Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2001 20:42:03 -0700
From: Cactus Ren <cactus_ren@hotmail.com>
Subject: Return to Sender

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If
you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it
is illegal in your community, stop here and find something that won't get
you in trouble. Otherwise, please enjoy! This is the first story I've
actually posted somewhere. I hope you enjoy it. If you did, let me know at
cactus_ren@hotmail.com. Thanks!


RETURN TO SENDER
by Cactus Ren

    It was sticking out from under the doormat when I got home, a bulky
manilla envelope with a note scribbled on the outside: "Now here's something
I think YOU might like -- J."
    I opened the envelope. Inside was a videocassette -- my videocassette,
as a matter of fact, or at least one I'd used and passed along to Jayson. I
wondered what might be on it -- some new discovery from PBS, maybe, or a
late-night movie, something he could get with the rabbit ears on his TV.
    Jayson bought a new house in the historic district a month or two
before and discovered that the cable company had yet to wire the place. He
was placed on waiting list, but his street wasn't due for more service for
several months.
    I remembered how disappointed he was when he got the news. It meant
he'd miss the last few episodes of a favorite series on cable. I told him
he was always welcome to come over to my place to watch it, but between
some remodeling projects and his busy work schedule, he never seemed to
have the time.
    So I taped them for him. Didn't even think about it, really. We did
things like for each other all the time -- we'd been best friends for
something like seven years now, ever since he'd moved to the city. We were
close enough to be brothers -- and that's the kind of relationship it was.
    Maybe because we bonded so quickly as friends, I never really got a
chance to consider him as a lover. Oh, he was handsome, very handsome, and I
knew from our trips to the gym he had a hot body, but, well, we were buds,
good ones, which is why I took the time to tape his show and drop it off at
his new house with a note, "Here's something I think you might like -- R."
    I dumped the envelope on the counter and grabbed a diet soda from the
refrigerator on my way to change clothes. I remembered how thrilled he was
to find the tape -- he was so tired from all the remodeling, he couldn't
wait to catch up on the show. He called and nearly squealed his thanks.
    Now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, I flipped on the TV and popped the
tape into the VCR, settling back on the couch with my drink. The screen was
filled with static at first, then the opening credits of the show I'd taped.
What the ... ?
    Then the screen went blank briefly, then an image appeared that I
certainly wasn't expecting. It was Jayson. Sitting on his couch. Dressed
only in some black briefs and white gym socks. Apparently oblovious to the
camera (when did he get a camera, I wondered idly), he was running one hand
across his well-defined chest, his eyes closing as he pinched a nipple. He
slid his other hand down the front of his bulging shorts and moaned a
little.
    My breath caught. I didn't know what to think or do or even feel. In
seven years, I'd only considered going after Jayson a few times and then
only in the haze of too many margaritas, our favorite drink. Now he was
nearly naked on the screen in front of me and I was turned on as hell.
    At first, I wondered if it was a mistake, if he'd taped himself for
someone else (but who?) and passed along the tape by mistake. Then I figured
maybe it's some sort of joke, that the punch line was on its way. But
slowly, he looked up at the camera.
    "Hey, Rog. Surprise. I guess I got something I want to tell you, bud.
First, I'm gonna show you a few things ... "
    I gasped as he peeled off his shorts, revealing a nearly hard cock that
would surely stretch out beyond 8 inches any second now. I never realized he
was so big and ... beautiful. He stroked himself until he was totally erect,
then spread his legs and let his hard cock bounce a few times. He smiled,
pinched a nipple again, then grabbed his tool and began to stroke, slowly.
He rubbed his chest at the same time, leaning back with his eyes closed.
    I was mesmerized and, I realized, as hard as he was. I reached down the
front of my shorts and felt my own cock grow in my hand. I started to push
my shorts down, then decided I didn't want to go that far now. I had a
feeling I might be able to find some help shortly.
    On the screen, Jayson was stroking himself faster, moaning as he did so.
He paused and rubbed his finger over the swollen head of his dick,
collecting some of the precum. He traced his finger lightly up his chest,
then took it in his mouth, slurping a little for effect. He began to stroke
again, fondling his balls with his other hand.
    After a few more minutes, he stiffened a little, then stroked one last
time. His cock erupted. His cum sprayed up across his stomach and chest. I
nearly shot my own load, but held on. As I had begun to expect, Jayson
looked up at the camera and smiled again. He twirled a finger in a puddle of
cum and touched the camera lens, leaving a smudge.
    "You know where to find the rest, baby. If you want it, it's here."

************

    My mind raced as I drove over to his house. I knew if we went through
with this, things would change forever, but I also knew this was what I
wanted, couldn't imagine how I couldn't have seen it before. We were truly
soul mates and this was all we needed to complete it. I realized I couldn't
think of anyone I'd rather grow old with -- especially if that monster cock
of his was along for the ride.
    I parked in front of his house, an oversized bungalow with palm trees
out front. I got out of my car and stood there, suddenly nervous as a
schoolboy arrivng for his first date. I presented an attractive enough
package -- 5-foot-11, 165 well-defined pounds, black hair, blue eyes -- but
I was anxious nonetheless.
    I walked slowly up the walk and knocked. After a minute, the door opened
and Jayson stood there, wearing a t-shirt and board shorts. He was more
beautiful than I'd ever seen him in seven years of friendship -- 6-feet
even, 190 solid pounds, bleached blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I realized
I'd said nothing.
    "So, Rog, see anything good on TV lately?" That did it. We both laughed,
then hugged as we always did when we got together.
    Except this time, the hug went on longer than usual and our arms began
to move, exploring, touching, squeezing. I felt his lips on my neck, then
let him take my face in his hands.
    "Oh, my friend, I have wanted this so long. I hope you have too." As our
lips met, I knew I had. We kissed deeply, our tongues past each other. I
moved one leg between his and pulled him even closer. I could feel his
hardening cock grinding against mine.
    He came up for air. "Slow down, kiddo, we've got all night. At least,
let me close the door!"
    He did, then walked back to me and took me in his arms. We stood there
for a minute, just holding each other. Suddenly I heard him sniff a little.
    "Are you crying, J.?" He pulled away and looked up at me, his eyes wet.
As he smiled, I realized my eyes weren't dry anymore either.
    He took my hand and we walked over to the couch to catch a breath. We
began to explore each others bodies, little by little. I ran my hands up and
down his arms, then wrapped my fingers in his, pulling them to my lips,
where I kissed them. We kicked off our shoes and rubbed our feet together.
He lifted one leg over mind and we continued to explore. I pulled off his
shirt and he slipped mine off. I caressed his chest, kissed his nipples.
    He laid back on the couch and I moved on top of him. We kissed deeply as
our arms and legs continued to wind in and out. We ground our cocks
together, our legs intertwined. Finally, he murmured, "the bedroom would be
more comfortable."
    We walked upstairs wordlessly and when we got there, I dropped to my
knees. I pushed his shorts down and found that hard, beautiful cock that I'd
watched only an hour earlier. I wrapped my lips around the head and he
groaned. I licked the sides, tasted his balls, then went back to his cock,
now dripping with cum. I took it in my mouth and let it slide in.
    "OK, my turned," he said with a gleem in his eye. "You've already seen
what I can do, you perv!" I laughed and let him lead me to the bed. He
pushed me back onto it and crawled up between my legs. He grabbed my shorts
and pulled them down. My nearly 8 inches popped up and he dove in hungrily.
His mouth was warm and wet as he licked and sucked.
    After a few minutes, he crawled up and kissed me again. Our hard cocks
slipped against each other. He playfully pinned my arms to the bed and sat
up.
    "Now I've got you where I want you," he said.
    "What makes you think I haven't got you where I want you?" I replied
with a laugh.
    He reached around and gave my cock a sqeeze. "Oh, we'll both get there."
    Suddenly, he slipped off me and rolled me over and then I felt something
warm against my ass. He pushed his tongue around, sending chills up me. He
worked on me for a minute or two, then flipped me over again.
    "In the drawer," he said huskily. "In the drawer." I reached over and
found a supply of condoms and lube. I tossed the lube to him and kept a
condom. I ripped open the package with my teeth. "C'mere, stud," I said.
    He moved up until his cock was in front of me. I placed the condom on
the tip, then used my lips and mouth to roll it on. Then I laid back and
spread my legs.
    "I've never wanted anything more, Jayson."
    He grinned and opened the tube, squirting lube on his sheathed cock and
more on my waiting ass. He moved between my legs, pushed them up onto his
shoulders and entered me, almost before I knew it. He began to fuck me,
slowly, comfortably, like we'd been doing this for years. He looked into my
eyes, watering up again. It was electric. I said the words almost before I
realized it.
    "God, I loved you Jayson."
    He pumped harder. "Not as much as I love you, Rog."
    I felt his cock inside me and reached up to stroke mine. We found our
rhythm, but not for long.
    "This is it, babe, our first time," he said between strokes. "Cum with
me!"
    I stroked harder and felt him fuck harder and without another word, we
exploded together, me all over us both, him inside me. We were frozen for a
moment, a perfect moment, then Jayson pulled out and collapsed on me. Our
arms found each other and we wrapped ourselves into one.
    Jayson kissed me and I kissed him back, stroking his hair.
    "We shoulda done this a long time ago, my friend," I said.
    "We'll just have to make up for lost time, my lover," he said.
    "So when did you get that video camera, anyway," I asked, remembering
what brought us to this moment.
    "Oh, not long ago," he said mischievously. "I though it might, uh, come
in useful some day."
    "Maybe someday, we can make a dirty movie like the one you did," I said
with a laugh.
    "Well," Jayson said, looking over toward the bathroom, which was, I
noticed for the first time, lit brightly, the door just ajar. "I figured I
should practice ... "