=====        BUDDYS        =====

Greg and I were riding along doing nothing and going 
nowhere in particular. We are both nineteen; in fact, 
we were born on the same day. We have been friends all 
our lives - we've often, half-seriously and half 
jokingly, said that our friendship started in the 
nursery of the small town hospital where we were born. 
Greg is tall, six-foot-three, with a lithe build; I'm 
five-foot-ten and more compact. He is dark complected 
with brown hair and eyes while I am fair-complected 
with blond hair and blue eyes. Neither of us is movie-
star handsome, but we've got decent enough faces. 
Girls at the high school where we had gone had told us 
that we were "cute" which, translated, meant that they 
liked our looks

As long as I'm making comparisons, I'll go a little 
further. I can do that because we were in the same gym 
class. In the crotch department, Greg's cock, soft, is 
about four inches long and kind of slender. His balls 
are the size of small chicken eggs, and hung fairly 
low in their sac. Of course every kid in town had been 
circumcised; that's standard procedure in the little 
hospital here.

My cock, soft, is usually about three inches long and 
sort of stubby. Hard, it stretched out to seven and a 
quarter inches. (Yeah, I've measured it.) And it's as 
big around an my fist. That is, my fingers don't quite 
touch when I wrap them around it. My balls are like 
giant almonds - unsalted.

If we had lived anywhere other than that small town 
things might have gone differently. Boy-boy sex was 
rarely talked about and certainly not condoned. We 
lived across the street from each other, so there was 
no reason for one of us to stay overnight at the 
other's house. In other words, we'd never found 
ourselves in a situation where we might have played 
with each other's cock and jacked off together or 
found out that two males could have good sex together. 
Instead, because that was the way things were done, we 
double-dated with girls from time to time. Funny it 
didn't dawn on us to screw them!

One evening we had driven the fifty miles to Center 
City, a much larger town, and, as I said, were 
cruising along, doing nothing. We drove through the 
main part of town. Then we were on a road that led to 
"Motel Row". Suddenly Greg said, "Hey, look there!" He 
then pointed to a smaller building between two of the 
motels. "There's a palm reader. Why don't we go get 
our fortunes told?"

"Ah, that's a bunch of crap," I scoffed. Greg agreed 
with that, but he said that he thought it would be fun 
to see what a palm reader would say. He made a U-turn 
and we headed back.

The palm reader was an over-weight woman in her 
sixties. She wore a ton of makeup and was wearing a 
long robe. She took Greg into another room. I looked 
at a magazine until Greg came out. Then I went in. She 
took my hand, turned it over, and launched into a 
spiel: "This line tells me that ... ah, this has 
already happened!"

"What's already happened?" I asked.

"You have already met a dark, handsome young man," she 
said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.

She looked straight into my eyes. Then she smiled. 
"Don't be afraid of it, young man. Accept love. Don't 
fight it. Open your heart and let it enter your life."

Soon we were in the car and driving back through town. 
"What did she tell you?" Greg asked.

"What did she tell you?" I shot back, still grappling 
with what she had told me.

"It was crap," he answered. "She said, "The love of 
your life is near, just waiting to be touched. Geez!"

I glanced over at him. His profile was silhouetted by 
the hotel's neon lights that lined the street. I 
studied Greg's face carefully. Actually, I realized - 
though I had seen him almost every day of my life - I 
was seeing him for the.first time. Really seeing him. 
And the palm reader had been right; he was a tall, 
dark, handsome young man.

"Well, what did she tell you?"

Still looking at him, I thought, "But we're both 
guys!" Then I remembered what his cock looked like, 
about four inches long and sort of slender, with the 
circumcised head a little darker than the rest. I also 
remembered his balls. And I guess that something was 
already beginning to happen because my own cock 
stirred a little. 

"Come on, Paul," Greg insisted. "What did she say?"

"She said.." Man! There was no way that I could tell 
him. But I wondered what it would be like to touch his 
cock, to see it hard. My own cock stiffened more, 
swelling and stretching down my leg.

"Well," Greg said with a sort of laugh in his voice, 
"you're the only one near me most of the time, so does 
that mean you're the love of my life waiting to be 
touched?"

It came out before I could stop it. "Yeah, I am!"

Greg slammed on the brakes, stopping right in the 
middle of the street. He stared at me, then said 
softly, "Hey man, what are you talking about?" He 
sounded a little scared. I guess that things were 
already beginning to happen to him, too.

I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing 
that came to my mind. It seemed like it had been there 
all the time, just waiting to be said. "I want to suck 
your cock, Greg."

Then I told Greg what the Palm reader had told to me. 
"When you told me what she had told you, well, it all 
sort of came together."

"But ... geeze, Paul, we're both guys!"

"Yeah, we are, but..."

We were on the highway again, heading for home. I 
moved over a little closer to Greg. When I put my hand 
on his leg, I liked the feel of it. When he didn't say 
or do anything, I moved it up higher and my heart beat 
faster. My hand reached his crotch; I felt the bulge 
there. Then his cock started swelling and stretching 
out. Before long I could tell that it was snaked out 
of his shorts, a tube of hard meat with my fingers 
curled around it. I rubbed it gently.

His voice sounded week. "Would you ... would you 
really put that in your mouth?"

I tried to imagine what it would feel like to do that 
- to take his cock into my mouth. "Yeah," I finally 
answered. Then I moved my hand up and reached for his 
zipper but I couldn't get it down.

"Steer a minute," Greg said, "and I'll take care of 
that." I took hold of the steering wheel. Easing up 
off the accelerator, Greg pushed his buttocks up off 
the seat, opened his fly, and pulled his pants and 
shorts down a ways. Lowering his butt, he took the 
wheel again. When I reached for the cock that was 
sticking straight up now, one of my questions was 
answered.

It was at least eight inches long, the shaft a little 
more slender than mine but still a nice handful. My 
fingertips, encircling it, barely touched. I stroked 
it a little, the way I had always stroked my own 
during jack-off sessions.Yeah! I liked that, I liked 
his cock. I moved my fingers up and felt the head. It 
was sort of rubbery-feeling, tapered, the flange 
around it slightly rough to touch. I moved my hand 
back down, my fingers still around the shaft. My own 
cock was sticky at the tip and almost breaking through 
my pants.

"Don't do that too much or I'll shoot," Greg said.

I quit stroking, but I kept his cook in my hand. I 
wanted to lean over and take it into my mouth.

His voice still soft and maybe a little scared-
sounding, Greg said, "Why don't you ... why don't you 
pull your dick out?"

I let go of his cock long enough to open my pants and 
get them and my shorts pulled down to my knees. As I 
reached for Greg's cock again, he took one hand from 
the wheel. A moment later he had his fingers wrapped 
around my thick, seven-inch-plus whang. He stroked it 
a little, then stopped. We drove along through the 
night, our pants and shorts down and each with his 
fingers wrapped around the other's hard cock, slowly 
jerking them now and then, but not too much.

"What are we going to do?" Greg finally asked.

"When we get back to town," I answered, "we can go 
down to the river and I'll suck you off."

"No," he said, "not there ... I want to suck your cock 
while you're sucking mine."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he answered. A moment later he said, "Maybe 
that palm reader was right. Maybe we've been in love 
all along and didn't know it."

Since Greg and I both lived with our parents, neither 
of us could take the other home and into his bed. 
"What are we going to do?" Greg fretted as we reached 
the outskirts of town. "We've got to do it tonight, 
Paul. Now that I know we're going to do it, I can't 
wait."

The river was out. That was a place where straight 
couples went to neck and no doubt some of our old high 
school chums would have spotted us there and given us 
all kinds of hell. "Remember that old barn out past 
the Harrisons?" I asked.

"Yeah," Greg enthused "We can do it out there!" He 
then pressed his foot on the accelerator and we sped 
down the highway.

About four miles out past the 18st ranch, we spotted 
the old barn. It was quite a ways off the road, at the 
end of a drive covered with weeds. The barn was 
silhouetted against an inky moonlit sky. Greg squeezed 
mycock as we ground to a stop in front of the bar. 
"Our love shack," he teased. "Let's go!"

We pulled our pants up, slid out of the car, and went 
inside the barn. It smelled stale and moldy but that 
didn't bother us. Soon we both started undressing. in 
a matter of moments we were naked and on a bale of 
straw. We seemed naturally drawn together, our bodies 
pressed full length against each other, our arms 
entwined. Our mouths met. Then our tongues went to 
work and we started running our hands over each 
other's body. It was as if a floodgate had been 
opened; we couldn't get enough of each other. Our hard 
cocks were rubbing together, too, smearing sticky 
precum all over our bellies. Then Greg pulled his 
mouth away from mine. "Now, Paul! Now! Man, I'm so 
fucking hot I'm ready to bust my nuts!"

When he turned around, his dick hit me on the cheek 
and I felt his warm breath, then his mouth, on my 
cockhead. I slid a hand up and took hold of his cock 
at the base. Then, as he lowered his lips over my 
cock, I took his meat into my mouth. "Oh, yes," I said 
to myself. "Oh, yesl " I took as much of his cock as I 
could and he took as much of mine as he could. Then we 
started sucking.

Nature seemed to be taking its course. At the same 
moment, we each slid our hands up between the other's 
legs to take hold of each other's balls as we 
continued to suck lustily on each other's rod. Without 
ever having done it before, we seemed to know just 
what to do to give and get the maximum amount of 
pleasure. But there was one problem.

We were both so hot that it didn't take long before we 
started sucking faster, breathing harder. Then we both 
started humping, driving our hard cocks into the 
other's mouth, sucking and fucking at the same time. 
Then, at exactly the same moment, we both thrust our 
cocks forward, deep into the other's mouth, and 
started firing off our loads of hot, thick cum. We 
both came and came, gulping down the other's thick 
juices. Then, when it was over, we lay there with our 
cocks going soft in each other's mouth.

Greg pulled away f irst, sliding his soft prong out of 
my mouth as he let mine slide out of his. Then he 
rolled over onto his back. "Wow!" he said. "Man, we 
should have started doing that a long time ago."

I reached out for his soft cock, took it into my hand, 
and squeezed it. "We'll just have to make up for lost 
time," I answered, never having felt happier in my 
entire life.

Greg worked in his father's grocery store; I worked in 
my dad's hardware store. In the middle of the next 
morning the phone rang and it was Greg. "Can you 
manage to take a long lunch hour?" he asked.

"Well, I guess so. Why?"

"Man," he answered, "I've had a hard-on all morning. I 
can't wait until this evening to get some relief!"

Nothing could have held me back, but I didn't have to 
worry. My dad let me go without an argument. After 
Greg picked me up, we headed for the barn - or, as he 
had called it the night before, our "love shack." As 
we drove along the highway, I immediately noticed that 
he was sporting a hard-on. It was damned near bursting 
through the material of his pants. And within thirty 
seconds, I had one too.

"You know," Greg remarked on the way out of town, 
"every time I think about how many times I jacked off 
when we could have been doing this .... Man, what a 
waste!"

We reached the barn and went in. I sat down on a bale 
of hay. "I want to watch you undress," I said. "I've 
seen you naked hundreds of times, but I've never 
really seen you."

"I know what you mean," he said as he started 
undressing. Shoes and socks came off, then his shirt. 
His chest was nice and firm, with a sprinkling of dark 
hair on it. His nipples were like two little 
headlights on his flat, sculpted pecs. His waist was 
narrow, his stomach firm, with sort of washboard-like 
muscles.

He truly had a nice body. His shirt tossed aside, Greg 
pulled his pants and shorts down at the same time and 
stepped out of them. "Yeah!" I cheered, looking at 
that strong, lithe body - all six-foot-three of him - 
with that stiff, eight-inch cock sticking out from his 
groin. "Yeah, I can go for that!"

"It's my turn to watch," he countered. Then, as I got 
to my feet, he plopped down on the bale of hay. I 
undressed sort of slowly while he watched my every 
movement. Before long I was standing there naked, 
letting him survey my smaller, more compact body and 
my cock. Though it was a little shorter than Greg's, 
it was thicker, and every bit as stiff! "Yeah, I can 
go for that, too!" He let go a long, low whistle.

As if drawn by a magnet, we wrapped ourselves in each 
other's arms. Greg reached down between us and pulled 
our cocks up so that they were pressed together 
between our bellies. His mouth met mine. Then, as his 
tongue slid into my mouth, we ground our cocks 
together. "Hmmmmmm!" Greg murmured, and I felt his 
hands on my ass.

Strumming his fingers over my buttocks, Greg began 
squeezing my buns as if he were kneading two large 
mounds of bread dough. That pressed our cocks closer 
together, and I guess it started something else. A 
moment later I felt his fingertips in my asscrack. 
Then one finger crept into my hole and teased it. And 
it was then that I knew - or sensed - that Greg was 
going to want to ram his big cock up my ass. To fuck 
me.

Suddenly his fingertip penetrated my bunghole, the 
first knuckle sinking into me. It hurt like hell and I 
could only imagine what a stiff cock would feel like. 
But still ... I had really liked sucking his cock the 
night before - our cumming together that way - and I 
had looked forward to doing it again on the way out 
from town. But the thought of his cock up inside me, 
in my ass ... I didn't know why, but I know that ... 
Yeah! I wanted his cock up my ass; I wanted to have 
him fuck me!

Pulling my mouth away from his, I looked into Greg's 
big, brown eyes. "Do you want to fuck me this time?"

He looked startled. "What ... What do you mean?"

"You know. Do you want to shove your cock up my ass?"

He gasped. "I never thought about that!"

I laughed. " Maybe you didn't, but your finger did! 
Besides, I want you to do it."

When Greg looked deep into my eyes, he seemed to sense 
something, too; for him to fuck me would have some 
special meaning. "Would you?" he asked. "Would you 
really let me fuck you in the ass?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I'd let you because I love you."

I lay on my belly on the bed of straw where we had 
sucked each other off the night before. Straddling me, 
Greg took his long, stiff cock into his hand, then 
stuffed the head between my buns. He prodded around 
down there a little. But it was obvious that his cock 
wasn't going to pop in without a struggle. "You're 
sure you want me to do this, Paul?," he half-
whispered.

"Yeah," I answered. "And I want you to cum in me."

Finally the tip of his cock broke through. There was a 
searing pain in the hollow of my rump. But I gritted 
my teeth and cried out, "Do it, Greg! Shove it in all 
the way!"

He hesitated a moment, then gave a mighty thrust. His 
cockhead broke clear through my pucker and his shaft 
buried so deep inside me that his balls fell between 
my legs, banging against mine. The pain was god-awful, 
but I didn't complain because I didn't want him to 
stop.

All of a sudden, as if he had been doing it all his 
life, Greg started fucking me like crazy. In and out 
of my ass his plunger went, his balls banging against 
mine and his belly pounding my buns.As I felt that hot 
meat massaging my innards, the pain lessened and 
finally disappeared - replaced by a really satisfying 
feeling.

I loved the sensation of his strong body over mine and 
of his hard cock driving into me, pulling out until 
just the headwas there,then shoving in again. "Oh, 
yes, Greg, fuck me! Give me that hot meat of yours!" I 
groaned ecstatically.

At first he fucked me with long, even strokes, filling 
me full of eight inches of sizzling flesh each time. 
But before long he started to speed up, using his cock 
like a jackhammer and pounding it in and out of me. 
Then, when he gave a final mighty thrust - driving it 
all the way in - and left it there, I felt it get 
steelhard. A moment later, crying out, he started 
shooting off. And in turn, lots of hot, creamy cum 
started to spew out of my cock, splattering all over 
my belly.

After Greg stopped cumming, his body melted over mine 
and his cock started going soft in my ass. Slowly, his 
breathing retumed to normal. "Man!" he finally said. 
"That was one hell of a cum."

We lay there like that for several minutes. Then Greg 
slowly raised up and, pulling his soft dick out of my 
ass, rolled away. My ass felt a little sore. But I was 
very happy to have had his cock in it ... and to have 
received his hot load of lovejuices! 

           =====       THE END       =====