I made sure to lick the flavor in between each fold, cleaning him and engulfing all his flavor.  I could get drunk on this stuff. 

I was doing a really good job, and it did not take me long to clean all of him.  His entire crotch and taint and asshole were all clean.  I had licked it all.  All of that flavor was in me.  I felt so satisfied. 

When I realized he was all clean, I finally peeled my mouth off.  I had to see it.  I had to see his asshole all clean and shiny.  I pulled back.  I sat up on my knees, still holding his legs up for that awesome view of his boner and asshole all in one eyeful.  What an amazing site, this naked and ripe man all for my fantasy. 

Just then I focused on my own body.  I was also naked, with a boner that was begging for attention.  I had spent the last half hour munching on every inch of Matt.  But I needed more.  I became aware of my boner.  Sitting up like that in front of Matt still with his legs up and his asshole exposed, I became aware of my dick dangling just inches away from his hole.  Yes, that was going to happen. I was going to fuck Matt. 

All this started with just kisses and hugs.  Then the blowjob, then the assmunching.  Yes, fucking was the next logical thing.  Never ever in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would fuck someone up the ass, not even when I dated women.  Fucking a man up the ass was never on my bingo card.  But now more than ever before it became obvious that I was going to do it.  I had no idea how it should be done, but it was going to get done.  I was going to really consummate this new relationship.  I was going to put my dick inside Matt’s ass. 

I looked at Matt in the eyes in between his raised legs.  I think he knew it too.  He was waiting for me to make the next move.  He was letting me take charge.  He had handed over all control of his body and this entire situation to me.  He was my toy.

The staring back and forth continued for a while.  I leaned forward a bit, towering over him.  I put my body up against the backside of his raised legs and let go of holding them with my hands.  My body’s weight was enough to hold him up like that.  That brought my pelvis even more nearby his ass.  With my free hand I grabbed my dick.  Just the thought of what I was about to do almost made me orgasm.  But I had to hold back.  I couldn’t cum quite yet.

I guided my stiff dick and rubbed the tip against Matt’s asshole.  My dick touched his ass.  Holy fucking cow!  It didn’t get any gayer than that, but I didn’t care.  His asshole puckered a bit with that first touch.  But then he relaxed.  His rosebud opened up again after that first twitch.  I rubbed my cock on that rosebud more.  My precum gave me enough lubrication to rub skin on skin.  I didn’t know how any of this was going to happen, but it was going to happen.  

I kept rubbing my dick on his hole. I looked him in the eyes again, then on the contact point below.  I locked my gaze into his eyes again.  By then I could rub my dick there without needing the visual assistance.  I rubbed below, as our eyes stared into each other. 

“Are we doing this?” I finally asked. 

“Of course we are fucking doing this!” he replied with such conviction.  He was ready.  He was game. 

I kept rubbing my cock against his asshole.  Usually with a vagina you can just go in at this point.  But his hole was tight, so I just kept rubbing and rubbing hoping for the sphincter to open up.  Meanwhile, my precum was gliding all over his hole, making the rubbing so much more intense.

Suddenly he rolled over, reached into his nightstand table, and pulled out a bottle.  It was a bottle of lube.  Theoretically I knew what that was.  But I had never used one before.  I never needed one.  I never fucked anyone up the butt.  You don’t need lube with a vagina.  That was all I had ever known up to that point.

“Here, I think you will need this,” he said, with a bit more confidence that I expected given the circumstances.  The boy was ready for this.  He had seen this moment coming before I did.  He had done his homework. 

The bottle was all new.  It still had the clear wrapping around the cap.  I wasn’t sure if he had bought it online or had walked into one of those stores around Times Square to get one.  But here we were.  Two straight boys about to engage in gay anal sex together for the first time.  And at least one of us had the foresight to buy lube in advance. 

He took off the clear wrapping off and tilted the cap open.  He tried to squeeze some lube out on his hand.  He squeezed and nothing happened.  He tilted it upside down and then gave it another squeeze.  Nothing.  Bone dry.  I could see that a look of panic was taking over his face.  Well, maybe not panic, but probably concern.  Or stress.  He couldn’t get the bottle of lube to work.  And we were just about to do it.  It was a snag in our grand adventure. 

He handed the bottle to me.  He didn’t say anything.  I was always the more technical of the two of us.  There was nothing technical about a bottle of lube, but still, I was more of a tinkerer than him.  I gave it a squeeze as well.  Nothing.  The bottle was being stubborn.  Just then I was able to think right.  Perhaps it was sealed.  I unscrewed the cap and sure enough there was a silver foil sealing it.  That’s why it wasn’t cooperating. 

I took off the seal and put the cap back on.  I didn’t know if I should hand the bottle back to him or actually use it to lube up my cock. 

“We’re both novices at this, aren’t we?” I asked rhetorically. 

Just then we both burst into a loud laughter.  The air had been tense ever since it became clear I was about to fuck him, and we needed this moment of laughter to diffuse the situation a bit. 

“Come on you silly man and kiss me again,” he said and pulled me to him by the back of my neck.  Our lips met again.  That’s where my lips belonged, touching his and kissing him over and over.  There was no feeling better than kissing the person I loved more than anything or anyone. 

We went back to a mad kissing session.  I hugged him, he caressed me.  I held him tight in my arms.  He rubbed his hands all over my back and my ass.  I inhaled as much of him as I could.  I was mad for this guy.  I had never experienced anything like this before.  I never knew love like this existed. 

In the middle of one of our kissing wrestles, he grabbed my head with both hands and tilted my head so I was with one ear next to his mouth.  I didn’t know where he was going with it, but I let him do whatever he wanted to. 

“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” he whispered with the most seductive voice right into my ear.  Shit just got real again.

I pulled back and looked him in the eyes from like 5 inches away.  I was full of love, passion, and lust for this man.  And he just reminded me to put my dick in him.  I was going to make him mine. 

“You’re sure about this?” I asked.  He just nodded yes, still holding the back of my head in his hands. 

I pulled back a bit.  I kneeled in front of him.  Our two boners had been grinding each other all this time.  Now they were out in the open.  He grabbed that bottle of lube and this time he successfully squeezed a healthy portion on his fingers.  He lifted his legs up all the way in the air and applied all that lube to his hole.  I was mesmerized by this.  He slowly put one finger in, introducing the lube to the inside.  He came out and then this time he put two fingers in.  I could tell his sphincter was fighting him, but he was going to win.  Yes, both lubed fingers went in.  He was ready. 

He pulled his fingers out.  That was my cue that it was my turn to do what I had to do.  I grabbed the bottle of lube and also squeezed a healthy portion in my hand.  I applied it all over my erect shaft, with special attention to the tip, making sure it was all greased and ready for him.  I never had lube on my dick.  The sensation of stoking your dick with all that lubricant on it was a first time for me.  I knew some people liked to jerk off with lube, but I had never tried it. 

I climbed on top of him.  It was time.  I was going to do it.  We were going to do it.  We were going to take that fateful step, despite all these delays and foreplay.  Once again I touched my dick to his asshole.  This time all that lubricant made it feel so much better.  It was meant to be.  This was the moment.

I used the force of my pelvis to push my dick against his sphincter.  There was resistance.  It was not going to go in that easily into that virgin ass.  I persisted.  He grimaced up above.  I knew he must have felt pain.  But he persevered.  With one hand he reached behind and grabbed my ass.  He pushed my pelvis deeper in his direction.  He wanted me to get in already. 

We locked gaze as I ever so slowly pushed my dick inside him.  The air was thick with suspense and passion.  It was a brand new territory for both of us.  Even though I was just a quarter of the way in so far, I was in.  I was inside Matt.  My cock had invaded his bowels.  Our bodies had united. 

He kept pushing my ass towards him.  He wanted me all the way in.  I kept pushing in.  It was tightest hole I had ever had.  No vagina could be that tight.  This hole had muscles hugging your cock like you never experienced before.  Our gazes were locked, his hand was still on my one asscheek pushing me in, and my lubed up cock kept going in deeper and deeper. 

I felt a slight relief on my cock as I passed the sphincter and went deeper.  My tip glided into his bowel.  There was another squishy area up on top.  I could only imagine this was his prostate, not that I had any reference for this.  Yes, my cock touched his prostate from the inside.  He kept pushing my pelvis deeper inside of him, and I followed his invitation to get deeper inside of him.

Eventually I was in.  I was all the way in.  My pubic area hit his taint, and my balls hit the backside of his hole.  I was all the way inside of him.  I was fully inside of Matt.  Never in a million years when I asked him to be my roommate did I think one day I would fall in love with him.  Never in a million years when we moved in together and spent that little mini honeymoon of two weeks exploring New York did I think one day I would be exploring his bowels.  Holy fucking cow!

It was time to thrust.  I wasn’t there just to marinade.  It was time to fuck.  I slowly pulled back.  He had his hand still on my one buttcheek and pushed me back in.  I pushed back, he pulled me in.  I loved how he was an integral part of the humping. With each thrust, the distance grew farther and the speed picked up a bit.  It took me a good 20 humps to get to full speed and intensity.  He had a virgin ass and I knew I had to be gentle on his first time.

Meanwhile, fucking an ass was like nothing I had ever experienced.  A vagina was just a big wet hole.  An ass, it was full of muscles.  It was the tightest possible hole.  There were muscles all along the way hugging every inch of my shaft.  His sphincter was tighter than any vagina or even any fist I could make to jerk myself off.  I was never going back to vagina. I had become an ass man just like that. 

The fucking was real.  I was fucking a man.  My best friend.  I was fucking Matt.  I was fucking another straight man.  And we were both really into it.  He was offering me his asshole, the tightest hole I have ever had.  I was fucking a man.

Wow, that hole was tight.  How come I had never done this before?  Because girls usually won’t let you do this.  Because only guys can appreciate how a tight hole can send your cock into heaven.  And that’s exactly where my cock was.  My cock was in pure bliss, fucking my best friend and the love of my life.  I had never felt this close to anyone before.

All this excitement, all this first time ass experience, the tightness of his bowel muscles loving my cock, sent me into a zone.  I picked up speed and stamina.  I was bursting with sexual energy.  I looked straight into Matt’s eyes and I opened up the flood gates.  I let my cock empty my seed deep inside of him.  I was marking him as mine deep inside his bowel.  I was marking my territory there as well. 

He sensed me cumming inside of him.  With his one hand that was still on my asscheek he squeezed really tight.  With his free hand he grabbed his cock and quickly started squirting gobs and gobs of cum in the middle of the air.  Most of it landed right back on his abs and his chest.  He kept his gaze locked into my eyes as he climaxed.  I felt like I could see into his soul, as we used each other to satisfy our sexual desires in such a loving and savage way.  I had lost how many times we had cum together since we started being sexual with each other. 

I let go of his legs, and collapsed on top of him.  His hot fresh jizz got sandwiched between our bellies.  My dick plopped out of him and dripped my cum all in between his asscheeks.  Pure bliss.  We were panting, yet completely exhausted from the emotional and physical effects of our experience. 

We just stayed there for a while.  I dug my face deep into his neck.  He brought his arms around and hugged me tight.  He planted little kisses on my forehead every couple of minutes.  There was nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here.  There was nobody in the world I’d rather be with than him. 

Eventually it was time to get up. All that cum and ass fucking needed a good rinse off.  Yet once again we went into the shower together.  We washed each other’s body parts with love and not-so-hidden lust.  And then it was time for lunch. 

We strolled the streets of the neighborhood hand in hand.  It was a weird new feeling holding his hand in public and being so blatant about it.  Neither one of us cared.  The force of our love was too strong for any shame or fear of being labeled gay or anything else.  We stumbled upon Arva, a very nice Greek restaurant in Rockefeller Center.  We had a lovely brunch on the outdoor terrace.  After lunch, it was still a gorgeous summer day.  We walked around until we found ourselves in Central Park.  We explored a few of the walks and pathways, holding hands this whole time.  We kept talking about this and that and about nothing at all.  Conversation was never an effort when I was with Matt. 

Our legs brought us to Sheep’s Meadow.  It is a beautiful wide open grass area with spectacular views of the high risers on Billionaire’s Row.  We decided to go lay on the grass and take in the beautiful day.  There were tons of people there.  Many were shirtless and some even in bathing suits, laying out as if they were on a beach, even though this was in the middle of the city. 

We took our shirts off and used them as little cloths to lay on.  With this new air of openly showing affection, I leaned my neck and head backwards on him, letting him engulf me in his loving arms.  I didn’t care if anyone else saw us hugging like that in public.

And then something irregular caught my eyes.  There were literally a lot of people there.  Much more than I ever remember seeing there on an average weekend day.  And they were like 95% men.  Young men my age, 20’s and 30’s.  All good looking.  All well-groomed and athletic.  And all gay!  There was a sea of young goodlooking gay men, in groups of 2’s and 5’s and 20’s.  Some were wearing speedos, some were wearing thong bikinis.  A few were even wearing jockstraps.  They all seemed to know each other.  It was like one huge round up of all the gay men in the city.  Somehow Matt and I had stumbled upon the gayest place on earth.  Right in the middle of Central Park. 

“Umm, Gunnar, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Matt asked.

“Yes!” I replied, with a decidedly puzzled tone.

“What is going on here?”

“Dude, I have no clue!”

“We just started having butt sex like 5 minutes ago and now the whole universe is gay?  Is this some kind of cosmic joke?" 

“Dude, I am just as clueless as you!”

He held me in his hands, both of us shirtless, with me leaning back on him and him hugging me.  By looks alone, we blended perfectly well into what was going on.  Except we were not gay, we were just two straight buys who had fallen in love with each other.  What does this all mean?

It was only much later in our dating life that we discovered what this large gathering of gay, and dare I say flamboyant, men in the middle of Central Park on a random Sunday was all about.  It is called Second Sundays.  On the second Sunday of each month in the summer months, gay men who otherwise don’t have a Fire Island share that weekend, or are not in Provincetown, or have not left town to go to Sitges or Mykonos or one of those places, they all gather in Sheep’s Meadow in Central Park.  It is one huge gathering of anyone who is still in town.  It is a huge meet and greet and networking event.  And we totally stumbled into it on our first day of having butt sex. 

“So, is this us?” I asked, daring myself and him alike.

“I don’t know, is it?” he replied, just as confused as me.

“Are we gay?  Were you gay this whole time?” I asked, just to make sure I understood what I had gotten myself into.

“No, I’m not.  Or at least not until now.  Not until you came into my life.”  That was a nice answer.

“Me neither.”

“Yet here we are,” he replied.  “Engaging in butt sex and finding ourselves surrounded by 2000 gay men just like that.”

“Yes, here we are.  So what exactly did happen in between us?  I think I slipped and I told you I love you.  But I’m sure you knew that already.”

“Yes, I did, and I love you too.  I just never thought my immense friendship with you, the best thing that ever happened to me, would turn into love.  I never planned to develop feelings and affection for you.”

“Funny how things just work themselves out.”

There was a good 10 minutes of silent pause.  With that we both needed to reflect. Finally I turned around and faced him.  His hugs were nice, but I needed some clarity.  I needed to look him in the eyes for that. 

I turned around.  But before I sat across from him, I planted my lips on his and gave him the most sensuous kiss we had even exchanged.  My heart was about to explode how much I cared for him and adored him.  I just could never get enough of him.  I needed to steal away that kiss before I sat back down.

I reached out with both my hands and held both his hands in mine.  I had to figure this out. 

“So, we’re doing this?” I asked.  I had asked that same question every time we had taken another step closer in the past 2 days. And his response was always predictable.

“Yes, we’re totally doing this.  I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.  I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.  You are my one and only.”

“Ok, yes, I totally agree on what we have is so extra special.  But, as we are literally surrounded by a sea of them, whatever this impromptu gathering happens to be about, does that make us gay?”

“I don’t know.  I guess in the sense of two guys loving each other and having sex, then I guess yes.  But gay is more than just love and sex.  It is also about an identity.  A culture.  A group.  A social value.  A joint struggle.  I don’t think we’re there yet.  Maybe with time.”

I loved how he was clearer and more coherent on this than I was.  But then again, dude had done his homework.  He had even watched gay porn just to learn shit.  He had even bought lube for our first penetration, even though he didn’t know he had to open up the seal on the bottle in advance. 

“So, we’re doing THIS?” I asked.  And my with my capital letters THIS I pointed to all the gay men around us.  All the gay men who were comfortable with their identities, their social circles, their friendships, their dating pattern.  I asked him if we were doing all THAT.

“When in Rome…” he replied.  We both burst into a loud laughter.  Oh, I needed that joke to lighten up the conversation a bit.  We were having a most serious heart to heart conversation about changing everything about our lives, and I needed that moment of humor.  It was going to be all good.  We were going to make it all good. 

With that, I jumped on him.  I tranced on him and pinned him to the floor.  My lips were engaged with his lips right away.  I put my entire body weight on him and started kissing him like mad.  It was one thing to walk the streets of New York hand in hand; it was another thing to make out in public in broad daylight.  But given that we were surrounded by 2000 other gay men, it was a non-issue.  We were in the company of like-minded people.  We were with our new people.  We were safe. 

Well, this was all fresh and new for us. Of course we both developed raging boners right away.  I didn’t matter how many times we have had sex already in the past day and a half, our libidos were high and our testosterone levels were fresh.  I started grinding my crotch into his.  Usually at home our dicks were out and about for a sword fight, but right there in the middle of the park, well, we couldn’t release our dicks even though everyone was gay.  No matter where I kissed him up above, our groins were engaged in their own hanky-panky down below.  I could just see us cumming in our shorts right there if we kept this going. 

Matt pulled his lips away and burst into a laughter.  “Look at us being the most daring and horny gays in this whole place with all these other experienced gay men,” he said. 

It was the first time he had used the word ‘gay’ to refer to him and me.  It was official.  Yes, we were in fact going to do this. We were going to be gay.  Or ‘become’ gay.  I don’t know, I was new to this.  But that’s where we were heading. 

He was right otherwise.  We couldn’t cum there.  We had to tone it down.  I slid off of him sideways, burying my crotch in the grass to conceal the monster boner.  He immediately flipped on his belly to hide his matching erect dick.  Just then we let out another huge laughter.  From there, we talked about other less crucial topics.  Like we had done a million times every day for the past year and some. 

“So wait, are we boyfriends?” he asked, out of nowhere.

“Are we?” This was new to me too.

“I mean, we have spent almost every single minute of our free times together for the past year.  It feels like I’ve been dating you all this time.  Except we already live together.  We already told each other we love one another.  And now we’re having sex.  Is that not boyfriends?”

“Then I guess you’re right, my boyfriend Matt.”  Well, that conversation went a lot easier than I thought it might. 

“OK then, my boyfriend Gunnar.”  This time we both giggled like little school girls.  Neither one of us was looking for labels.  But given the circumstances, you could either dance around the topic or make an admission to your own self as well as to the other person.  We were boyfriends, we were in love, and we lived together.  And I guess we were also gay.  My head was exploding. 

“I love you,” I said, this time not in the heat of a sexual moment. 

He leaned over and pretended to want to start whispering, but said very loudly for everyone to hear: “I love you Gunnar Christensen!” The only other people around us who could hear what he said were 2000 gay men in Speedos. 

Eventually we got up and headed home, still not understanding what was the deal with all these gay boys in the middle of Central Park.  We understood it as some cosmic intervention on the second day we physically consummated our love.  Let it be what it was.  We held hands again on the way home, with a new confidence of knowing that we were in love, and we were boyfriends.  The gay thing had not fully sunken in yet. 

Not a second after we got home and closed the door behind us, I got assaulted by Matt.  He pushed me to the wall and planted his body all against mine.  Our lips met and we had another kissing match to see who was going to kiss whom more forcefully.  There were lots of grunts, saliva exchange, arms and hands rubbing each other all over, and my one leg wrapping behind his thighs to push him more toward me.  All that culminated in him bringing his mouth to my ears and whispering: “I want you to fuck me now, boyfriend!”

He didn’t wait for a reply or a reaction.  He dragged me by the one hand to his bedroom.  As if he had done this for years and was so totally comfortable doing it again, he sat on the edge of the bed and helped himself to forcefully pull my pants and underwear down in one quick motion.  My boner popped right out and bounced on my stomach before it pointed straight out.  By the time I was pulling my shirt off over my head, my cock was deep inside Matt’s throat.  He was treating me like a piece of meat, and I loved it.  I loved how he was being so animalistic and rough.  Sometimes you appreciate this, sometimes you appreciate gentle and soft.

He cupped my asscheeks with both hands and shoved my pelvis deeper in his mouth.  He bobbed his head on my shaft to inhale all of my cock.  I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him deeper over my cock.  I wanted to make him one with my cock.  I wish my cock could stay in his mouth forever and ever.  I loved how he turned me on.  I loved how my love for him had turned into such lust. 

He let go of my cock and pulled his head back.  He looked up at me with lust in his eyes.  He looked absolutely ravenous.  His mouth was still half open.  Gobs of his saliva were drooling out from both sides of mouth from that enthusiastic blowjob he was giving me. 

“I think your dick is ready now!” he said.

Without missing a beat, he crawled backwards on his bed and reached for the bedside table.  The bottle of lube was still sitting on top from last time.  He picked up the bottle and then flipped on his back.  He flipped his legs all the way up in the air and backward until I had a totally open and inviting view of his asshole.  He squirted a healthy dose of the lube on his hand and proceeded to lube up his hole, inserting one finger and then two to dilate himself.  He then stretched his hand with the bottle of lube in my direction.

“You know what you need to do, boyfriend,” he said with a sultry voice. 

Did I ever?!?  I could do this all day every day.  Having sex with Matt was my newfound hobby, and it was the best thing in the world.  I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted a healthy dose in a straight line on the top side of my shaft.  I then used my right hand to spread it all around, making sure the tip was extra lubed.  I pulled up my pelvis against his until my dick and his ass were in line.  There was only one way to go, in. 

I pushed the tip against his hole.  This time I did not hesitate.  I knew I had to go in.  And we had already learned the lubing lesson well from last time and applied plenty of it this time.  The moment was ripe for penetration.  So I pushed.  It was tight, but just a little bit better than last time.  Still, it needed some convincing before it would let my cock in. 

I persisted, and his hole relented.  I pushed, and his sphincter opened.  I was determined to get in.  Yes, I was in.  The tip was all the way in, inside the tightest point of his sphincter.  His muscle was hugging my tip real tight.  I knew that once I would get past that sphincter, things would open up.  So I did.  I pushed some more.  Through my cock I could feel where the pressure let up a bit.  I was in.  I pushed some more, and eventually I was all the way in.  I was so proud of Matt for taking it like a real man.  He let me all the way inside of him. 

I bent down my torso and planted my hands on either side of him.  I stretched my legs below until I had put all the weight of my lower body on the tips of my toes.  The weight of my upper body was being balanced on Matt’s bent up legs, which served as the spring for my forthcoming thrusts. I pulled back a bit and pushed back in.  And again.  And again. I developed a rhythm of pumping my manhood inside of him, and he took it like a champ.  Grimaces of pain and pleasure took over his face and body.  I pumped harder and faster, and he opened up more to let me in. 

Damn, after so many orgasms this past 2 days, I was good to go.  The excitement, the newness, the new label of boyfriend, it was all just too much.  I bent my legs until my knees touched the mattress.  I used that as leverage to pump my seed deep inside of him.  I really rammed it in him as I started to cum.  Each thrust of my hips released another load of cum inside of him.  Just then I noticed that his cock was unloading too.  Even without touching himself, just from the strength of my thrusts, Matt came as well.  His cum shot out of him and landed on his belly and chest. 

I was lightheaded.  I was spent.  I had broken into a heavy sweat.  Matt was sweating too, from the heat of being fucked so hard on a hot summer afternoon in New York City.  Yup, I had just fucked the hell out of my boyfriend and made us both cum at the same time.  Life was good. 

After we cleaned up, we ordered take out Thai.  At my suggestion, we tried to find a gay related movie to watch after dinner, now that we were boyfriends and all that.  We browsed the entire catalog of several streaming services.  We settled on ‘Love, Simon’.  It seemed to be a more lighthearted movie.  I have to say, I did learn a bit about coming out and closet gay life I didn’t know about.  I could only imagine how my family and friends would react, but that was going to happen at a later date. 

After dinner and movie, we did our usual routine of peeing and brushing our teeth in the bathroom before heading to bed.  Except we had fast become used to doing it naked.  Those little glances were replaced with full on display of nakedness.  After I had his dick down my throat so many times, there was no point hiding anything. 

Matt was done first and went back to the bedroom.  I was still flossing my teeth when I heard him walk back in the direction of the bedroom.  Perhaps he had forgotten something.  Perhaps he missed me already.

Before I knew it, he had managed to kneel on the floor behind me and his tongue was up my ass.  Out of nowhere I had a wet tongue digging in between my asscheeks looking for my hole.  I couldn’t see his head behind me, but I could feel his face buried deep inside my crack.  The boy seemed really hungry.  I totally did not see that coming, him pushing his face into me from behind and pushing me against the sink.  All that pressure made my cock spring into full erection in a matter of seconds.  There was something so sexy and seductive about being attacked like that.  Something about being treated like a piece of meat, it made me feel sexy.  I looked at myself in the mirror, my cock bouncing every time Matt dug deeper in between my ass cracks.

He was really digging in.  He was ravenous.  I didn’t know what had gotten into him this late at night, but I was all for it.  Who could decline a random ass eating day or night?  My boyfriend could have any piece of my body any time he wanted. 

I decided to chime in and help him a bit.  I reached out with both arms behind me and spread my cheeks for him.  He, in turn, put his hands on either side of my hips to stabilize me as he dug his face deeper into me.  Yup, that tongue was trying to go deeper and farther than anything before.  His face was so deep up my buttcheeks I didn’t know how he was breathing.  He was munching like that was his last meal ever.

Just when I thought his face and tongue couldn’t possibly get any deeper, there was a pause.  He stopped.  I didn’t know why, but he did.  I didn’t turn around to check things out.  I was still looking at myself in the mirror.

Then, I heard something pop.  After that I heard something being squeezed.  And then, yes then, I felt his fingers with lots of lube up in between my crack.  There was no mistaking that texture.  It was lube.  On his fingers.  He was going for the gold.

I kept staring at myself in the mirror, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to my ass from behind.  He was on some kind of a mission.  I was going to let him finish that mission. His lubed-up finger started massaging my butthole.  The finger was much stiffer than his tongue, and soon enough it was invading my sphincter.  Nothing had ever been up my ass, not even during a physical exam.  This was the most virgin ass you could have.

My ass was a virgin, but it was no match for Matt’s probing finger.  He massaged the rim for a while to calm my nerves and calm the muscles down there.  But then, he was determined to go in. He pushed one finger in.  Ever so slightly and gently.  He made it past the opening, just where the sphincter hugged him tight.  There was an immense pressure mixed with pleasure going on in my pelvis.  I had a man’s finger in my ass. 

That finger was unrelenting.  As it slid further in, it felt like Matt was splitting my body in half with just that one finger.  The pressure was immense.  But at the same time, entire nerves I did not know existed had woken up.  Shockwaves of pleasure originated in my butt and radiated all over my body.  I never knew that having something up the butt could be so pleasurable.  All this, just from that one finger. 

Matt pushed in slowly but surely.  He was all the way in.  He let his finger sit there for a while before he started to slide it out a bit.  He had nerves of steel.  Then the finger went back in.  And out.  Yes, he had started finger fucking me from behind.  I still was just looking at myself in the mirror, not seeing Matt behind me, as I was getting fingerfucked for the first time. 

Slowly he introduced a twisting motion as well as a sliding motion.  In and twist right, out and twist left.  Over and over again.  All the pain had gone.  But I was getting such a pleasure from this rhythmic motion.  Matt was preforming acts of magic on my virgin straight ass.  And I was getting the hang of being finger fucked.  Yes, I could do this.  And I liked it. 

I was not naïve.  I knew what Matt was up to.  He was getting me warmed up for the final act.  He was dilating me.  I knew at some point his finger would be replaced by his dick.  I was gonna get his dick in me.  But I let him call all the shots.  He was on a mission, and I was his willing lamb. 

Just when the finger fucking was getting really pleasurable, and I was getting used to it, he stopped.  Was this it?  Was I about to get his dick?

I heard another squeeze.  He didn’t get up.  His head was still behind me this whole time and I had not seen any facial expressions of what he was doing to me.  Just then I felt a freshly lubed up finger at my hole again.  It went in.  Again, I felt my body was being torn in half.  And then I realized he had penetrated me with two fingers this time.  Twice the girth, twice the strength.  More pain, immensely more pleasure.  Those nerves down there were on fire.  

He finger-fucked me for another 5 minutes or so.  He planted his left hand on my hip again to stabilize me.  I could see some of his brown hair behind me through the mirror, but his face was still hidden.  That same face that was eating my ass just moments ago.

This double finger fucking ended too.  He withdrew his hand, and I could feel my ass clench together from the void.  Even with his fingers gone, those nerves were still sending signals all over my body.  I was already sore, but I knew more was coming.

Matt finally stood up.  I saw his head rise from behind me through the reflection on the mirror.  His eyes were absolutely ravenous.  I had never seen him so seductive, so sexy, so intent on getting his point all at the same time.  This was the sexy part of Matt I had just met recently.  And I loved it.  I loved that I was the subject of all his seductions. 

He looked at me through the mirror reflection as well.  We stared at each other like that for a couple of minutes.  Man, I could just devour him.  He was just so ever more sexy when he was on a prowl like this.  I was so lucky to be the person he was about to prowl.  I had never experienced this level of intense emotional and sexual mutual desire with anyone before.

I then noticed that he was holding that bottle of lube in his hand. 

“Are we doing this?” he asked, with that to-die-for look on his face.  This was not the sweet Matt asking me this.  It was sexual desire Matt asking me this. 

For the past few times, we had asked each other ‘are we doing this’ every time we took another step.  This time he initiated the same question, as he surely was going to fuck me with his dick.  It was a foregone conclusion that I was going to say yes.  But it was actually very sexy to be asked to partner up in the decision to go further.  Consent is sexy.

I wanted to shout out yes.  I was ready.  I wanted his dick.  Never in my life did I dream I would yearn to have a man’s dick up my ass.  But the past 2 days have been so transformative.  I was having all kinds of same-sex experiences with the person I loved, and yes I wanted his dick in me.  I wanted him to make me his.  I wanted him to plant his seeds in me.  I wanted to be invaded by the love of my life.  But before I could say yes, I needed a little more courage. 

I quickly turned around and planted my lips on his.  He didn’t see this part coming.  Neither had I.  Matt the sexual prowler had plans to fuck me.  But I needed a few kisses from Matt the sweetheart to muster up the nerves.  I kissed him and he kissed me back.  I got some vibes and energy out of the kisses.  I knew he loved me as much as I loved him.  I knew getting fucked with Matt’s dick was the ultimate expression of our love.  Yup, I was ready.

I peeled my lips off of him and quickly turned around facing the mirror again.  I locked eyes with him through the mirror and said with most determination: “Yes, we are totally doing this!”

Matt hadn’t even started down there yet, but just the thought of his dick coming near my hole made me ooze non-stop precum into the sink in front of me. Predictably, there was another squeeze of the lube bottle, with which Matt covered his 8 inch cock.  My ass was already lubed up from all the finger fucking.

From that point on I lost eye contact with Matt.  I looked straight ahead into the mirror to follow his every move.  His attention was down below to his dick approaching my ass.  It occurred to me that I should help him by bending slightly forward.  I put my hands on my asscheecks again to spread them apart, inviting him in.  I was a novice, yet such a willing participant. 

And then I felt it.  I felt the squishy tip of his cock against my rosebud.  I had already blown his cock and tasted that squishy part quite a few times that weekend, but the contact to my still-raw rosebud re-awakened all the sensory nerves.  The man wasn’t even in yet but I was already deriving pleasure. 

Luckily, the tip of a dick is much softer than a finger.  But that force of the raging boner was able to drive his dick into my hole.  Yes, there was a man’s dick in my ass.  As I live and breathe, I was being fucked.  I was a virgin no more.

Matt was still looking down there, looking at his cock slowly disappearing into my ass.  It took him quite a while to get all 8 inches in, and he was not in a rush.  He knew he had to take it easy on my tight hole.  The sweet Matt inside him knew that well. The prowler Matt had to learn to behave for now. He pushed in, and my ass took it.  It was like a key and lock finally uniting.  My ass invited him all the way in.  I knew he was in all the way when I felt his pubic area touch my buns. He was deep inside of me.  All 8 inches of him.

He didn’t rush.  He pulled back just a bit slowly, then pushed back in.  Pulled out, pushed in.  With each thrust, the distance grew, and the speed picked up.  My virgin ass offered no resistance.  Instead, I hugged him deep inside of me with every fiber of my sphincter.  It took us a few minutes, but eventually the fucking rhythmic motions became regular and he was going to town on my ass.  My blonde ass was being invaded.

When the fucking was getting good, he reached out with his left arm and hugged me across my chest.  With his right hand he reached and grabbed my dick and started stoking it for me.  He planted his face on my right neck and started nibbling away.  I, in turn, turned my head sideways, allowing him to have everything he wanted.  My entire body was at his disposal.  He could derive pleasure from my body and give pleasure to my body in any way he wanted. 

I kept staring at myself in the mirror.  Just in the past day and a half, the happy-go-lucky straight boy Gunnar had become a cocksucking, ass munching, cum swallowing young man.  And now he had joined the ranks of assfucking as well.  I looked at myself, as his pounding from behind was becoming more intense and his jerking me in the front was becoming more powerful.  This blond kid in the mirror, the descendant of Viking explorers, had fallen in love with a descendant of Portuguese explorers, and was engaging in highly pleasurable yet sinfully secretive acts of sex.  Two straight boys had fallen in love and had started experimenting with cocksucking and buttfucking.  This was the new Gunnar.  As I was getting fucked in the ass, and there was no other place in the world I would rather be than in front of Matt’s cock.

Meanwhile, shockwaves of pleasure were originating from my bowels being invaded and were sending goosebumps all over my body, including that very spot on my neck Matt had been nibbling on for the past 10 minutes.  That image of me in the mirror, with this handsome man invading my body, was filling me with new levels of sexual satisfaction.  I couldn’t hold back any more.  I was going to explode. 

And explode I did.  My cock stiffened even more in Matt’s hand, and it shot a never-ending fireworks of cum all over the bathroom sink.  He must have sensed my climax, and then he jammed his cock in me one final thrust and groaned so loud he could have woken up all the neighbors.  I could sense his cock go into convulsions of ejaculations inside my bowel.  I was full of Matt’s seed. 

But it didn’t end there.  Right after our concurrent climax, I had fallen in love with him even more.  Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more than I already did, I needed to feel his love even more.  Once he was done emptying all his cum inside of me, I let him pull out his dick and I turned around quickly.  I jumped and sat with my naked raw ass on the bathroom sink.  With my legs now up in the air, I trapped his lower body and pulled him to me.  With my arms I grabbed his torso and brought his entire body into my embrace.  We locked lips even more passionately than his dick and my ass had become a lock and key moments ago.  We just kissed each other like that, right there in the bathroom, with his dick dripping cum and my ass absorbing the bulk of his cum, for at least a half an hour.  We embraced each other so hard we could have broken some ribs.  At some point I couldn’t even tell which tongue inside of my mouth was mine and which one was his.  I needed to inhale every little piece of him I could. 

It took quite a while for our passions to calm down.  There was always tomorrow.  And the next day.  And next week, and next year.  I intended to spend the rest of my life with this man.  Of that I was sure. 

In the morning I was woken up by Matt with coffee in bed.  But before I could even sip on it, Matt’s head was planted solid on my cock.  No foreplay, no kisses, no warning.  Just mouth on cock.  My cock stiffened up immediately.  He was relentless.  He was inhaling my cock with such suction that morning. 

A few minutes into this, he said from the corner of his mouth, still with my cock in his mouth: “Feed me.”

I knew what I needed to do.  I grabbed his head with both hands and forced him all the way down on my cock.  He wanted it.  I started face fucking him with all the strength I had in me after a weekend of numerous new acts of sex.  As I fucked his face, gobs of drool started dripping from the sides of his lips.  He was getting face fucked so hard he couldn’t even handle his saliva any more.  I didn’t think I had any cum left in me after the weekend, but here it was.  My freshly made cum started making its way from through my prostate through my erect shaft and into Matt’s mouth.  When he sensed me cumming, he tightened his lips so none of that delicious man juice would escape out.  He swallowed the whole thing.  That was his breakfast. 

Eventually I drank my coffee and headed to the shower.  When I came out, Matt had already laid out my breakfast for me.  I was dressed for work, and he was totally naked smelling like fresh cum sitting across the dining table having breakfast with me.  Life could not be better.  I had half a mind to strip and fuck him one more time before work, but my cock needed time to recuperate. 

I was totally distracted all day at work.  I got nothing done.  Couldn’t focus.  During my lunch break, I locked myself in my office, put my headphones on, and used a private viewing window on my phone to check out gay porn.  Not that I was going to jack off, but I just needed to see more of this.  I was head over heels in love with Matt, and I was having gay sex with him.  I didn’t think of myself as gay at all, but here I was loving a man and having sex with him.  I needed to learn more. 

Yes, I did get a boner looking at all those hot men in the videos.  I learned a lot about more poses, more sexual things we can do to each other.  Having sex with another man was so much more diverse than having sex with women.  And these guys had smoking bodies. 

I couldn’t wait for the work day to be over so I could go home and see what new adventures waited for me with Matt.  Once I got back to our building, the smell of saffron hit my nose already down the hallway.  Matt was making his famous paella.  I was in for a treat.  My heart started pounding already from excitement.

I put the key in to unlock the door.  Right away Matt opened the door and pulled me in.  He was already naked, with a raging boner.  His dick was glistening with liquid, I imagined it was from lube that he had pre-applied.  He pinned me to the wall against my back an gave me a single long forceful kiss as he unzipped my pants below.  Once the zipper was open, he pulled me back and flipped me around forcefully till I was facing the wall.  With his left hand he grabbed my hair from behind and pushed my head firmly to the wall.  With his right hand I could feel a single lubed up finger forcefully enter my ass to deliver some lubrication.  That finger was in and out in no time.

The next thing I felt was his entire rigid dick up my ass.  He went all in with just one motion.  There was no dilation this time, no foreplay.  It was straight up penetration.  Mind you, he was still pinning my face against the wall, and my pants were all the way by my ankles.  I was still wearing my shirt.

He started pounding me.  No finesse, no gentleness.  Just a massive forceful pounding from behind.  This was super arousing.  To be assaulted like that, to be desired in such a raw and animalistic way.  As he pounded me from behind, my now-erect cock rubbed against the wall, effectively masturbating me without using any hands. 

The pounding didn’t last long.  Maybe like 5 minutes.  As soon as he leaned forward to nibble on my ear, with my head still squeezed by his hand against the wall, I shot my load.  I shot it all over the wall that I was being squeezed against.  The cum landed all over the wall and my belly, and was immediately spread all the way around.  Shit, that was intense. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Matt exclaimed just moments later.  Once again he shot his load deep in me.  With that, he pushed his entire body against mine, really pinning me down on the wall.  I could hardly breath, yet I loved every moment of it.  I loved being handled so roughly, being treated like a piece of meat.  I loved how he totally made my asshole his to conquer.  I loved how he jumped on me as soon as I walked through the door.  And I loved that he had taken all afternoon making my favorite paella for me.  I loved every moment of everything about it.  I was in heaven.

He nibbled on my ear some more, now both of us post cumming.  He pulled his dick out.  My ass was sore yet happy.  I had his semen up there, and I intended to have as much of it absorb into my body.  I wanted his DNA to blend in with mine. I wanted to become one body with him.

Dinner was delectable.  The company was even more delectable.  The evening was not over before I attacked him later and made him cum in my mouth during a spontaneous blow job in the middle of a Netflix and chill.  I loved to spoon with him when we went to sleep, squeezing his entire naked backside against mine.  I couldn’t help but get a boner from this.  We were too tired to go at it again.  I just wedged my boner in between his asscheeks and let him hold my manhood there until we both feel asleep. 

The next morning I was the one who woke up first.  I looked at his angel face sleeping next to me.  I must have done something right to deserve all this love and happiness.  I slipped the covers off of him to admire his entire naked body.  His whole body, naked, just for my adoring.  And just then it caught my eyes.  His body hair.  We had been so busy with cocksucking and assfucking, I had totally forgotten about the shaving.  The shaving that brought us so much physical intimacy, the intimacy that led us into full on sexual contact.

Yes, there were little stubbles of hair in all the usual places.  I had shaven him 3 days ago, and there was already a little hint of hair growing back.  Enough to be noticeable, but not enough to be shaven already.  The idea of shaving him again, now that we were totally having sex, just aroused me to no end.  Whatever hint of morning wood I had quickly bloomed into a full-on erection just from those thoughts.  My dick was at full attention just by looking at Matt’s naked body and those little hints of hair growing back. I’m sure if I really focused on it, I might have even orgasmed without touching myself.  I was that aroused. Alas, it was too early to shave him again.  I would have to wait another like 10 days for that. 

Matt finally opened his eyes.  

“Well, well, well.  What do we have there?” his eyes had gone straight to my erect dick.

Before I could respond, still half asleep, he scootched and wrapped his mouth around my cock.  As if he had been a professional cocksucker for years and years.  As if morning dick was becoming his usual breakfast.  He just made himself comfortable inhaling my cock.  I was already super aroused and thought I might cum any moment, but I tried my best to hold back.  I wanted this moment to last.  I wanted to forever be having sex with Matt.  I wanted at any given moment for one of our dicks to be inside the other one’s choice of orifice.  That would make me very happy. 

Apparently he also didn’t want me to cum just like that yet.  Without saying anything he leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube.  Sure enough, his ass and my dick were both lubed and ready to go within a few seconds.  And then he just helped himself to sit on my dick.  Like it was the most natural thing ever. 

He did ride me like a cowboy.  He bounced his naked body up and down on my cock.  I held his asscheeks tight as he bounced.  With every bounce his own erect dick also bounced up and down, spilling his oozing hot precum all over my belly. He eventually collected some of the precum from his hot dick with one finger and then put that gooey finger in my mouth to swallow it.  And that I did.  He then leaned over to kiss me and taste that precum, still bouncing his ass on my dick. 

That was just too much.  I was trying to hold back all this time.  I just couldn’t.  The bouncing, the precum, and now the kiss.  I was gonna explode.  I let go of his asscheeks and instead grabbed his head with both hands.  I squeezed his head into mine as hard as I could.  I forcefully kissed him and came in his ass at the same time.  My entire body was on fire.  He must have sensed me climaxing, and used one hand to grab his cock and give it just a couple of strokes before he also came.  His cum landed in all that little space between his torso and mine.  Most of it landed on my bushy chest, but some clung on the little stubbles of hair on his own chest. 

He had breakfast ready for me by the time I finished showering and dressing for work.  He sat naked across the table, with hints of cum stains still on his chest.  My swimmers were still up his ass.  Life was very sweet. 

The next few days, and the next weekend, just brought more and more sex.  More new positions, more new techniques, more exploring new territories.  I would quietly watch gay porn at lunch break during work, then come home and experiment what I had learned.  Matt also had a few new tricks here and there.  He had already admitted to watching gay porn for inspiration.

The Wednesday night of that following week, the crew from my work was doing one of its usual happy hours at a local bar.  Matt had come to these outings with me a few times.  Everybody from work already knew him.  Well, that Wednesday night I made sure we walked into the bar holding hands.  It was my subtle way of letting them know what was going on.  I don’t know what got into me, but I thought they should know Matt was now my boyfriend, not just a roommate.  It was something between courage, stubbornness, and stupidity that made me do it.

I saw a few people take a notice of the situation.  At some point Matt and I were chatting with Elyse and Caroline.  They were the unofficial social secretaries of the office.  Also a bit of busy bodies, if you ask me. 

“You know, I wasn’t sure if you guys were an item this whole time,” Caroline said out of nowhere.  It was time someone talked about the elephant in the room. Matt and I looked at each other and smirked.

“It’s kinda a new thing,” I answered for both of us.

“Wait, I thought you guys WERE a couple from day one,” Elyse chimed in. “Something new happened?  Did I miss something?”

I explained in so many words that Matt and I were I guess straight otherwise, but then fell in love and here we were.  Not a likely story, but that was the whole truth. 

“Mind blown,” Elyse finally responded.  “I totally thought you guys were the cutest couple this whole time.  But I’m happy that you finally saw in each other what destiny had in mind for you.”

Matt and I exchanged another grin. I was a bit taken back that people had thought I was gay all this time.  Not that anything was wrong with it.  But I guess they saw it before I saw it.

When we got home, I thought it was time I needed to tell my family too.  But not over the phone.  This kind of thing needs to be done in person.  So I called my mom. I had a habit of calling here 2-3 times a week anyways.  And I was due for anther visit back home. 

She commented a few times that even over the phone I sounded more confident and happier.  She had said this a few times, every time we talked over the phone for the past few weeks. She had no idea why, that I was getting butt sex on a regular basis and that I was madly in love with roommate.  I was going to have that conversation with her later.  But I was glad she picked up on my happiness. 

After we sorted out dates and all that for a visit back home, she added: “Matt is coming too, right?  He is a lovely young man.  Please bring him.” 

I guess I did intend to bring Matt along, just that I had not ran it by him.  And maybe also I wasn’t 100% sure Matt needed to be there when I would have ‘the conversation’ with my parents.  What if they didn’t take it well and Matt had to deal with the consequences?

“Yes, I’ll ask if he can come,” I replied.  Truth is, we had not spent any significant time apart except Thanksgiving when he went to see his parents without me. 

“Good, I look forward to seeing you both.”

For the past few days, as I was having more and more sex in all kinds of positions and places with Matt, my mind did not get distracted from all the glorious hair that was growing on his sexy body every single day.  Every morning and evening, as I fucked him or he fucked me, I took a mental inventory of the hair and how much progress we had made.  Every time, I couldn’t wait till next Saturday when it would be time to shave him again.  I had touched every inch of body, hell I had sucked and munched on every inch of body since our last shave, but the power of the buzzer in my hands gave me a most dominant control over him.  And we both craved that dynamic.

Friday night we fucked as soon as I got home, then went out for dinner with some of his old work friends he still kept in touch, then came back home and fucked some more.  He was my new favorite toy to play with.  I couldn’t get enough of him. 

I don’t think I got a wink of sleep all Friday night.  My heart was pounding with anticipation.  I knew come Saturday morning I would get to shave him again.  But this time with an openness of two guys already having sex.  With an openness of two guys referring to each other as boyfriends.  Two guys not just infatuated with each other, but deeply in love with one another. 

Saturday morning eventually came.  Maybe I got 5 minutes of sleep all night.  Instead of the usual kiss to wake him up when I was up first, I had a trick.  I had already brought the buzzer into the bedroom and had hidden it on my side table.  When I couldn’t take it anymore, I picked up the hair buzzer and gave one quick one and off. 

“You fucking horny bastard,” those were the first words that came out of Matt’s mouth, still with his eyes closed and now with a grin from ear to ear.  He stretched his arms up and above him, and tensed his torso tight to shake the sleep off of him.  He had morning wood.  That’s when I jumped on top of him and straddled him.  I kept turning the buzzer on/off and pretended to attack him like a mad psycho killer.  He just chuckled with laughter and totally lost his cool.  He was just a ball of sweetness and sex, melting right under me.  I couldn’t help myself.  I started tickling him like mad.  I let go of the buzzer, used the weight of my body to pin him down, and tickled every single little sensitive part of his body.  And he just wiggled like a little boy, totally unable to control his laughter.  Oh, I was so in love. 

Eventually we both came up for air.  I was debating whether to suck him off now, or after I shaved him.  The truth is, I preferred him all barren down there.  I loved licking his naked balls and pubic area, and the little bit of hair was getting in the way.

I got up and stood next to him next to the bed.  I stretched my arm in his direction, inviting him to join me.  With a huge grin, he accepted the invite and used my open hand to get out of bed.  He was going to submit his body to me so I could shave him, touch him, and love him even more.  He was all mine.

We walked hand in hand into the bathroom, where it all started.  Where the first time I saw him peeing, the first time I saw him shaving, the first of many times I shaved yet another body part of his.  Even the first time he attacked me and fucked me in the ass as I watched myself in the mirror. 

I turned the buzzer on.  I had made sure it was fully charged already the night before.  As always, I started with his back.  That little tuft of hair in between his shoulder blades that had been the gateway to all the other body parts.  I already knew every single follicle of hair in that area so well.  I have had so much practice there. I could name each hair follicle individually.

I shaved that area like a champ, buzzing with one hand, and using the other hand to wipe off the fallen hairs.  He was clean.  He was fully clean from all hair on his back.  It was time for the front. 

I made him turn around to face me.  Unsurprisingly, he had a full erection going.  I don’t know if it was his morning wood that never went away, or again he was so aroused by the shaving.  I looked down, and I had a matching boner.  It was that easy getting erections around Matt, but even more specially since I was once again shaving him.

Just then, looking at these raging boners, I got an idea.  Why not combine shaving and sex?  I didn’t know how, but I was determined to explore it.  I tuned the buzzer off.  Matt looked puzzled.  I grabbed his hand and took him to my bedroom.  I instructed him to lay down flat on his back, with his head toward me and the legs away from me.  He looked puzzled yet intrigued.  I guess he thought he was gonna get totally shaven before we would have our morning sex.  He didn’t offer any resistance, just intrigue.  He did as I told him to do.

When he was flat on his back, I climbed on top of the bed.  I straddled on top of his head and planted my ass on his face. He knew that was his signal to start munching.  And that he did.  He went to task right away, licking all the overnight sweat and musk off of my butthole.  Oh, that sweet tongue of his, licking my most sensitive part.  I could just stay right there, jerk myself and cum in like 30 seconds.  I was that horny.  But I had other plans.

As my ass was being eaten out splendidly, I grabbed the buzzer and turned it on.  I had to muster all the attention and force of a steady hand as I started to shave his chest.  He ate my ass and I shaved his left chest, then his right chest.  He continued to eat my ass and I lifted his left arm to shave his armpit, then continued to his right armpit.  I was still straddling him and getting eaten as I bent forward a bit to shave his tight six pack.  Each time I would make a pass with the buzzer, then use my other hand to brush off all the hair.  I had the perfect excuse to touch him over and over again.

By the time I needed to shave his pubic area, I couldn’t comfortably reach all the down there while straddling his face.  I got up a bit, tilted my pelvis, and fed him my boner down his throat.  He was more than glad to start working on my cock, now that my asshole was shiny and clean. 

With this new position, I leaned forward and grabbed his erection to both position myself, and to get it out of the way so I could shave his pubic hair.  In between buzzing, I started to stroke his dick too.  Slowly but surely, some of his precum started dripping off and gliding down off the sides of my tight fist around his cock.  I had to make sure all the gooey liquid did not land on the pubic area to interfere with the shaving, so I intermittently licked the precum off before it could reach the base.  Eventually his pubic area was all clean and shaven.  It will time for the balls. 

Hmm, this awkward position was not good to reach the balls.  Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went around the corner to sit in between his legs.  He understood the assignment, and spread his legs as wide as he could to let me in.  This gave me a full view of his erection, his balls, and his taint as it dug into his crack below.  I had devious intentions for all those body parts.  I was going to shave him, and then I was going to have him. He was mine.  All mine.

I cupped his balls with my left hand to steady them and started shaving them with my right hand.  I rolled his nuts in his ballsac, to get the tightest skin for a better shave.  He was getting a balls massage and a shave all at the same time.  By the soft moans, and that steady stiffie cock, he was enjoying every moment of it.  Those balls were clean in no time, front back and sides. 

Once again he understood the assignment.  He instinctively lifted his legs up and above him, giving me full access to his taint and his crack.  I’ve been here many times already in the past 2 weeks, fucking, kissing, and licking every inch so many times.  But I had shaved his ass only that one time. 

I had half a mind just to stop this ritual of shaving and just fuck him right then and there.  I was so horny, no matter how many times we had fucked over and over again these past few days.  His hole was just beckoning my cock.  Or my tongue.  Or both.  But no, I had to control myself.  I had to finish my task.  I had to shave it all.  And I was going to enjoy every bit of it. 

I had become so much more comfortable with his nether regions since the last time I had shaved him.  I was no longer the straight roommate intruder.  I was the boyfriend now.  I was the yin to his yang.  I had become the key to his lock.  Of course I would have unlimited access to his most private parts.  Of course it was all mine for the taking.  So much had happened in just two weeks. 

Here goes.  The last little parts.  But the ones with the most significance.  I started with the top of his taint, where his balls had already been shaven off.  I did a few smooth passes left and right and center.  With every pass I approached his crack and butthole area more.  Eventually I was there.  I was at his butthole.  Not much had grown there in the past 2 weeks.  I already knew that.  I was eating out his ass almost every day now.  My face had been buried there so many times.  But I was going to shave it all off.  Until he was as smooth as the day he was born. 

It was all gone.  All his hair was done.  Balls, taint, ass, and of course his entire pubic area and everywhere around his cock.  Even his abs and chest.  He was all shaven. 

I just couldn’t take the tease any more.  I couldn’t hold back.  Two weeks ago, when I was done shaving his ass, I had asked his permission before I went any further.  I did no such thing this time.  I just went for it.  He was all mine.  I could do with him anything my heart desired.  I had permanent permission to make his body my toy.  For my pleasure, and his. 

So I dug in.  No sooner than I had turned the buzzer off and put it aside, my face was deep up his crack.  My face cheeks met his asscheeks, and my tongue met his rosebud.  Oh, the taste of overnight ass funk.  He tasted like a real man.  It was a mixture of sweat, swamp, and testosterone.  With an extra dose of musk.  I loved eating him out in the morning like that, before he would shower it all off and get rid of all this deliciousness.  I made sure I inhaled all the scent, as my tongue dug deeper and deeper to get more of his taste.  Damn, all this shaving had gotten me extra horny, not that it would be a surprise at this point in the story. 

I had to dig my tongue deeper.  Partially I wanted to get ever more of a taste of him, and partially I wanted to penetrate him already and my tongue was already there.  I wanted any part of my body to be inside his body, and my tongue was already reporting for duty.  He had a virgin sphincter just two weeks ago, but all this relentless fucking we had done in the past two weeks, his ass was much more accommodating.  Yes, he relaxed and I was let in.  I was tasting the inside of him.  It was the first time I had gotten this deep. 

Just then a surge of hormones took over my body.  I was going to cum.  The shave, the musk, and the new tongue fucking all was too much to handle.  I pulled back my face and knelt in front of his raised ass.  I was going to cum right on his asshole.  That was going to be my target for practice.  Sure enough, as soon as I got into the position, my insides burst open.  Gobs of fresh morning cum squirted out of my dick all over his hole and asscheeks.  Even though I had cum twice just last night, this morning’s load was huge.  It covered his entire crack and started to slip down his crack to slide over his upside down back. 

Yet once again, Matt understood the assignment.  As he saw me get ready to shoot, he grabbed his dick and gave it just a few little strokes before he shot his load too just seconds after me.  He had been edged this whole time, and was waiting for the right moment to climax.  His load shot out of his dick, with his pelvis all upside down, and sprayed his chest and neck and face.  It was a glorious sight. 

Before I would let go of this moment, I figured I copycat Matt from two weeks ago.  I leaned over and slurped up all my cum from his crack and ass.  I then lowered his legs and slurped all of his cum from his chest and neck and face.  I had two men’s load in my mouth. 

I leaned over and kissed him. Yet again, Matt understood the assignment. He opened his mouth and allowed all that protein to slide into his mouth.  Rather that swallow it, he pushed it back into my mouth and swirled it around with his tongue.  Our DNA’s had merged, and we were savoring the flavors of our ejaculations together.  We rolled our tongues around each other until all that semen got absorbed back into our mouths.  It was all gone.  We had mixed our DNAs together and had recycled it back into our bodies.  Closed cycle. 

It was only after all the cum was gone that I finally collapsed next to him.  I leaned my head on his shoulder as we both lay there and stared at the ceiling.  I reached out and grabbed his cock.  It had finally gone soft after all the edging and the cumming.  Yet it still oozed some after-cum from his peehole.  I played with his soft cock for my pleasure.  Nothing sexy.  I just liked holding it even if it wasn’t something terribly sexual.  I didn’t have to play with his cock only when it was hard.  I could play with it just because I could. 

[Shit!  At this point in my second re-read I came up with a brand new story.  It is all there in my mind to write down.  But I have to re-read and proofread this story a few more times before I can start on that one.  I will be a hot new story!]

Eventually he got up and made us our morning coffees.  We enjoyed that in bed.  Our morning wasn’t done yet. I knew that in the shower I was going to get to shave his legs with the razor.  And I could just predict that some hanky-panky would happen there as well.  Double header that morning.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if we had done it so many times in the past, when Matt and I finished our morning coffees we got up and went to the shower together.  All without saying a word or coordinating it. As soon as the water was running and we had taken turns getting wet, I reached out for the shaving cream.  I knew my assignment pretty well too. 

I knelt down in front of him.  Usually I was sucking him by this point when we were both naked.  And his reborn boner was all the evidence that he was ready for it.  But I was there to shave his leg.  I lathered his left leg all up and down, front and back, inside and out.  I loved touching him over every single inch of his body, and the shaving cream made it so much more fun.

I couldn’t resist myself any more.  Before grabbing the razor, I grabbed his dick and shoved it in my mouth.  I just couldn’t resist.  I was right there and it had my name on it.  I sucked him for a good 5 minutes.  And he just leaned back and let me have his crotch.  But then I saw the shaving cream was getting to be not so fresh. 

I let go of his cock in my mouth and grabbed the razor, finally.  I shaved every crevice of his left leg, thigh, and calf.  Every inch was covered at least once.  I had touched all of it, all the while being cognizant of his erect dick just an inch away from my mouth. 

When I finished the left leg, I restarted on his cock.  Heavens, it felt so good when it was deep in my throat.  All this time I never had dick, and now I was craving it and trying to compensate for missed times.  But I also did not want to have him finish right there either.  I still had to do his right leg.  

Again, begrudgingly, I let go of his dick and applied shaving cream all over his right leg.  I made sure to apply and re-apply everywhere.  His thick muscles, from years of swimming, were yummy and juicy.  I could adore his physique all day every day.  I grabbed the razor and performed the same ritual worship of shaving his right leg.  I made sure I touched everything, everywhere.  No part of his body was safe from me.  I still couldn’t believe I had total access to this hot man.  That he was my boyfriend.  That we already lived together, that we will be having so much sex yet to come. 

When I was done shaving the right side, I was going to go back to sex.  All this shaving, and his cock flinging around right about my face.  I was so horny already, even though we had just cum like less than an hour ago.  But when you’re young and horny, you need it more and more.

This time I needed his cock some place better.  I was gonna shove it up my ass.  I needed to ride his cock, right there in the shower.  The lube was in the bedroom, and I was too wet and too horny to go get it.  I had to improvise.  I grabbed the hair conditioner bottle, yes, this will do. 

I applied some of that cream to his dick, some to my ass, and then pushed him to the shower wall.  I bent down in front of him, and guided his dick inside of me until he was all the way in.  I still remember the first time he had fucked me in the ass, right here in front of the mirror in the bathroom.  That time he had ambushed me.  This time I was the one doing the ambushing, treating him like a toy with a cock that needed to go up my ass.  Yes, I needed that dick in me. 

I proceeded to help myself to his cock.  I thrusted back and forth to fuck myself on his cock.  He was just leaning back against the wall, letting me finish my ambush.  My own knees and hips were doing all the work, all the work of getting fucked.  I had become one bossy bottom in that scenario.  I was a straight boy until two weeks ago, but now I was shoving Matt’s cock up my ass like it was going to be the last thing I ever did.  Two weeks ago I was too shy to jerk off and cum in front of him; I had to go back to my own room to finish the deed.  And now I was shoving his dick up my ass like it was the most comfortable and natural thing to do. 

Matt reached around and grabbed my cock.  My hips thrusting back and forth also helped him jerk me while I was fucking myself.  What a fantastic moment.  After 5 minutes of this, I was ready.  I was going to cum.  Dick up my ass, and a hand on my dick, all belonging to Matt, I was being overstimulated.  Yup, the jizz started making its way from my balls into my prostate and out of my peehole.  I splattered through Matt’s hand all over the shower door.  I heard very loud moans from behind me, and I could see his body tensing up.  I was still new to this, but I knew he was cumming too.  By the way he collapsed on my back, yes, he just came up my ass.  Another perfect buttfucking session.  We were getting to be good at this new thing.

We did eventually make it out of the apartment.  We had our bagel, walked in Central Park, and then came back home to rest and grab lunch.  We had sex 3 more times that day.

The next morning, Sunday, also started with sex in bed before anything else.  I admired fucking his once-again hairless body.  Later on Sunday afternoon we went to the gym for our routine.  We met in the locker room after separate work outs, me by the weights, and him swimming (hairless) for an hour. 

We went into adjacent shower stalls.  It had been an effort not getting an erection seeing Matt naked with his muscles extra toned after his swimming session.  But the locker room was no place for a boner. 

As soon as I turned the water on and walked under the stream to wet myself, I heard the shower curtain quickly make a ruffle.  I opened my eyes and Matt was inside the shower stall with me.  Holy shit!  Right there in the gym.  What the fuck was he doing?!?  Here?  In the gym?  Holy fuck!!!

Before I could offer any opinions on the matter, he knelt down and shoved my entire cock into his mouth in one move.  The whole thing happened in like a split second, and here I was getting a blowjob in the shower stall at the gym.  Oh fuck!

This was so wrong, yet so right and erotic all at the same thing.  I had heard about gay guys cruising in the steam room at the gym.  It had never happened to me.  But my boyfriend was blowing me in the gym.  Come to think of it, it was the first time we were having sex outside of our apartment.  And Matt had decided to use a risky yet sexy location for that. 

At this point, why resist?  I grabbed his gorgeous head and started pumping my entire pelvis into his mouth.  My cock was going deeper and deeper.  The taboo of the situation made me overstimulated again.  I wasn’t going to last much longer.  I didn’t.  Still trying to be quiet lest we get caught, I shot my load into his throat with no warning.  He was a champ.  He could take it.  He had swallowed me so many times already, he was getting used to it.  I had swallowed him many times too, so our protein exchange was net zero.

Matt took it all in his throat.  He did not let go until I was completely finished.  I even grabbed my dick and milked the last few drops into his mouth.  He swallowed it all.  That horny bastard.  He got up and kissed me on the lips.  There was no cum left in his mouth, but he sure tasted like it. 

After a few kisses, he peeked outside of the shower curtain, and when he saw the coast was clear he left my shower stall and went into his own.  I couldn’t believe we just had sex in the gym.  And that was not going to be the last time that happened.  No sir, a million little scenarios ran through my mind for future escapades. 

Our travel plans to Minnesota to visit my family were coming up.  That night before our flight, I called my mom again.  I was going to come out to her in person, but not over the phone.  Wow, was I really using that phrase “coming out”?  Was I gay, or just in love with Matt?  I didn’t know, I was so confused.  Ever since falling in love with Matt and having sex together, I was getting to appreciate the male physique more and more.  I was even watching gay porn secretly.  At first I was watching to learn what I should do with Matt.  But by now I was watching it because I enjoyed it.  I even got to know some of the more familiar actors.  The idea of fucking a vagina was such a remote and borderline foreign idea now. 

“Mom, I know when I come visit, there is always lots of family together time.  Do you think I can have a quiet conversation with you at some point?” I asked her.  I got her ready for a conversation, without telling her too much. 

“Oh, of course sweetie.  I hope everything is OK.  Is Matt still coming?  We would love to see him again.” 

“Yes, Matt is fine and he’s excited to come too.”  I guess I needed to reassure her.  Funny how she went straight to Matt when I opened up about having a conversation.  But her concern was about making sure he was being included.

“Good, Oh, your dad and I can’t wait.  I’ll pick you guys up at the airport at the usual spot?”

“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you sweetie.  And kisses to Matt.”  Really, she was more obsessed with him than I was.

Well, there was also the question of sleeping arrangements.  Normally when my buddies from college came to visit, and even for Matt’s last visit, my buddies always slept in the guest bedroom across the hallway from my bedroom.  That’s what straight guys do.  But I had so totally gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as Matt.  The idea that he would have to spend the nights in a separate bedroom was very unsettling.  But I guess at least for now I had to put up with it.  Or at least until I told my parents about us and then maybe he would be allowed to sleep in my bedroom with me.  But none of this I could discuss with my mom over the phone.  We had to get there and see what happens.

The next day, Matt and I boarded the plane to Minnesota.  We had gotten used to holding hands everywhere we went in New York.  Even though we didn’t think of ourselves in terms of being gay, there was much more openness in New York and nobody cared whose hands you were holding. 

Matt and I got off the plane and walked most of the airport holding hands as usual.  My mom usually picked me up at the airport at the car waiting area.  I knew I had to let go of Matt’s hand before we got to the car where she would be waiting. I planned to tell her about us in words when the moment was right, as opposed to telling my coworkers in action as we did back at that happy hour episode. 

Well, mom had other plans.  She was not waiting in the car as usual.  Instead, she was waiting for us at the baggage claim area.  Not knowing this, Matt and I just walked right in front of her still holding hands like the lovers that we were.  Oops!

What came next was not what I expected at all.  She had two red heart-shaped balloons with her.  She was there to greet us.  Both of us. She knew what she was doing.

She rushed to me and gave me a huge hug.  I could feel her trying to hold herself from bursting into tears of happiness.  Not even ten seconds into this warm hug, she turned around and grabbed Matt and forced him into a 3 way hug. She buried her head in between our shoulders. From the corner of my eyes, in the midst of all this jubilation, I caught Matt’s gaze.  He also looked he was trying to hold back tears.  This was not what I had scripted in my mind, but I couldn’t have written the story line any better. 

Eventually mom came up for air and let go of the hug.  She faced Matt.

“Thank you so much for making my little boy here so happy,” she told Matt. 

“Thank you Mrs. Christensen,” Matt replied.

“Oh, please, it’s Joanne.  You’re family now.”

When we got to the house, dad was back from work and waiting for us.  I did catch mom giving my dad a very subtle but knowing nod.  Dad got the message immediately, his eyes lit up, and started being even more enthusiastic than usual.  He approached Matt before he even greeted me. 

“Welcome, welcome.  So glad you could come,” Dad told Matt.  What started with a handshake quickly morphed into a bear hug.  Matt did not know where all this was coming from. He was not used to all this Midwestern friendliness.  But I saw more than friendliness.  I saw acceptance.  I saw family harmony.  I saw love all around.  I was just dumbfounded.  This was not at all how imagined things to go. 

Eventually my dad peeled himself off Matt and came to give me a hug as well.  He was always super friendly and super loving, but I couldn’t remember that last time he was this enthusiastic. 

After all that curbside hugs and kisses, we all made our way inside the house.  I escorted Matt upstairs to go put our luggage in the bedrooms.  Mom always made a point of putting freshly washed and folded towels on my bed whenever I came back to visit, and she did the same for the guest room whenever a buddy came back with me.  As soon as I entered my room, I saw two sets of freshly folded towels on my bed.  Matt and I didn’t know what to make of this.  I walked down the hallway to the guest room.  The door was mostly closed, there were no fresh towels, and the AC was off.  She had not gotten that room ready for a visitor.  She just knew Matt would be staying in my room with me.  My heart was about to melt. 

I didn’t grow up liking boys.  I never identified as gay. I never knew the pain and agony that some people go through with the whole coming out process.  Of course I had a few friends who happened to be gay, and there is always whatever movie or TV series with a gay character.  But coming out is not something I had to struggle with myself.  And now that I did need to tell my parents I was in love with a boy, the whole thing was so easy thanks to my loving parents.  I am blessed to have them as my parents.  I am blessed to be in love in Matt.

Later that night, after dinner, Matt and my dad went back to the living room to catch the end of the game on TV.  I, as usual, helped my mom with dinner clean up.  This is the time of the evening I had planned to use to come out to my mom.  But at this point, I didn’t need to.  Instead, I opened with a different line of conversation. 

“Mom, how did you know?” I asked.

“Know what?” she replied.

I didn’t think she was trying to be coy with me.  Since I had approached the topic out of the blue, perhaps she didn’t immediately make the connection.

“How did you know that I am… that… I am like, in a relationship with Matt?”  No matter how many times I had rehearsed, I still couldn’t say the word ‘gay’ when talking about myself.  

“Oh, sweetie, a mom always knows,” she replied with such ease and calm as she continued to wash the dishes. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m your mom.  I have raised you from the day you were born.  It is my job to know these things.”

“Really?  Like, how?”

“Oh, there were signs. From when you were a kid, when you were a teenager.”

Wait wait wait wait wait!  What was she talking about? I was asking her when did she figure out that Matt and I had fallen in love these past few months, and she was telling me she had figured out I was gay back in high school???  What?!?  I tried to calm my nerves down as we continued to talk, still cleaning up the kitchen as we went along. 

“I…,” I didn’t know how to proceed, what to say.

“Sweetie, we love you just the way you are.  Yes, there were little signs here and there.  You loved to make cupcakes with me as a little boy instead of playing rough.  Your room was always tidy and clean.  Even right now, you prefer to be helpful in the kitchen with me rather than go watch the game with the boys.  I don’t care one way or another, as long as you’re happy.”

“Thanks mom,” I replied.  That was the least I could have said.

“I wasn’t sure if you were or weren’t,” she didn’t use the word ‘gay’ neither.  “At the end of the day, who cares?  It’s nobody’s business but yours.  My one and only concern was that you would find happiness and love.  And with Matt, I can see that you did.  Even the last time you both came to visit, your whole body language was different.  You were on cloud 9.  The two of you were like little lovebirds; you had to be a fool not to see it. And now that I know for sure you’re in love, a mother can take a breath of relief knowing her son has found his soulmate.”

I couldn’t hold back any more.  I burst into tears.  Never in a million years did I see this part of my life coming.  I was being showered with love by Matt and my parents alike.  I ran to my mom and gave her a huge hug.  She embraced me back with that motherly warmth that was always so soothing. 

“Mom, I love you.  And dad.  You guys are the best.”

“Oh, you’re the best son we could have hoped for.  We are so proud of you.  And we love Matt and how he makes you so happy.  Sweetie, our love for you is unconditional.”

Just then Matt and my dad walked into the kitchen.  I am not sure if they heard all the commotion of my sobbing, or if the game had ended and had come to join us.  My mom signaled for my dad to come and join the hug. 

“Come Matt, it’s a family hug. You’re part of the family now.”

Poor Matt did not know what hit him.  He joined us for a four-way hug, with my mom and I in the middle.  There was so much love in that room.

After that we all went back to the den, each one with a cocktail or a glass of wine in hand.  Matt and I explained to them how neither one was really gay growing up, but we had fallen in love and we were fine with taking physical liberties with each other.  If I read correctly in between the lines, my parents had thought that Matt and I had been a couple from day one, not something that developed later as a result of living with each other.  Huh!

Later that night it was time for bed.  It was such a surreal and bizarre experience having Matt with me in my bedroom, in my bed.  All the other times other buddies had come to visit, and even for Matt’s last visit, they all stayed in the guest bedroom.  I never had anyone stay in my bedroom with me.  A couple of times in high school when my parents were away, I had snuck a girl in to have sex, but nobody had ever stayed the night with me in the bedroom I had grown up in.  I was not used to sharing that space with anyone. 

Matt got into the bed naked.  I was already naked.  We were always naked when with each other.  First he came and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.  But before I knew it, he crawled under the cover and planted his face on my dick.  I wasn’t even hard, or in an erotic mood being back in my childhood bedroom.  For sure this was not the time to make too much noise when my parents were home.  Something about this taboo got me aroused right away.  I didn’t plan to have sex visiting my parents’ home, but then again I was a horny 23 year old with an equally horny 23 year old boyfriend. 

Matt knew all my kinky spots, all the moves that got me going.  The whole thing was so unexpected, so taboo, so erotic, that I shot my load in less than a minute. That was an amateur move.  But I couldn’t help myself.  Matt knew my body so well, and he could make me cum on command just like that. He swallowed every last bit of cum from my dick, then squeezed the shaft a few more times to milk all my semen out.  He came out of the covers, gave me another quiet and subtle kiss on the lips.  I could smell and taste my cum in him.  He then turned around and made me spoon him. 

Not in a million years.  Never ever did I think I would have a guy in this bed.  Never ever did I think my parents would be so cool about it.  Never ever did I think I would have the love of my life cuddle up with me like this in this house. 

The next day we all did a hike, then brunch, then another stroll downtown.  My parents, without being too nosey or inquisitive, tried to keep the conversation going with Matt.  They learned so much about his upbringing, his parents, his hometown, the swim team, and his future in law school. Heck, there was a lot more stuff I didn’t know myself, but I never thought about asking. 

That night it was me who slid under the covers to suck Matt off dry.  Not terribly original, but considering where we were, it’s the best I could do.  This was not the time or space for a good loud powerful assbanging.  We had to keep it hush.

Back home from our trip, Matt and I could not wait to attack one another.  Those 2 little blowjobs were not enough to satisfy our urges.  As soon as we entered our apartment, we went at it like horny rabbits. Pieces of clothing flew off, all kinds of body parts went into other body parts, and much cum was squirted in and out of all kinds of orifices.  We were so horny we did the whole thing right there in the living room; we never made it to the bedroom.

The following week Matt finally took his LSATs and started applying to law schools. My dad’s connections got him some interviews with a few choice schools.  In the meantime, one of the lawyers from his old law firm that he used to work at as a paralegal reached out to him.  Matt went to work there as a law clerk until he would hear back from the law schools.

I have to say, I missed having Matt stay home all day waiting for me to come back home. He always made the most delicious meals for me.  He was always horny and ready for sex.  He always showered me with love and lust.  But then again, it was also good for him to go out there and be productive.  We didn’t need the money from his salary, but it was good for him to feel productive. 

That critical day finally came.  He got his acceptance letter.  He got accepted into NYU Law School, arguably one of the most prestigious schools in the nations.  I’m sure a lot of it was his near perfect LSAT score, and the recommendation letters he had.  But I think some of it was also my dad’s connection.  My dad was always amazing with his network of connections he used to move things around behind the scenes.  That guy is amazing.  And going to NYU Law School meant that he didn’t have to leave New York.  The irony was not lost on either one of us that it was Matt who got to go to NYU after all, even though it was his ex-girlfriend’s NYU nursing school that had brought him to New York to begin with. 

I bought Matt some nice new supplies for law school.  But I also found this amazing gift that was absolutely designed for Matt and me.  It was a barber chair that also reclined backwards.  It came with stirrups where you could put up the legs high up when the chair was tilted.  Maybe it was a medical chair after all.  It was a perfect gadget for our shaving routine.

Instead of shaving him in the bathroom, or in the bedroom, I made Matt sit in this chair, legs high up in the stirrups.  This way I could access all his hairy parts all at one time with perfect exposure.  Better yet, I used to put my erect dick up his ass and fuck him as I shaved his chest and belly.  I could then bend down and shave his pubes, his balls, and his ass all at once as he was still leaning back with full view.  I would invariably then dig my face in his freshly shaven ass and eat him out, capping it with more fucking until we both came.  Or sometimes I would climb up on the chair and sit on his dick and let him fuck me until we both came.  The shaving always led to immediate fucking and cumming.  We even sometimes used the chair when there was no shaving involved.  That chair was the best thing I ever bought.  

One of the other issues we tackled was law school tuition.  Matt had received a decent scholarship, but not enough to cover all the costs.  And NYU was expensive.  Matt’s parents didn’t have the finances to cover the costs.  I was making a nice living to support both of us, but not for this added expense.  It was only then that I remembered my mother’s words from the first time Matt and I went to visit, before we had started hooking up.  She had told me back then that her and my dad were there to support both Matt and me.  Her words finally made sense to me.  She was such a smart lady to be able to see that far into the future.

My dad covered all the extra costs of law school for Matt.  It was as though he was their other son.  When Matt graduated law school and got a real job, he then supported me through business school.  We didn’t need my parents for that, even though they offered. The cycle was complete. 

On a beach vacation in the Maldives at the end of business school, I got on one knee and proposed to Matt.  It wasn’t a question of if, it was a question of when.  And the time was right.  And the rest was history. 

We did eventually get comfortable with the ‘gay’ label rather than two guys who had fallen in love with each other.  Yes, I indeed found the male body more attractive than the female body.  We started making new gay friendships and got involved with the gay scene in New York. While our growing up experience was different than most others in the gay community, we were there at the same spot at the end.  And I was extra lucky to have such loving and accepting parents. 

Matt and I kept our routine of shaving him down every couple of weeks, even when law school was too busy for him to swim on a regular basis.  He liked to give control of his body to me, to let me strip him of all hint of roughness.  He, in turn, liked me bushy.  He liked burying his face in my hairy asshole and lick it all around.  He liked licking off my hairy chest from any spilled cum, his or mine, as he wrestled his tongue in that bushy blonde hair.  Sometimes he would swallow the cum, sometimes he would share it with me.  He especially liked putting my entire hairy nutsac in his mouth and roll my bushy balls around his cheeks.  I liked doing all that to him after he was shaven all clean and his skin was as smooth as a baby’s ass. 

Our wedding was in one of those fancy barn houses turned chic venue in the Hudson Valley.  Many of our straight buddies from college and our respective frats came with their girlfriends and wives.  Many of our new gay friends were there too.  The rest, well, happily ever after as they say. 

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Thanks for indulging me with my longest story ever.  Wow, just the first writing took 3 months.  And then all the proofreading, editing, and rewriting.  Thanks to the handful of trusted online buddies who also helped with copy edits. 

Yes, this story was a labor of love.  Love between two guys who set out on a journey not knowing where they would end up.  And as usual, the seduction of straight men in my specialty. 

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