Something Different

From your Author:

I will write as if we aren’t in the middle of something epic. As some know, I live in Washington; ground zero, same county. I am not one of those reality shows about the ones planning for Armageddon. But I stand prepared. I have always rotated my freezer and cupboards, bought my fair share of ammo should someone want to take what I have, and the boys can shoot.

Now, this isn’t some kind of new clap from the ocean, didn’t come from melting ice that unleashed this on us. It was something someone made. And every country does it. So like I said, I write as if everything is as normal as it could be. RJC.

Camron’s POV:

I showed up late; wasn’t my intention. I paced back and forth thinking about Nate. I wondered how I was able to do what I did; swallowing that curved shaft of his. Swallowing the fluid that came from my persistence, swallowing for the first time the seed produced by my best friend. I walked to the garage and had to sit for a minute enjoying the leather seat of my new ride.

When I arrived it was something different. The line was longer, the guy when he saw me was different, and he talked to the radio as he motioned me up. I was used to this; Nate and I never went through the line. The place was at capacity, more even. They were on top of each other and I looked for Nate.

The last things we said to each other couldn’t be the last. ‘You rode my thumb like a whore.’ Once it comes out of your fuckin mouth, you just can’t take it back.

And then there was what he said to me. I have no idea why or how I can do that. I did somehow know when half his cock was in my mouth; I knew then; knew, I could take the rest. And that was all I wanted to do. I did understand what I was doing was beyond gay. I understand that Nathan is someone I want to see happy, spelling on his hole with my tongue is something I want to do again many times.

There was a vibe, tonight. I looked around; more people than I’ve ever seen here before. How they seemed to know is beyond me? I surfed the Club like any other night and my eyes searched for him; Nathan. He had to know I would be here even though, I was late. It was normal that I would do one or two, even three songs; tonight was Something Different.

Yesterday was the first day, the first time I sucked my best friend, first time swallowing semen other than my own. And it was the first time something as big as him went down my throat that didn’t land in my belly. And I not only liked what it did to Nate but doing that to him made me cum.

Worry flew around my head about putting my thumb in him; I really wanted to shove something bigger inside my best friend. The fact that he enjoyed it was evident, he came in my mouth long before I thought it was safe pulling from him what seemed to bring Nathan such pleasure. And I called him a Whore. I am dirt.

It was time, others had crashed, vocally. It seemed I was the main act. I made a dramatic walk on, looking for Nate and wondering if I could do what I wanted. I did for the most part.

I did think it was a dream; last night and Nate’s head on my chest with my arm around him. I remembered slowly waking up missing the warmth that came from him; was it real? I knew when I ran a hand over my chest and his slobber was cold, it made me smile. It was real.

After our run, Nate pulled my shorts off and covered the spandex I’d followed him in with my lungs burning. He was gonna go home to grab some clothes, say he was staying with me, and I wasn’t to take a shower till he got back. It was the way he said it, kind of a request, kind of an order, and the way he bit his lip looking at me.

After a shower together in which nothing happened other than making each other very clean, we got dressed so he could retrieve his car from the club parking; I got a Pizza and met him at home. I really liked the sound of that, home. We ate playing GTA India and around eight I made popcorn and we settled into my favorite move; A Few Good Men.

This time was different from the other twenty-five times we’d watched it. Yes, we both yelled out, ‘Your goddam rights I ordered that code red.’ This time we were laying on the couch with me down far enough so my head rested on his chest. He didn’t get hard and I didn’t either because it wasn’t something sexual; I’d never done this with a girl and it didn’t bother me that it was Nate.

I thought about what it would be like at this moment if my head was on a girls’ chest; with the tit pillows. As my hand rubbed from his six-pack up to the nipple that was inches from my eyes; I was happy it was Nathan. I thought about being gay for my best friend and wondered if that, by itself, made me gay? I wondered if once you suck a dick, any dick, is that gay?

The idea of a girlfriend had never really crossed my mind; I don’t know why because I had opportunities. I fed him popcorn as I took bites for myself, it wasn’t weird.

“Someone’s overthinking shit.” And he pulled my ear. How did he know?

I didn’t look up at him. “What are you thinking right now, NRD?”

“A hundred things, CJ. What we have right now is so… comfortable. You feel too good to be true. Dude? Did you fart again?” And he started to laugh.

My right ear had been resting on his heart for over an hour, I could tell as we talked how it would change; then I felt his laughter. I somehow wished that my first blowjob would have come after what was happening now. My first shower with him, first time with his head on my chest and now mine on his. This comfort we shared today was something I wished happened years ago.

I have no idea how long the music and credits ran. I was back in thought and considering Nate hadn’t said a word, he was too. And then, all of a sudden, I remembered running behind him this morning in the spandex I’d bought, never to wear.

So if I wrapped it up with a nice little bow; the last three days have been a trip. My best friend gives me my first blowjob. I suck off Nathan suddenly realizing I don’t have a gag reflex swallowing his curved eight inches along with Nate’s city of, never to be born children. My first time going to sleep as we did last night feeling like all the planets just aligned. The end of Day 1.

We walked back into school; Nate still had a day but Long didn’t do anything. We ran this morning with the star spangled banner as my incentive and an extra lap around the cross country course. We passed through the front doors and nothing seemed different. And as everyone saw us the snapping fingers started. Classmates parted, we both took notice of who watched us, Chip stepped aside.

I stopped; looking at him, he had to know. I motioned and took the hat off Nate and put it on Chip. It was Something Different. It is easy to spot when people are talking about you. We were the talk. The low rumble at lunch was evident and Chip sat with us.

So you are a guy who made it through high school under the gaydar; till yesterday?

Chip’s POV

Yesterday was a fuckin nightmare. I walked in not seeing the text and it was like you could have heard a pin drop. It was like everyone turned their back on me and then I got notifications. ‘Fag-boy just showed up.’ ‘Looks like he needs a cock.’ ‘Jump him.’

I turned around and walked out. Yes, as bad as it sounds, I really wanted, Nate. I’ve had girlfriends and if truth be told, everything’s wet when I’m done. We met in the parking lot after school today and Nate took the hat from my head and put it on Cams’

How do you start a conversation as awkward as this? How can I even open my mouth looking at the two of them? “You didn’t have to do that,” I said seeing the hat rest on Cam’s head.

He pulled it off putting it on Nate’s head. Cam stepped up. “Don’t even think about him like that. Are we clear?” And I nodded.

“He is hotter than fuck though; isn’t he?”

I couldn’t nod, couldn’t look like he wasn’t, he was my wet dream, and he was Cam’s; never to be mine.

Nate’s POV

This seemed to be just like any other except for one thing; Valediction. Cam. Chip. And Me. I didn’t care.

Cam and I drove home and I watched him as he piloted this awesome fuckin ride. Home. I studied him as he separated his laundry making three loads. I watched him make Mac and Cheese then cut up hotdogs stirring it all together. I unpacked my bag mixing my drawer stuff with his and hung a few pairs of pants along with shirts in the closet.

After dinner we watched TV sitting side by side with me feeding him bites of ice cream. I knew that we would go to bed together, maybe shower again,maybe something more. I had to tell him. What he did changed everything for me, opened something in me I’d no idea was hiding. I had to have him in me and not my mouth. Yes, I loved sucking him, running my tongue over every part of his body was heaven; not one second of it felt gay.

I loved him and his response to what I was doing only motivated me. He probably doesn’t know the little noises he makes, soft moans, heavy sighs of approval, the way he holds his breath, and the way not one second felt gay. I needed him to know and didn’t have the first clue how to tell my best friend I was gonna die if he didn’t put his perfect cock in my ass.

After three loads of his clothes, he announced he was going to take a shower. “I kind of like the way you wash my hair; would it be to.” And he smiled.

Everything was different, the way he looked at me and how I admired his naked self with other things on my mind. I guess I never took the time to appreciate just how fuckin fine he was. His Calves showed a guy who liked to run and the further up you looked it became more evident. Now I’ve never seen or felt a girl's naked ass; not in real life.

Cam’s ass has about a half-inch of soft; then it’s stone. His cheeks are covered in a soft down of blondish hair; his razor keeps the crack clean as I found out the other day. The way he flexes his back and neck shows the push-ups he does. Now this will sound so… gay. You can look at the cuts on a guys’ stomach, run your fingers over them, the tongue. When you run your tongue between what doesn’t happen naturally, use your tongue like reading brail understanding the groves and muscles; till you do that, you don’t know.

The shit with his pubes is something he took a lot of razzing for in the locker room; it kind of got to be a thing. He’d shaved his balls for the last three years because he liked the way it felt but the hair above his cock had only started last year. Good thing my best friend has confidence because as you know, ‘what happens, or is seen, in the locker room’ doesn’t always stay there.

I don’t think we washed, his arms around my neck and mine around his waist; our breath mixing. It was a time to be this close and not have to hide looking. We were in his dad’s shower and the rain head kind of sucked a little but allowed me to see drops on his eyelashes. I never realized they were so long. Then there’s the way his left dimple shows before the right, that’s the first side of his lips that show he’s going to smile.

How could I make this perfect for both of us? I knew I had to see his face when he pushed into me. I was sure he did too. I brought his forehead to mine, noses touching, eyes closing. Not one single second of it felt gay.

“It’s late, NRD. We got to school in the morning.” And I let out a visible sigh.

Cam’s POV

I really thought my lungs were on fire after we got back from our run. His shirt came off after the first mile and I couldn’t help but admire the little line of black hair creeping from the back of his shorts. His calves were a mass of curly black hair thinning above his knees, the Mark Spitz spandex that I could see was digging into his upper thighs and back; a good choice, I thought.

We showered and got his car, ate pizza, and played GTA. It is kind of strange when two guys who have been friends for years now they’re gonna sleep in the same bed tonight but, Something Different. I thought about him as I sang that Carpenters song. I had a half-dozen songs that described or explained, my love.

It wasn’t the sucking. It was the time we took before sucking; every little thing in between. It wasn’t the fact we sucked each other; it was before and after. Every signal I was getting from Nate said it was ok. It was like when the tip of my thumb pushed through the rest of it got sucked in; Nate moaned. As I leaned forward swallowing his cock, my thumb thrust into him; more moaning.

I understood, understood he wanted to tell me, and I don’t know if it's mean or not; I could have saved him that, but didn’t. I had to be the Man in the Mirror when we went back to school. I realized that day, CJ, was top dog. I wasn’t the quarterback, wasn’t anything special, The Club had turned me into something that doesn’t happen every day. Befriending the guy who rang my bell was a hard one to swallow but, I understood.

In a middle-school sort of way; that’s how you tell someone you like them. Dumb, I know. Chip didn’t deserve what he didn’t understand; he’d been with girls and I hadn’t heard any rumors other than Cass. I guess if I was to describe him it would be that he is between me and Nate. His hair is brown with red kind of highlights. I don’t even know what color his eyes are but they’ve got my attention more than once.

I have seen him in the shower. He has three scars on his back that don’t look surgical. I’ve actually known Chip as long as Nate but there was never that; you know.

When you sleep with someone for the first time; wake up in the morning; that’s something no one forgets. When Nathan stayed at my house he either took the other bedroom or we fell asleep in the great room; one on the couch and the other in the chair, maybe both of us on the floor. I had never gone to bed, woke up in the morning, with someone. I recommend it.

The things we had done over the last three days; sucking, showers, and the closeness was, something different, for both of us. We’d admitted to each other about being gay for our best friend, said love for the first time, and we’d slept in the other’s arms. After this, how could I ever sleep without him?

I woke up with him as the big spoon and it was still dark out. His hand was holding my chest with mine on his, face so close to my neck I could feel his breath, and I slid from his grip. I watched him try to adjust to my absents, reach feeling for me, and pulling my pillow to his face.

My bed is queen-sized. I seemed to have a side never taking it in the middle; I gave my side to Nate. I do have a nightlight in the corner that allowed me to see him, what seemed to be restlessness because I wasn’t there, and him rolling to his back with the sheet sliding down.

I draw a little, have a sketch pad, and use a pencil. Most things I do from memory because people get creeped out if they think you’re drawing them. I sat in my chair next to the bed with the faint light on his face and added another drawing of my best friend. He fills over half the pad.

I had done his face countless times, his hands gripping the controller, his chest with his shirt unbuttoned, and a few of him from the waist down. He can never see these. I seem to pick a focal point and work out from there; tonight was his left nipple. He has about twenty hairs that circle the brown nub, then the small soft diamond of hair in the middle of his chest.

At eighteen he had to shave daily to have a clean face and the morning would bring day three. I didn’t like it. Hair is hard to draw especially when it’s bedhead. I came to a place I wanted to stop and didn’t think; resting the pad on the chair before going downstairs. I knew what I wanted but was trying to ignore it as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

As I said, I have a dozen love songs. Most are just that but half are the real thing. When the music says what you can’t, tells the one and only person what’s in your heart, and relieves you from having to say it. The music was already in my head when I closed the doors walking to the stereo.

I usually sing with my headphones on but this time I started the music softly singing along.‘Close your eyes and give me your hand, Nathen. Can you feel my heart beating?’

From your Author:

Everyday life has slowed my writing; something that’s become kind of therapeutic in a way. I’m not far enough ahead to give you eight or ten thousand words so I will try and release chapters around three thousand words. I am still working on The Start and hope if you follow that story; you liked it.

I’d like to take this opportunity and tip my hat to our host for the platform he provides all of us and say thank you again to my reader’s club and all the comments and great ratings. This is a group who have become friends not only to me but each other. And one of you knows I’m thinking about you. RJC.