Something Different

This is the kind of guy I am. When I hit the wall or an author’s block, I start something new. Hence; ‘Something Different.’ If you are reading me for the first time; you have missed so… much. You can go back and read non-fiction under RJC: Robby and Ryan. Or you can read, fiction; The Start. I have, and always encourage, readers to comment and vote; check the heart recommending it to other readers, and enjoy. RJC.

  It was the same path we had run on for years and I felt the sweat in my eyes, the burning in my calves, and I could hear him breathing one step behind to my right. Nate, or Nathan. We had been best friends since we were ten.

But yesterday something different happened. Now eight years later we were eighteen with graduation and college looming in the near future. Yesterday we did something that would change everything. He knew he was hot and so did I; because we were, in totally different ways.

Nate had dark hair with blue eyes where I was dirty blond with darker blue eyes. His legs had black curly hair where mine were almost smooth. We were both in shape with biceps that popped like half cantaloupes from our arms and the rest of our bodies fell in line. Yesterday we touched each other in a different way for the first time even though I had wanted to touch him like that for years.

It was around fifteen when we got hard in front of the other for the first time and by the time we turned sixteen we would jack off together. It wasn’t something we planned or talked about and didn’t do it every time we stayed at the others house. And as the world turned we turned seventeen. We had touched each other, but only with our hands and only our dicks.  

He was spending the night and showering while I watched free videos on my phone thinking about him. With just a towel around his waist, I looked up as he scrubbed his face then scratching over the dark hair with his fingers. I looked at his face; eyes now open watching mine as they dropped down to the towel that was a litter bigger than I wished for.

I was in a daze when he hopped over me grabbing my phone in the process as he landed next to me on my bed. He studied my phone than me. I was looking at his towel that wasn’t doing a good job of hiding anything anymore. Nate had one of those dicks that curves away from his body where mine swings up to hover above my navel.

He gets as hard as I do but it’s kind of funny how it is the opposite of mine. We have this thing when one of us jacks the other off; but the way, we want. There have been times when I’ve made him cum in only a few minutes and others when I have taken hours. He has done the same to me loving every minute of it.  

His eyes followed mine then back to my phone. And he turned the sound up shifting a little. “I didn’t use all the hot water. Wanna get clean, Cam?” He asked.

I was fuckin dumbstruck and ashamed because he saw the two guys sucking each other off and we could both hear the sounds. I numbly nodded getting up walking to the shower. I looked at my naked self in the mirror. I did like what I saw. I’m six feet tall depending on the convenience store I walk in to. I have weighted 175 for the last year and drum roll, with a little more time I should hit a solid eight inches.

Nate is close to my size; he makes fun of me because I shave my balls and over the past two years I have shaved my pubes into a heart, diamond, A square, and triangle. He did give me the eye when I shaved everything. Nate wanted to but was afraid so he allowed me to shave his balls the first time and that’s when I knew.

I tried not letting it show as I was on my knees laughing. It was kind of funny because I was hard as a rock, he was too, with that curved dick of his aimed at my mouth. I had to push it up so I could get to the balls I’d never been that close to before. Eye to eye; if you will.

I realized as I’m sure he did. I held a razor to his balls and at that moment he trusted me; what choice did he have? I think he knew what I was positive of; that curved dick will find its way into my mouth, someday. I did run my tongue over his well-shaven balls only to identify a hair I might have missed. I did spend more time than I needed and he made me suffer later.

And here we were this morning running on a trail we had so many times before like last night didn’t happen. And all I wanted to do was talk about it. I’d shaved my own balls and Nate had taken to doing the same. So when I came back in pulling the towel from my waist only to slowly dry my hair with him watching video’s the whole time. 

“Cameron?”  He never called me that. It was always, Cam or CJ. He curled his finger, I had never seen that look in his eye before, and all I could do was walk towards him as he positioned himself.

The towel he was wearing had fallen away and the gay porn on my phone was dis-guarded. His hands rested on my hips as he looked up at me from his seated position. I don’t know if he was asking permission or letting me know I had no choice.

He started licking me standing before him. He ran his tongue between the lines defining my abs, pushed my dick out of the way with his chin so he could make his way up to drive me crazy with this tongue trying to make its way through my belly button into my stomach.

At some point I found myself on my back, him still exploring with his tongue. We looked at each other but hadn’t spoken as he spent an hour never taking me into his mouth. It was gonna be like that.

He was turning my first blow job into one of his torturous handjobs that seemed to give both of us such great relief. Nate leaned over me trailing with lips and tongue as kisses and licks found everything but my lips or dick. We had never done anything like this, never touched anything but cocks and this was heaven. I had never been touched or felt like this by anyone.

Then it happened. I felt my swollen head slide between his front teeth and he kind of chewed on it in almost a painful way. I had never had my dick sucked or fucked a girl and I’m sure if Nate had I would have known.

I wanted to reach for him but that’s not how we did it. We put ourselves in the hand of the other, or mouth now, turning over the power of when and how the other would allow us to cum. It was so… fuckin hot. I watched him explore my steel shaft with his mouth; a hand feeling my chest like he had never done before. If I haven’t said it was hot; it was.

When he jacked me off I knew better than to move wanting to get off because he would just take even more time before he’d let me cum. I wanted to put my hand on the back of his head to set a speed and wanted to thrust up so I could make it over that hurdle exploding like I always did but this time in his mouth.

He could tell when I was getting close then would slow knowing what he was doing to me. It was the same evil enjoyment that I experienced doing it to him. I said his name and a hand covered my mouth. When he was confident I would remain silent he went back to the business at hand, my cock in his mouth.

I could tell by his body; the breathing, he’d been sweating even though he wasn’t really exerting himself, he was ready to let me cum and I knew he would too. That’s when he stopped and repositioned himself between my legs.

Now he was exploring my full balls with his tongue then Nate pulled one into his mouth and sucked like trying to get a thick milkshake up a straw. I felt his hands on my inner thighs nudging them further apart as he sucked the other ball into his mouth. It hurt in the best way. I was dying here. I could feel teeth scraping as he used his tongue to separate my balls in his mouth.

I couldn’t help it; I rested my hand on the back of his head just to show him how much I approved and appreciated what he was doing. I didn’t push but just kind of stroked his hair. He dropped my balls and I knew he was looking up at me even though my eyes were closed. I lifted my head a little as he came into focus and he was smiling at me in a way no one has ever before.

My head fell back as he started sucking just the skin of my ball sack and his thumb ran over the few inches to my hole only to be replaced with his tongue and teeth as he started chewing along with pushing his chin hard up and down between my cheeks.

Nate’s hands pushed my legs further apart and he laughed seeing my now visible hole that I had taken to shaving. Then his laughter stopped. I’d felt the tickle of his spit trickling down and I was sure there was a puddle under my back. His tongue just barely brushed across it and I almost came off the bed. He spent five minutes doing that along with further exploration of the area around it.  

It was the best and the worst. I was afraid he would put a finger in me; maybe something bigger. Then I wondered if that’s what he wanted to do or if that’s what I wanted him to do. My balls had pulled up several times and dropped; they were pumped up for the last time, had swollen with his hand cupping them, and he used some moves that in the last two hours were new. He was beside me and had been dripping on my leg as he introduced me to a blow job orgasm.

He choked on me as hot splashes from him creamed my leg; I think he even coated my balls. Sucking me made him cum. I was fuckin dying; how hot is that? He continued nursing on my convulsing cock for another five minutes and didn’t let up. As his smiling face hovered over mine I didn’t have to reach up and bring his lips to mine.

He kissed me. It wasn’t a peck on the lips but wasn’t something more. “Was it ok?” he asked with a shy smile when all I could think about was; you kissed me.

I had never been this close to him, his face hovering over mine, never looked at the true color of his eyes and he was doing the same.

I started to smile and broke out in a laugh as my head fell and I’m sure my eyes rolled back. “Ever thought of teaching a class?” I asked with him on his back next to me. He didn’t laugh.

I rolled over on top of him, “Nathan?” and now I pinned him. He’d spent three hours draining the tap and I didn’t have another in me. I leaned down kissing his face then lips. I had no words to describe what he’d done and how it made me feel.

He’d licked me clean; everything that was mine and his deposit on me. I rolled off and after covering turned off the light cuddling up to my best friend, Nathen. And here we were this morning running like we had so many times before with me wanting to return the favor from last night.

I dropped back two steps and now I was where he was; a step behind and to his left. He had to know; I was going to kill him after this run and a shower. “Cam,” he asked looking back at me?

“Just, fuckin, run, Nate.”

He turned his head back to what was in front of him kicking it up and now I knew I was going to really sweat. Our feet were in rhythm, I knew what he was doing because I always set the pace and today, the day after he did what he did last night, I was behind him as Nate set the step for today.

I wanted and needed to talk about last night; yes, it should have been about the BJ, but the kiss. Now you can suck your best friends dick; let him suck yours. But you don’t fuckin kiss each other. How can a kiss be the un-crossable line when you suck a dick?

I woke up this morning with him elbowing me in the gut saying, “You farted, dude.”

He didn’t seem, we had never, I was the big spoon with my right hand pulling him closer to me. He knew. Flipping over me he said, “I gotta pee,” as his naked body made its way to the pot.

He came back in starting to dig through my drawers pulling out a pair of too-small shorts. He threw a pair at me saying, “You’re getting kind of flabby, Camy.” And I wanted to slap the smile off his face.

Camy, was a nickname I thought I’d beat out of him years ago. It wasn’t so much I didn’t like his little reference; it was when he chose to use it. And here we were this morning. I watched as I’m not sure if he was putting on a show or if I was reading more into a guy pulling on shorts. I saw him in a totally different way.

I mean yes; we had done some stuff; who hasn’t? But this morning as I looked at my best friend remembering him looking up to me with my convulsing unit emptying into his mouth. Something Different.

We ran up my drive with him breathing hard and me coughing. That’s why I was usually in front so I could set a comfortable pace; Nate was always faster than I was but allowed me the lead.

He threw me a water saying, “I’ll grab my bag and see you in the morning.” I was more than crushed.

He noticed and walked over so he was standing in front of me. “You’re not gonna go all Freud on me, are you? Don’t overthink it, Cameron. And, I, am, not, your, bitch,” he finished bonking his forehead on mine smiling as he turned to grab his bag from my room then out the door.

I don’t know how long I stood there thinking about what he said. I spun the top off the bottle he threw me downing half and replacing the cap before I was heading out the door to repeat the run we just had. I do like to run because it clears my head; not today. I know he told me not to overthink it so I tried not to.

I thought about us before; when we were younger. I knew then, when we were about thirteen, something was different. I looked at Nathen as I’m sure a boy is supposed to look at a girl when he’s thirteen. Then I remembered the first time I saw up close a cock that wasn’t mine and as I ran my dick hardened.

I ran and thought about all the times I jacked off thinking of him, then remembered the first time we did it in front of the other. My stride got longer and my breathing slowed as I hit the zone.  My shaft was like steel and I had to pull up my shorts a little because I could feel the air on the head that had peeked out to see what all the running was about.

Nate didn’t have it as good as I did; not that my home life was great. My parents divorced; I guess around the time I was taking a closer and longer look at my friend. Mom took my sister and there didn’t even seem to be a question that I was staying with dad. Later I realize it was so each could get a deduction.

Nate, on the other hand; his parents stayed together; if for no other reason than to make the other miserable, and his dad drank as mom popped pills. When his dad drank; he didn’t even have a fuse. Then I remembered the first time Nathen showed me a bruise. I stopped running. Blood had drained from my dick at the memory.

Something triggered in me that day because I wanted to kill the man who did this to Nathen. That was the day I realized what protective love was. I realized that I loved Nate never understanding that love presents itself and manifests in so many different forms.

Yes, we’d jacked each other off in I guess a different way than most did or would do at our age. I never thought it was weird the first time I did him and came without touching myself; or when he would cum sometimes even before me just slowly jacking my cock. I was pumping back up. Time to run some more.

I’d found the zone again and my head did clear a little not losing a step. I knew this trail and could close my eyes for a few without tripping or anything. I was remembering his face hovering over mine after that kiss when I was able to take inventory of all the things that weren’t blue in his eyes.

The white was so… bright. The blue had so many different things that were hidden from three or four feet away that I got to see. The black in the middle seemed small as I looked at what was around it. I saw little gold and green flecks, and all the colors between. I saw lite and dark brown pinpoints; I saw eyes in a way I’d never before and I saw the reflection of me in them.

My head was down and I recognized terrain and roots, knew when the trail ended and pavement started. I had done this hundreds of times and at least two-thirds of the time Nate would be one step back to my right. I didn’t look up until, after huffing and puffing, I stood.

I was startled by my dad in the kitchen, eggs out, bacon frying, and he had on his Harley Davidson apron. Dad turned and saw me on the other side of the sliding glass door motioning with his head for me to come in. I was surprised to see him because he was only home maybe two nights a week and was rarely here in the morning. Something was up.

I walked in; sweat seeming to drip from every pore of my body. “Go take a shower, Cam. I can smell you from here.” His smile was met by mine.

My Dad and I have a good relationship, I guess. I don’t play sports and wouldn’t have been disappointed not seeing him there if I had. But I could see the pride in his eyes this morning as he respected what my front looked like. I looked down, watched little drops following gravity, then realized I was still hard.

“Shower Cameron.” Came from him as he turned his attention back to the bacon and eggs. “Now Cam. This is going to be done in a few minutes.”

Realizing as I climbed the stairs I must have run ten miles. I have no idea how long I took. I wanted too but didn’t jack off. It was hard; and hard not to. I thought about my Dad downstairs cooking me breakfast; I can’t remember the last time that happened. Somethings got to be up.

My heart almost stopped when from the landing I could hear dad's voice and laughter. “Look at you.” I heard my dad say. “You should be on those bags from that store you guys shop at.” I had to fuckin smile at what my dad said.

As I came around the corner I couldn’t help but notice how Nate was dressed, really? A fuckin tee shite with the arms ripped off, torn down the sides, and strategically placed cuts that I’m sure he did before coming over this morning. And then there were the 501 cutoffs that I’m sure he wore two years ago. Maybe it was how I looked at him? This morning was different and I wanted to spill my heart to him.

“Took long enough, Sport. He ate your eggs.” Dad announced. And I thought I might die from laughter. I’m eighteen. What can I say? Dad turned his head like a dog not understanding and I looked at Nate.

He remained straight-faced even though he totally understood. The wink I gave him brought a corner of his mouth up. That was when Nate’s eyes went from me to my dad standing in front of the stove, and back to me.

“OH, MY, GOD, DAD! Really? Why don’t you just wear ass-less chaps? I’m gonna have to bleach my eyes.” I hadn’t even noticed. My bad.

“Grow up,” He said over his shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Nate trying to convey how sorry I was for him seeing my dad’s ass.

“I was thinking about a run, but your dad says you just finished.” He seemed to have a smile knowing we’d finished almost two hours ago and I did it again.

“Eggs are done, Cam. And I pulled the rooster out.”

Now I was ready to fuckin die because I remember Dad cooking eggs when I was little and asking what that was and him saying ‘rooster’ as he pulled it from what we’d eat. And I looked at Nate.

I walked over behind my, ass-less chapped dad, leaning over his shoulder with my plate in his hand he said, “Must have been a big rooster.” Looking back at me.

“You have no idea, Sir,” Nate said behind us.

Now, Dad was sitting on the third barstool looking at the two of us. Nate had finished and was watching me devour what Dad had cooked. Nate never took his eyes off me and Dad’s darted between us. Fuck. Dad knew something. I need a distraction.

“Dad? It’s been a long time since you cooked me breakfast and shown your ass to me and my friend. Please tell me you haven’t gotten a girl in trouble have you? Or my new stepmom is a year or two older than me.?” Now that was fuckin funny and both Nathen and Dad laughed as I sat stone-faced wanting an answer.

“I should be asking you guys the same question. No Cam, I haven’t gotten a girl in trouble and I learn from my mistakes. I have to go to Germany for a month or so to finalize a big project. Will you be ok?”

I gave him a look. I smiled then started to laugh. “What’s so funny, Cam?” Dad asked.

“Like you could get a girl in trouble!” and I hit Nate on the arm.

“You know those pills are dangerous for guys your age, Dad?” And now it was Nate and me laughing as dad was stone-faced.

“How old do you think I am, Boy?” And dad stood putting his hands on the handlebars of the apron.

“Please; don’t turn around Dad. I don’t know. Mom always said you were lost in the seventies because you wouldn’t throw away your bellbottoms. I don’t know. Fifty?”

“FIFTY? You, got, some, real, balls, Boy. And what the hell are you smiling about Nathan?”

It started as a smile and now Nathan couldn’t control himself. He was trying to choke it back but to no avail. I didn’t know if it was my dad in ass-less chaps. I don’t know if it was my dad taking offense to me thinking he was fifty. Then it dawned on me. The reference to my big balls.

“I got to go,” Nate said, standing. The tears were rolling over his cheeks and he was holding his side.

When he got to the sliding glass door my Dad said, “Stop, young man.” And Nate froze.

“I will have both of you know; I am barely twice your age and if I wanted; I wouldn’t need a pill to get a ‘girl in trouble’ as you put it, Cam.” Now I was starting to laugh.

“I refuse to let you guys make me feel old. I, am, not, old.” And he walked to the pantry to hang up his apron.  

I had turned to look at Nate who’d put one hand on the stool next to me and the other on my shoulder. I didn’t need to put my hand on his. His eyes darted from mine then back again.

“Oh fuck dad. I’ll get the bleach, Nate. We can wash each other’s eyes.” And my dad stood proud with his shaft kind of pointing towards us.

“I’m gonna take a shower, Cam. You two can spray whatever parts you think you need too.” And we all understood what his look meant.

Nate stood behind me now; his left hand on my shoulder like his right and he kind of squeezed. I was still in the pair of too-small gym shorts without a shirt and rested my head back against his hard chest closing my eyes. It was a loving gesture and again, something different. And my dad cleared his throat.

“And if you two look this good at my age, count your blessings.” And he turned walking to the stairs.

We watched until he disappeared and Nate softened his hold on my shoulders. As slow as a snail he inched his hands over my pecks then further down over my stomach. I don’t know what I was expecting but when he pinched and pulled some hair under my navel my head bonked back against his chest.

“You know I’m gonna tear you up, right?” I questioned looking up at him.

“I’m counting on it. See you in the morning.” And he walked out.

 From your Author:

  So you’ve come to the end of a twenty-minute read; or forty-five hundred words. Did you enjoy it? Was it a waste of your time? Was it a waste of my time? These are questions those of us who write ask ourselves. We have no way of knowing unless you do your part and comment or rate. I don’t know if my humor comes across or you feel what these boys are feeling. I know what I write and how I want you to interpret it, but does it. Chapter two is done and with some encouragement from you the reader I will post it on Wednesday. RJC