Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 10:50:59 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Dusty and Me

Dusty and Me
By Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net


Dusty and I have been buddies and best friends for I guess twenty years
now, ever since we were put next to each other in third grade. We played
together, were on the same ball teams together, double dated in high school
together, joined the army together, and now work in the same warehouse
together. Hell, we even jacked off together a couple of times in high
school. See? We're really good buddies.

One night, about a year ago, Dusty and I are having a pizza and drinking
some beer at Momma's, a place near where Dusty lives. I'd been thinking a
whole lot of stuff, sort of wrestling with some things for a while and I
guess I'd been kind of quiet through dinner. Anyway, Dusty looks over at me
and says, "Okay, Billy. What is it?"

"What's what?"

Dusty takes another piece of pizza and looks me in the eye. "Something's
bothering you. I can always tell. So what is it?"

I look down at my beer and then up at Dusty. "We're best friends aren't we?
You and me?"

He nods and grins. "Yea. What's that got to do with it?"

"And a best friend can tell you anything? Without—you know—without you
getting upset?"

He sighs and takes a swig of his beer. "Come on, Billy. Get it out."

"Well, you know, with all this gay stuff on TV and the newspaper, them
saying they're just like you and me and wanting all the same rights like
getting married and all... It started me thinking about... well about me."

Dusty almost chokes on his beer. "You? Now you think you're gay?"

"Well, yea. Maybe. I mean, look at me." I hold up my hand and raise my
fingers, one by one. "I'm twenty seven and I never been married. Hell, I
haven't even been with a woman since that night we graduated high
school. My best friend—you—is a guy, I get along real well with all the
guys at work, I don't chase women like you do. It makes you think, Dusty."
I don't tell him about how sometimes when I'm jerking off I picture guys. I
try not to think much about that myself.

"And this makes you gay?"

I think about it for a moment. "Well, no, I guess not. But it could. I
mean, how do I know?"

Dusty laughs. "'Cause you know, that's how. If you're gay you know you're
gay, if you're not... I don't know, then you just know you're not." He
takes the last slice of pizza out of the box. "You want this? I got more
than my half."

I take the pizza and eat it while we pick up the napkins and stuff and then
throw the crust away with the trash.

The next Saturday is pretty hot so Dusty picks me up and we go out to the
lake, to a private place we found where you can swim without a suit or
anything. After a long, cool swim we're laying on a blanket under one of
those big shade trees they have out there. I get to thinking and have to
chuckle a little.

"What's funny?" Dusty asks.

"Well, I guess I was just wondering if you might not be a little
uncomfortable that's all. I mean lying naked on a blanket with a guy who
might be gay and all."

Dusty rolls on his side and pulls himself up on his elbow. "Look Billy, you
got to get over this gay thing. It's annoying the hell out of me. Besides,
we've been naked around each other all our lives and it's never bothered
anything."

"I know but now... Well, I see stuff I didn't before. I mean, I really
look."

Dusty rolls his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean, I never look at you
when you're naked?"

"No... but maybe yes. For instance," I put my hand over my crotch, "which
of us has the bigger dick?"

"Oh for God's sake, Billy. You think I don't know who's got the bigger
dick? For your information Mister-Might-Be-Gay, soft you're longer but I'm
just a little thicker. And hard, we're just about the same except I got a
little edge on length. Also, your balls hang lower than mine but mine are
quite a bit bigger. Okay?"

"When did you see me hard?"

Dusty rolls onto his belly and holds his head in his hands. "Lots of times,
Billy. God knows how many times we've slept in the same bed and you always
wake up with a hard-on which I always see." He turns to look at me. "And
that's not mentioning those times when we were in high school and we..." He
stops and looks at me with narrowed eyes. "You know what you need to do
Billy? To settle this thing once and for all?"

I shake my head.

"Try it! Do some gay sex with somebody. That'll get it out of your system
fast."

I feel the breath go out of me, like I've been punched in the
stomach. "How? I mean, who..."

Dusty rolls over onto his back and sits up on his elbows. "Well, I suppose
this is what best friends are for although God knows I never thought it'd
come to this." He pauses for a bit, I guess to see if I'd get his
point. When I don't he sighs and looks me in the eye. "With me, dummy." He
laughs. "If you can't suck your best friend's dick who's can you?"

"You? You'd let me..."

"Happily, if it'll get you off this gay kick. I mean look, that's what this
whole gay thing is about, isn't it? Sucking another guy's dick? So you go
down on me and see if you actually like it. See if it does anything for
you. When it doesn't you can forget the whole thing and you'll go back to
being the guy you used to be before all this gay nonsense."

I have a sudden sick feeling in my gut. What if... I push the thought
away. I know Dusty's right. I know I've got to try it. And now, before
either of us looses his nerve. I nod and Dusty moves up the blanket a
little. I crawl over and kneel between his legs.

His dick looks so smooth, not rough like the skin on his arms or neck. It's
lying across his hip, the pee slit just visible through the opening in his
foreskin. His balls hang between his legs looking heavy. I wonder if
they're actually heavier than mine but push the thought away.

"It's okay," Dusty says. "You can touch it."

I take it in my hand and it feels alive, warm and pulsing a little with his
heart beat. It begins to grow and I squeeze it gently and bend closer until
I can smell it. It smells like Dusty, even to the faint lime scent of his
after shave. I think of the times I've watched Dusty shave and remember the
way he wipes his hands in his crotch after he's splashed his after-shave
on.

I know Dusty's watching me, wondering when I'm going to do it, take it in
my mouth. I don't want to yet. I just want to hold it, feeling it slowly
grow in my hand, watching the head come out of it's collar into the
light. The head's a darker color than the rest of him, almost red, and very
smooth looking, like I imagine his ass was when he was a baby. I wonder
what it'll taste like.

Dusty lays back, until he's flat on his back, his hands clasped on his
belly. He doesn't say anything but I think he must be liking what I'm
doing. If he wasn't he wouldn't be getting hard like this.

A little shiny liquid seeps out of his pee slit. Somehow I know Dusty's
always produced a lot of pre-cum. Maybe he told me or maybe I saw once back
in high school. The thought slips away as I decide it's now or never and
duck down, taking Dusty's dick into my mouth.

It's like that first long drop on a roller coaster. It takes my breath away
and I want to yell and laugh at the same time. I'm suddenly dizzy and I
can't focus on anything but the feel and taste of Dusty's dick in my
mouth. I think I want to cry.

After a long time I take more of it into my mouth. When the head gets to my
throat I start to gag so I pull back a little and take a deep breath
through my nose, then take it in. His dick is so smooth it slips easily
into my throat and suddenly there's that lime scent and my nose is in his
hair. I back off slowly and I hear Dusty let out a deep groan.

I pull back until just the head is in my mouth and explore it with my
tongue. There's that faint salt taste which must be from the pre-cum. It's
a little bitter too but after a while it looses that and turns to sweet,
almost like flowers smell. I run my tongue over the head and around behind,
to that spot at the start of the wedge that points to the pee slit. He
groans again and puts his hand on my head, running his fingers in my hair.

When I take him back into my throat and try to swallow he puts his hands on
either side of my head and pulls me up. "I'm close," he says quietly. "Real
close."

I want to taste him so I go back to that spot just under the head. "Billy,"
he says, out loud this time. "I'm going to come. Please. I'm going to
come."

I try to nod my head and tell him I know but that just throws him over his
edge and suddenly I feel his dick swell and then I taste the first shot of
his cum. I'm trying to figure out just how it does taste when the second
and third shots come and I have to swallow. I taste the forth and fifth
shots before I have to swallow them and somehow I know they taste different
from the first one. His sixth, seventh and eighth shots are dry but I know
he's liking it by the way he's rolling around and making noises deep down
in his throat.

When it's over and he calms down a little I realize I'm wet and it hits me
that I came with him. I never touched myself but I came!

Dusty lifts my head off his dick and helps me move up, beside him. "Jesus,
Dusty," he says through a grin, "I almost wish you were gay. That was one
hell of a blow job, man!" He turns on his side and looks at me, at the
white globs in my chest hair. "I do that? I mean, I thought you, uh, got it
all but I guess not." He reaches out and takes some of it on his finger.

"No, Dusty. That's mine."

He raises one eyebrow but doesn't say anything. I think he knows I wasn't
jerking off. Finally he says, "So how was it?" He doesn't ask if it did
anything for me.

"Like nothing I've ever felt, Dusty. I don't think I can even describe it."

He looks at me for a long time and then asks, "What did it taste like, my
dick?"

I think about it for a moment. What did it taste like? I find myself
wanting to go back to it, just to check. "You." He waits so I try to
explain it. "The way your skin smells. Not strong like when we've been
goofing around, wrestling and chasing and stuff. More like when you're
asleep or when you've just had a shower—only without the soap. I don't
know. It was nice."

"What about when I came? I tried to warn you... I mean, didn't it..."

"Not what you think, Dusty. It was...okay. It was you. It was a little
salty I guess and maybe a little... I don't know. A little sweet, too." I
shrug my shoulders. "It was you."

Dusty rolls onto his back and is silent for a long time. For a while I
think he's gone to sleep but then he turns onto his side again and smiles
at me. "Would you do it again?"

I nod and ask, "Now?"

Dusty stretches and scratches his belly. "Yeah. If you like."

I scoot down on the blanket until my head is just at his crotch. He's
already starting to get hard so I duck in and take it in my mouth. I really
like feeling it grow in my mouth, holding it on my tongue until the head
slips out and tries to get into my throat.

I figure Dusty's in no hurry so I let myself savor it, let myself think
about how it really does taste. I reach up and take his balls in my hand
for the first time. They surprise me at how heavy they really are and how
soft the sack that holds them is. Dusty's hair is wiry on the rest of his
body but here, on his ball sack, the hair is silky and a lighter color than
anywhere else.

Dusty's very quiet and doesn't try to move around or push into me—he just
lets me hold him in my mouth. After a while he begins to doze, relaxing his
legs and letting his hand slip off my head. He never looses his hard-on
though and I'm very content to lie there, his dick in my mouth and his
balls in my hand. I guess I doze off a little too but never enough to let
his dick come out of my mouth.

After a while he begins to quiver a little and I know his time is coming. I
don't do anything to hurry it along though, I just let him be in my mouth
and maybe pet him a little with my tongue. He puts his hand back on my head
and combs his fingers through my hair, mumbling something under his breath,
then he seems to doze off again.

In time his breathing changes, becomes faster and deeper and his balls pull
themselves up in their warm sack until they are tight against the base of
his dick. We wait, Dusty and I, and then it's time. "Oh, Billy, Billy," he
says, his voice horse with pleasure and his dick begins to shoot out the
load his balls have given him. It's slow this time, with long pauses
between the shots and not as much cum in each of them. I taste it this
time, roll it around on my tongue and think about it. It's sweeter this
time and a little acidic, like orange juice. It's a little watery too, not
lumpy or thick.

Dusty's still mumbling my name and his pleasure takes a long time to play
itself out. When it's over I don't move, wanting to feel him go soft and
flaccid in my mouth. When Dusty's breathing is back to normal he chuckles a
little and says, "I know what you're waiting for but it's not going to
happen any time soon, at least not with your mouth on it." He slowly pulls
out of my mouth and pulls me up beside him. "Thank you Billy. Thank you."

We just lay there for a while and then he sits up and looks at the
sky. "Getting late." He looks at me and pats my belly. "You want to go get
some pizza and a couple of beers?"

We're silent in the truck, going into town. We stop at Momma's, order a
large pizza and a pitcher of beer. When the beer comes Dusty fills our mugs
and takes a gulp then another. Finally he clears his throat and says, "I
don't know what to say, what to talk about."

I grin at him. "How about, `Boy, sex like that sure makes a man hungry!'"

Dusty looks at me for a second and then busts out in laughter. "That it
does." He thought for a moment and then turned serious. "We both need to
think about this. A lot. But later." Then he smiles and starts in on the
game last night.

We have another beer after the pizza and then decide to call it a night. In
the truck Dusty says, "You want to be alone?"

I really, really don't so I tell him. We go to his place.

"Go grab a shower," he says, "and I'll set up the coffee."

I stand in the shower a long time, letting the hot water hit me on the back
of the neck. It feels good. After a while I hear Dusty in the bathroom so I
figure I'd better get out and let him have what's left of the hot
water. After I dry off I get into the bed and stretch. I don't know why I'm
so tired but I'm almost asleep when Dusty gets in next to me.

Sometime later, I don't know when, I wake up and find Dusty on his side
behind me, his arm around my chest. I press back into him and go back to
sleep. I guess we turn over sometime in the night because in the morning
I'm pressed against Dusty's back with my arm around him and my hand on his
belly. It feels nice.

In a little bit Dusty stirs and says, "See? I told you."

"What?"

Dusty pulls himself away from me and turns over. "I told you you always
wake up with a hard-on." He pulls the sheet off me. "And I told you I
always see it." He gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom and I watch
him pee. He's pretty puffed up too, but not flat out hard like me. He
finishes, flushes and stands in the doorway. "Go pee whenever you're
able. I'm going to get the coffee."

I wrap my hand around my dick and think how good it feels but I don't do
anything about it. I know I'll never hear the end of it if Dusty comes back
with the coffee and finds me jerking off. I go stand in front of the toilet
until I go soft enough to pee. I'm just coming out when Dusty comes in with
a couple of mugs of coffee. He sets a cup on each of the nightstands and
then gets in bed, sitting up against his pillow. I get in the other side
and do the same. The coffee smells good.

"You do any thinking last night? About yesterday?"

It turns out I have, I guess in my sleep. "A little. There isn't very much
to think about though, is there? I mean, we both know what happened." I
turn to look at him and shrug.  "I liked it, Dusty."

Dusty takes a couple of swallows of his coffee and I pick up my mug. It's
hot.

"I thought some too, Billy," he says in a low voice but he smiles so I can
tell it's nothing bad. "I guess you could tell I liked it too. Maybe better
than you did." He drinks some coffee. I sip mine and it's even better than
it smells. Dusty can really make coffee.

"While you were sleeping away I got to thinking about what you said, out to
the lake." He drinks more coffee and puts the cup back on the nightstand.

"What'd I..."

"About your life, Billy. About how you hadn't been with a woman since high
school. About how all your friends are men and you aren't married. About
how you don't chase women." He stops and looks at me real hard. "All that
stuff goes for me too, you know. Don't you see? We're alike. You're my best
friend. I don't chase women, even if you like to think I do." He begins to
talk faster, like he has to get it all out in a hurry or he won't be able
to do it. "I haven't been with a woman since high school either and mostly
that didn't work out very well. All that stuff I told you, it wasn't
true. I never went with those women." He hangs his head and looks
away. "Hell, sometimes I even think about guys when I jerk-off."

I don't know what to say so I don't say anything. Dusty finally looks up at
me and says, "So I guess I'm probably gay too and maybe I'd better find out
once and for all and quit worrying about it." He finishes his coffee, gets
out of bed, grabs my mug and goes to the kitchen. I just lie there
wondering what comes next and then I figure it out. Dusty wants to try it
out, just like I did. I reach down and touch myself. I've gone hard. I try
to hide it when Dusty comes back with the coffee but he sees and grins at
me.

"I see you figured it out, Billy." He puts the coffee on the nightstand and
I look at him, at his dick. It's a little puffed up, not like this morning
when he was peeing but more than it usually is. He pulls the sheet off and
sits on the bed. "Could I, Billy? Could I try it out with you?"

I spread my legs apart, my dick standing up between them like a flag
pole. "This answer you. Dusty? Yeah, I'd like you to try out sucking my
dick."

Dusty gets on the bed, between my legs, and lays out, his feet hanging over
the end. He looks at my dick and then at me. "You sure it doesn't taste
bad? I mean not just you but..."

"I don't know Dusty. I only tasted but one dick in my whole life and that
one wasn't too bad." He looks so serious that I have to laugh. "Try it,
Dusty. You'll like it. It'll probably just taste like me."

Dusty takes hold of my dick but doesn't get to feel it go hard. It's
already so hard it hurts just a little. His hand is warm on my dick and
feels like nothing I ever felt. I hope I won't come until he gets down to
it. Suddenly he takes it in his mouth, all of it and he's gagging and
choking on it. I pull him back and hold him so just the head of my dick is
in his mouth. "If I learned only one thing yesterday, Dusty, it's go slow."

He nods and his tongue moves on me, making me suck in my breath. Then he
holds just the head of my dick in his mouth and pulls the foreskin down so
he can get at that place under the head. He rubs it with his tongue and I
let out a groan. Even my very best time jerking-off didn't feel this
good. It seems like Dusty is getting used to it because he takes more and
more of my dick into his mouth. When my dick feels the back of his throat
he starts to gag but he takes a deep breath around my dick and it's okay.

He moves up and down on my dick for a little while and I know I'm not going
to last long. Then he takes my balls in his hand and it's all over. "I'm
going to come, Dusty. Get off now because I'm..." Then it hit me. The
biggest kick I've ever had. And it goes on and on and I don't even worry
about Dusty anymore. I just keep shooting my stuff and Dusty takes it all
in. After four or five shots I know I'm shooting dry like Dusty did
yesterday but I just can't stop. It goes on and on. Then the head of my
dick gets very sensitive and I have to ask Dusty to be still on it, pull my
foreskin up. He does but just lays there for a while, I guess like I did
yesterday.

When Dusty realizes that I'm not going to go soft he pulls off but then he
puts his head down and takes one of my balls in his mouth. I let out a
groan deep in my throat. No one except the doctor has ever touched me there
so I had no idea how good it would feel. Dusty rolls my ball around in his
mouth and then lets it out and sucks in the other one. I groan again and
Dusty's head comes up, out from between my legs and he looks at me. He lets
my balls slip out of his mouth into his hand.

"Like that do you?" He grins and squeezes my balls, not enough to hurt but
enough to make me groan again. It looks like he's going back to them with
his mouth but I pull him up to lie beside me.

"Was it okay, Dusty? I mean... Oh hell, I mean did you like doing it? Did
it taste bad or anything?"

Dusty turns on his side and eases himself up close to me. "Yes, Billy Boy,
I liked it. And no, Billy Boy, it didn't taste bad." He grins at me. "In
fact, I'd have to say it tasted pretty much like you." He throws his arm
over me. "Like how you smell after a shower, a little like that soap you
have at home and that shaving lotion you use. Yea, I liked it fine."

We lay like that, me on my back, Dusty on his side with his arm over me
until he starts to rub his hand over my belly. I can feel his dick pressed
up against my leg, feel it start to get hard and I wonder if we're thinking
the same thing. I guess we are because when my dick stands up from laying
over my balls Dusty says, "You want to do it again, Billy? Like maybe
together, maybe at the same time?"

I nod my head and Dusty turns around on the bed and we lay head to dick. We
look at each other for a bit and then go down on each other. At first it's
like yesterday and this morning all wrapped up together, having his dick in
my mouth and mine in his but then there's too much to pay attention
to. Dusty's dick or my dick. I can't decide. I let his dick slip out of my
mouth and he looks up at me.

"What's the matter, Billy?"

"It's too much, Dusty. It feels so good at both ends I don't know what I'm
doing, you know?"

Dusty nods and smiles. "We always did think alike. What do you want to do?"

I roll him onto his back and kneel between his legs. "I want to suck your
dick, Dusty. I want to touch it and feel it and hold it and... I just want
to suck your dick."

"It's yours Billy, all yours."

It's as wonderful as yesterday only better because I'm getting to know what
Dusty likes and where he likes it. He's learning that about me, too and
proves it a little later.

We're getting pretty good at this and it's beginning to feel very natural
having Dusty's dick in my mouth and hearing him make those funny noises in
the back of his throat. I can tell he's feeling the same thing by the way
he's so relaxed when he's sucking on me.

One night, maybe a week or so later, after Dusty's breathing sort of evens
out I crawl up beside him and he says, "Oh God Billy, I love the way you do
that."  Then he pulls me up close, kisses me and lets out a long sigh of
contentment.

"Dusty? What'd you just do?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You kissed me, Dusty. You just up and kissed me."

Dusty looks at me and grins. "Yeah. Been wanting to do that for a while
now. You like it?"

"Don't know. It wasn't long enough to tell."

Dusty takes my head between his hands and pulls me in to him. The kiss is
warm and lasts a long time, until I get these goose bumps all over. I run a
hand along his arm and he's got them too. "That okay?"

"Yeah Dusty. That's very okay." I lean in and we start all over again. This
time he opens his lips a little bit and my tongue slips between
them. Dusty's mouth is sort of sweet and tastes like those little green
mints he's so fond of. Without breaking the kiss Dusty rolls us over so I'm
lying on top of him. I can feel his dick against mine and they're both
pretty hard. If I move the slightest little bit I can feel the hair on his
chest against me. Pretty soon I can't help myself and I start humping him,
rubbing my dick in his wiry hair and feeling his dick in my own.

Now his tongue is inside my mouth and I'm sucking on it. He starts humping
me back so it's twice as good. Then he starts talking to me through our
kiss, telling me how good it feels and his hands slip down to my butt,
urging me on.

I think he starts first or maybe it's a draw but suddenly cum is shooting
out between us and I think how much better it is doing it with Dusty
instead of jerking-off in bed alone. Dusty's making funny noises in his
throat and then his hands on my butt are trying to hold me back instead of
urging me on. I figure he's getting to that real sensitive stage so I stop
and we just lay there, breathing hard.

Then Dusty starts to chuckle. "Son of a bitch, Billy but I sure didn't know
just rubbing bellies could feel like that." He starts kissing me again and
we roll over so he's on top. He starts humping me and it feels so good, our
dicks sliding around in our cum. Neither one of us gets exactly hard but it
surely feels nice. In the end we go off to sleep without wiping up and in
the morning we have to laugh because we're sort of stuck together.

One night a couple of weeks after that, when we're finished with each other
and are getting ready to go to sleep Dusty pulls me up against him spoon
fashion and kisses me on the back of the neck. I move around a little,
liking the feel of his dick between my buns. He starts to get hard again
and reaches down and pats me on the ass. "Keep it up Billy, and that
thing's going to slip right up your butt hole."

"I know."

"Huh?" He sounds really surprised.

"I want to try it Dusty. Not tonight but maybe Friday, when we have lots of
time."

"I don't know, Billy. We're both of us pretty big guys and I wouldn't want
you to get hurt or..."

"Dusty, guys do it all the time. You heard all those jokes in the army,
around the barracks. Only I'm not so sure it's funny. I think it might
be... well, nice or something. You think about it. Okay? Cause I think I
really do want to try it, to have you inside me."

Dusty sighs. "I guess so, Billy. If you want it and you think it's okay..."

We both pretend to go to sleep but really we're thinking about it. The more
Dusty thinks about it the better he likes the idea. I can tell because his
dick gets really hard and doesn't go down. Mine is pretty hard too and
somehow I just know it's going to be okay, something we'll wish we'd done
sooner.

Dusty's still thinking about it at work the next day. I can tell he has a
hard-on most of the day but that's because I know him so well. I can sort
of see it in his face. I don't think the other guys notice though because
Dusty's careful not to show what he has.

We don't talk about it again until we're getting ready for bed Friday
night. When we're in the shower kind of playing around Dusty kisses me and
asks if I'm really sure I want to try it. He doesn't know what to call it
so he just talks about "it". I'm playing with his dick and look him in the
eye.

"It's called fucking, Dusty. We might as well call it what it is." I kiss
him. "I want you to fuck me, Dusty."

"Isn't that kind of strange, Billy? I mean that I don't think I've ever
used that word, I don't think I've even thought it much. And I know I've
never heard you say it." He thought about it while I turned off the shower
and handed him his towel. "No, Billy. I don't want to fuck you. I want to
love you. Make love to you. Because that's how I feel. I love you."

I don't know why but this brings me pretty close to crying. I don't really
know if my voice is going to work right but I say it anyway, "I love you
too, Dusty. Have for a long time now I guess. I just didn't know it for
sure until we started... Well, we started playing around and doing stuff to
each other. And now I want you to make love to me."

Dusty nods and hangs up my towel. "Come on, Billy. Let's go see if we
really can do this."

In bed we kiss for a while and then Dusty rolls onto his back and pulls me
on top of him. "You know what I think? I think it might be easier if you're
on top. I mean you sort of sit over me so you can control it, how fast it
goes in and how deep and stuff. Okay?"

I nod and kiss him. I'm just a little scared now that we're actually going
to do it and I'm glad Dusty thought about me being on top. I think it'll be
easier, at least this first time. I don't know much of what to expect and
it makes me feel better, kind of like I'm in charge.

Dusty reaches out to get something from the night stand and hands it to
me. "I bought it yesterday," he says. "It's supposed to be real slick and
it doesn't dry up. It's supposed to make it easier."

I open the tube and sniff the stuff. It smells real good, kind of musky but
a little sweet, too. I squeeze some out on my hand and let Dusty smell it.

"Smells kind of good, don't you think?" he asks. "You just spread it on my
dick and maybe a little on you. Maybe push some up inside you." He looks at
me, studying my face. "You sure about this, Billy?"

I nod and start spreading some of the jelly on Dusty's dick. It's very
smooth and slick and Dusty kind of shivers a little. "You like that?"

"Oh, yeah. Wish I'd had some of that when I learned to jerk-off." His face
gets serious. "Now you stop if this hurts, okay? Because however much it
feels good to me if it doesn't feel good to you we won't do it."

"I know Dusty, but... I don't know. It's just something I got to do." I
hold his dick and rub it around my hole. It feels kind of good and Dusty,
for all his worrying about me, is grinning with pleasure. I begin to ease
back, just a little, and feel his dick begin to stretch me open. I think to
myself that it wants in there as much as I want it in there. I take a deep
breath and Dusty's dick slides right into me and I feel his wiry hair
against my butt.

I stay still a moment and then, suddenly, it's like being struck by
lightning. This feeling washes over me and I'm not me anymore. I'm not
Dusty either but some mixture of us. I am so stunned by the feeling that I
just sit there, trying to take it all in.

Dusty looks up at me and asks what's wrong, am I hurting.

"No, Dusty. It doesn't hurt. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt
in my life. I bend down and kiss him. "I love you, Dusty."

We kiss a long time and then I raise myself up and want to ride him but I
can't. If I do I know I'll come and I'm not ready to do that. But Dusty
shifts a little on the bed and hits something up inside me and it's all
over. It seems to take along time to happen but I know it's coming. Then
the first shot comes and it's so hard that it hits the wall behind the
bed. Then I hit Dusty under the chin and the rest goes onto his chest.

"Billy. Billy, what are you doing? What..." He stops and his eyes sort of
roll up into his head. "Oh my God Billy. I'm..." He doesn't finish but I
know what he was going to tell me because I can feel his dick bucking
around inside of me, shooting me full of his stuff. That makes me start all
over again but it's all dry shots this time.

After a while Dusty looks up at me and grins. "I guess it didn't hurt that
much." He spreads my cum around his chest. "I mean you probably wouldn't
shoot like that if it did."

I laugh and look at the wall. "Up there, too."

Dusty wedges his head back to look. "Jesus Billy. Look at that." He looks
back at me and laughs. "Looks like I better be careful when you're in my
mouth or you'll shoot the back of my head right off." He gets serious
again. "That was wonderful, Billy. Strange, too. I felt so close to
you. Kind of like we were part of each other. Did... Did you feel any of
that?"

I think about it for a bit. "Yeah. I did. More. I felt like I knew
everything you were feeling, everything you were thinking. It was like I
was inside your head or something." I begin riding him again, slow, short
strokes. "You know something else? It was like every one of my nerves was
set off, like I was suddenly wrapped up in... I don't know, wrapped up in
the feeling."

I watch Dusty for a little, while I'm riding him. I think maybe I've never
looked at him clearly before because he looks so different. Kind of like
he's really at peace with himself. And kind of like he really likes what
I'm doing.

I speed up, making the strokes longer and faster. Dusty closes his eyes and
lets out a sigh of pleasure. I'm beginning to tingle all over and the
feeling of Dusty inside me almost does me in. I start to think about what a
big dick Dusty has and how it's making me feel things I didn't even know
existed. Dusty's beginning to breath hard and make odd sounds so I slow
down. I know this won't last much longer but I want to make it last as long
as I can.

Dusty opens his eyes and smiles at me. "Could this possibly be as good for
you as it is for me?"

"Better, I think." I slow down some more, until I'm barely moving on him
but I think maybe, at least for me, it's too late. I feel like I'm going to
explode. I look in Dusty's eyes and see that it's his time, too. He reaches
up and runs his hands along my flanks. Then it's over.

I don't hit the wall behind the bed but my first shot does hit Dusty on the
chin. The rest of the shots are almost dry but they keep coming because I
can feel Dusty shooting off inside me. I keep moving on him until he puts
his hands on my thighs and makes me stop.

"Wait, Billy. Stop," he whispers. "It's just too sensitive." He takes hold
of my dick and rubs some of my cum around the head. "See?"

I grab his hand and hold it still but I don't take it off my dick. Having
my dick in his hand, with him just holding it feels really good to me. I
think it does to him, too.

After a while he pulls me down and kisses me. "I think we need another
shower, don't you? And then some sleep. I want to be rested tomorrow
morning when you do that to me."

I look at him and he reads my mind. "After seeing how much you liked it
there's no way in hell I'm not going to try it. Now come on, let's get that
shower."

We go to sleep lying spoon fashion with Dusty's dick nestled in the crack
between my buns. When we wake we're reversed and my dick is hard between
Dusty's buns. He stretches a little, asks if I'm awake and then says, "I
don't know about this, Billy." He pushes back against me. "You got an
awfully big dick on you."

"No bigger than yours, Dusty. Maybe even a touch shorter than yours." I
push forward and rub my dick in his crack. "And I took yours. All of it as
I remember."

Dusty turns over and kisses me. He's already hard. "Then I'll have to take
all of yours, won't I? But not until I pee and get a little coffee in me. I
want to be wide awake for this."

He gets out of bed holding on to his dick so it won't flop out in front of
him. "You go try to pee and I'll make the coffee. Maybe then this thing
will go down enough so I can pee too."

When he comes back with the coffee he's not hard anymore but he sure is
puffed up. I watch him pee and wonder at the fact that I took that whole
thing inside me last night. He catches me watching and grins. "Hey, you
never seen a guy pee before?" I can tell he wants to wave it around but
he's afraid he'll pee all over the floor. When he's finished he milks it
down good, putting on a little show for me, and then gets in bed.

He drinks some of his coffee and looks at me. "Why should I be a little
scared when I really, really want to do this? Were you..."

"Yeah. I was. But I just knew I had to do it. Funny, I kind of thought it
was mostly for you but it turned out to be for me. It was... I don't
know. It was better than even the first time I jerked-off." I take some of
my coffee. "I guess maybe it might not be that way for you but for
me... well you saw what it did to me."

He puts his mug on the nightstand, takes mine and does the same and then
gathers me into his arms. "You want to do it? Now?"

"Yeah. I do."

He lays me on the bed, on my back and chuckles. "I guess you don't need any
help with that," he says, taking my dick in his hand. "You're hard as
glass." He puts some jell in his hand and spreads it over my dick. I think
to myself that I'd be satisfied if he just kept up touching my dick with
that slick hand but I know there's something better coming.

He hands me the tube of jell and says, "Better put some of that up my butt
hole." It's the first time I've really looked at him there and I wonder how
that tiny hole could possibly take in a dick the size of mine. When I touch
it he jumps a little and laughs. "You know, Billy? You're the first person
ever to touch me there since my mom took me out of diapers. It feels a
little strange but a little nice, too."

I put some of the jell on my finger and very slowly push it into him. It
slides in easily but his muscle is very tight around it. "You got to relax
a little, Dusty. Loosen up."

He does just that, somehow, and I slip my finger in and out of him a
little. Then I jell up my second finger and put both of them in him. They
slide in easily so I use a third and Dusty lets out a little groan. I pull
them out quick.

"That hurt you, Dusty?"

"No. No, it just felt strange and sort of good. Do it again, will you?"

So I push them into him again and sort of rotate then around. I push them
in really far and find that little bump I heard about in the army. When I
push on it Dusty groans again, louder, and says the pre-cum is really
leaking out of him and he thinks he's ready.

I lay back on the bed and Dusty squats over me. He takes my dick in his
hand to steady it and then he sinks down on it. He doesn't stop after the
head goes in he just takes it all in one smooth motion. When it's all the
way in Dusty breaks out into a big grin.

"It didn't hurt at all. And you didn't tell me it'd feel like this." He
rocks forward a little and then back. Then he leans down and kisses
me. "I... I want it a little different," he says and lifts himself off of
me. He lays down on his back and holds his legs in the air. "Let's do it
this way," he says. "You be on top."

After a little experimenting we put a couple of pillows under his butt and
I crawl up between his legs. I put some more jell on my dick and it slides
right into him. I lay a little forward and Dusty wraps his legs around me
and it's perfect. I can make love to him and kiss him and feel his dick
against my belly, all at the same time.

I start to stroke in him and he kind of growls, deep down in his
throat. Then I move a little bit, getting more comfortable, and every time
I push into him he sucks in his breath. "Oh, God, Billy. You're hitting it,
every time. I don't know what it is but it's going to make me come." He
pulls me into a kiss and I feel him let go. His dick is shooting out cum
between us and his butt is clenching around my dick and suddenly I know I'm
going to let go too. When I do we're both growling deep down in our
throats.

It goes on for a long time.

When I stop shaking and open my eyes he's staring at me. "Did you know you
could do this to me?" he says into my mouth. I shake my head. I didn't have
any idea it would be like this.

"Did I do this to you? Last night?"

I break the kiss and pet him on the cheek. "Yea. You did." A funny thought
strikes me and I have to laugh.

"What's funny?"

"Us. I just thought about how are we going to decide now. I mean, who gets
to do what to the other. Who decides?"

"We do. We'll match pennies or something. And it doesn't matter. We have
years and years to do it all and maybe someday we'll find that we just want
to do one thing. I don't think so, but maybe."

----I'm always happy to get comments, questions and even criticism!
Greg Bowden    jg.ps@gte.net