Subject: The Lake (Romantic, Teen M/Teen M, Love, Oral, Anal)
From: dragon@nni.com (Sunday Jones)
Date: 1997/07/05

     I came home from the last day of my summer job to
find a phone message from James. He wanted to meet me at
the diner where we hung out for a soda and had left me a
time to meet him there, and a time to call him by if I
could not make it.   I was a bit concerned, I had spent
most of the summer avoiding being alone with James,
afraid he could tell by the look on my face how I felt
about him, and afraid of losing him as a friend.  A
quick glance at my watch told me that I was ten minutes
too late to call to cancel, so I hurriedly changed
clothes and headed over to The Blue Fountain diner.
Traffic was heavy with everyone leaving work so I was
fifteen minutes late. When I walked in, I spotted James
at a booth in a far corner, which was unusual since we
usually sat up front to watch people and chat with other
friends who showed up at the diner.
     James saw me come in and waved me over. Wondering
what was going on I headed over to the booth and slid in
across from him. He had a strange look on his face, he
looked serious, a foreign expression on his handsome,
usually smiling, face. He asked how work had gone and we
chatted about our summers, but I could tell he had
something on his mind.  
     Finally James pointedly asked, "Alex, why have you
been avoiding me all summer?"  
      "I...I haven't,"  I stammered.
      "You have not spent ten minutes alone with me
since school let out, I know you have been busy with
work, but this is something more. Whenever I suggest we
get together to just hang out alone you always find an
excuse to back out. Have I done something to upset
you?," he asked.
     I made up a few lame excuses that sounded
contrived, even to me. I couldn't meet his eyes.
      "Okay,"  he said,  "you don't want to talk about it.
I understand."  But I could tell he was hurt.
     Something solidified in my gut and I decided to
come clean, if I could not tell my best friend what was
bothering me, I couldn't tell anyone.
     I felt a flush creep up my neck, coloring my
cheeks and making the tips of my ears burn, as I blurted
out, "There is something wrong with me James, I didn't
want you to find out, I didn't know how to tell you, but
I have been having some strange thoughts about guys. Sex
stuff, you know?"
     To my surprise, James visibly relaxed, and smiled
at me, not mockingly, but as though he had a secret he
was teasing me with.
     I was not prepared for his next question. "Have
you done anything about the thoughts?" , he asked me
softly.
     I shook my head, afraid to look him in the eye.
      "Alex," he went on,  "I think most guys have
thoughts like that at some time or another, and it not a
problem as long as you don't let them rule your life, as
long as you keep them in their place. Why haven't you
done anything? , the last question coming out of him
very fast."
     "Well, James, there is only one guy I would ever
consider doing anything with and I don't think he is at
all interested in doing anything like that with me,"  I
replied.
     James asked,  "Is he anyone I know?"
     I could not believe how dense he seemed, I had
thought for sure he would be running for his car by now.
I just nodded.
     An understanding light brightened James' eyes as
he looked at me. He stared down at his hands for what
seemed like an eternity before lifting his eyes to look
at me and ask, "Me?" 
     I couldn't force my tongue to work so I just
nodded and turned a brighter shade of red.
     James started shuffling in his feet, and bouncing
his knees below the table, a sure sign that he was
nervous or excited by something. The idea of him being
excited by this never crossed my mind, I could only
think that I had gone too far and that my best friend
was trying to find a way to tell me that he didn't want
to ever see me again.
     When James spoke again, he told me  "Well, Alex,
you have given me a lot to think about.  I know you are
still my best friend, and I am glad that this is the
only reason you have been avoiding me, I was afraid you
had gotten into some kind of trouble, drugs, or
something, lots of crazy thoughts ran through my mind,
but this was not one of them. Would you mind if I went
home now to take some time to think about all this?" 
     I shook my head.  "I appreciate your taking this so
well James, take all the time you need, and please give
me a call when you are finished thinking. I am sure this
is just a phase I am going through, and I don't want it
to strain or damage our friendship." 
     He slid out of the booth and patted my shoulder in
a friendly way before heading for the door. I sat alone,
finishing my Pepsi, and headed for the register to pay
for our drinks. I started feeling nervous on the drive
home, thinking that it was all over with James.
     Telling James how I felt brought me back to the
first time I realized I was attracted to him in both an
emotional and sexual way.
     We were sitting on an old dock, jutting out on the
river, near my house. We had been drinking a little bit,
to celebrate our 18th birthday. With my birthday on
February 27th and his on the 28th we had always
celebrated together with our families, and alone
together, always sleeping over at his or my house. We
had each had a couple beers and were watching the boats
float by on the river, shivering a bit in the crisp
winter night, but not wanting the evening to end. James
always got serious when he drank and he started
reminiscing about our past birthdays. He remembered
everything we had ever done. even silly kid stuff that I
had forgotten. He finally wound down and got very
serious telling me that we would be best friends
forever, that there is nothing that could happen to
separate us. I was touched, even if it took a few beers
for him to say something like that. I promptly agreed
with him and spontaneously hugged him. We held onto each
other for a few minutes. During that time of contact a
burst of feelings flooded through my mind like an
explosion set my subconscious free for a few minutes. I
felt his arms around me and thought I how nice it would
be for it to never end. After that night I never thought
of James the same way again. He was no longer just my
best friend, but someone I was attracted to and with
whom wanted to spend all my time.  
     That was when I began began to distance myself
from him. It was nothing he was doing.  It was my fear
of being found out. James has a way of seeing into me
and finding out what is wrong. He usually gives me time
to work things out on my own, but when he thinks it is
getting to be too much for me to handle alone, he steps
in and takes over, or at least symbolically holds my
hands as I work though my problems. It was him who made
it possible for me to tell my parents that I was failing
Calculus, with him beside me I knew they wouldn't yell,
and it was he who stayed calm and suggested, where my
folks could hear, that I get a tutor, and as usual his
idea worked and I squeaked through the class with a C
average. But this was a problem I didn't want him to get
out of me, it was the one thing I didn't think he could
help me get through.  I thought about going to a
counselor, but there was nobody at school I trusted, and
getting professional help would have involved giving my
parents more explanations than I wanted to give. So, I
took what seemed like my only way out, I avoided
spending time alone with James. I couldn't stand the
idea of not seeing him at all, so I compromised,
deciding that I would be safe as long as there were
other people around us at all times.
     The whole afternoon had worn me out, so I came
home, and after a brief hello to my folks, headed to
bed.  My parents probably thought I was sick or
something; I am never the first one in the house to go
to sleep.  At around eleven that night I awoke to the
sound of the phone ringing. Before it had rang 3 times I
heard my mom grab it in the hallway outside my room. 
She was speaking softly, for her, which just meant that
the neighbors couldn't hear her unless their windows
were open.  She was telling James that I had gone to bed
and was asleep for the night.  I jumped out of bed and
ran to my door, poked my head out, and told my mom I was
awake and would take the call in my room.  She relayed
the information to James and I picked up the phone by my
bed and told her I had it.  When she hung up her
extension, I said  "Hi James",  and fell silent, not
knowing what to say.
     It was quiet for a few seconds until James softly
asked,  "Alex, are you there?"
      "Yeah, I am." 
      "We need to talk some more, can you come meet me
at the old dock down by the river?",  he asked.
      "When?", I asked, still a little groggy from
sleep.
      "How about now?  I won't sleep until we talk."
      "Sure," I agreed, "I have to get dressed, how does
fifteen minutes sound?" 
      "Great! See you then buddy."
     Since it was still warm for September I just threw
on an Izod, a pair of shorts and running shoes and
headed out the door.  On the short walk to the dock I
wondered why he had picked the river as the place to
talk.  We had often sat there, watching the leaves,
branches, and other debris glide by as we talked, but
now the place had a special significance for me.
     When I got there he was pacing up and down the
length of the dock.  It was almost a full moon so I
could see him from a ways away, and walked slower,
taking in the view of his brown hair flopping back and
forth off his forehead as he turned at the end of each
length of the pier.  When he saw me approach he stopped
pacing and just watched me walk towards him.  We did not
speak, and when I was barely an arm's length away he
reached out and enveloped me in a warm hug and held on
for longer than usual.  James is not usually an
affectionate type guy, so this took me by surprise, but
I quickly got my arms around him and hugged him back,
thinking that this kind of thing would be very easy to
get used to.
     James led me to the end of the dock where we sat
in our usual spot, facing the wide expanse of water, or
feet dangling down inches about the surface of the
river.  Instead of facing forward to talk, like we
usually did, James tucked one foot under his other leg
and turned halfway to face me.  He shuffled in place a
bit, like he was trying to find a comfortable position. 
Not knowing what to expect, prepared for the worst, I
got up the nerve to ask him if he had reached any kind
of decision about how he felt about all this.
     "Alex,"  he said softly,  "earlier when you told me
how you had been thinking about me, I was shocked, and
very flattered.  When I said that I thought most guys
had feelings like this, I was including myself in that
group.  And the more I thought about you struggling with
this, the more it made me face my own feelings on the
subject.  While I don't really know what I want, I do
know that if you are willing to explore these feeling
with me, I would really like to give it a try.  There is
nobody else that I would feel comfortable doing this
with."  His little speech came out like a torrent, never
stopping for breath, as though he had to get it all out
before he changed his mind.
     I was speechless.  I turned to look at him and
tried to catch his eye as he looked everywhere except
directly at me.  Finally deciding that he was not
joking, James would never do that to me, I asked, "You
sure?"
     He nodded slowly, finally looking me directly in
the eye.
     Not knowing what to say, we both spent several
minutes staring out at the river, tracking the movement
of a leaf caught in the current of the river, dipping
and swirling past us, finally leaving our view as it
went around a bend in the river.
     I spoke first, "If you are sure about this, and I
know its what I want too, what do we do now?"
     James had apparently already given this some
thought.  "We have one more weekend left before we start
school.  Why don't we take a hike up to the lake near
Hawk Mountain and camp out for the weekend.  You are
done with work, and my folks know I have not been
spending much time with you, I am sure they will say its
okay." 
     It sounded like a great plan to me.  "That would
be cool James, when should we leave?" 
     "Well,"  he said, "tomorrow is Thursday, if we get
everything we need together tomorrow, we can get an
early start on Friday morning. If we leave by seven we
can get up to the park, and finish hiking to the lake by
three or four in the afternoon.  How does that sound?"
     I was grinning ear to ear, "Sounds like a plan,
buddy.  I'm sure it'll be no problem with my folks." 
     We stood and hugged each other, for the first time
we were touching each other knowing how the other felt. 
The hug went on for several minutes in the moonlight and
when we pulled apart, it was like having an important
part of my body amputated.  I didn't want to lose touch
with that feeling.  He surprised me by giving me a quick
kiss on my cheek and turning to run off the dock, and
back up the road towards his house, turning to shout,
"Talk to you tomorrow Alex, pleasant dreams."
     I don't remember the walk back home; I was
shrouded in a fog of happy contentment.  I somehow found
my way to my house, and up to my room, where I stripped
and climbed into bed thinking of the coming weekend.  I
planned what to take, both for the camping trip and for
any experimentation that happened.  I wanted this to be
the best weekend of my life, everything had to be
perfect.
     James called me the next morning and we worked out
who was buying what, and who was going to bring what. 
We decided that he would take care of the food and I
would bring my tent, it was smaller and would be less to
carry on the hike up to the lake.  We were so busy we
didn't see each other at all on Thursday, but I was
waiting out front with my tent and sleeping bag and back
pack full of supplies when he pulled up out front at
seven sharp.
     He popped his trunk and I tossed in my gear. 
James opened the passenger door from inside and I got in
and belted myself.  He looked over at me and smiled. 
"You look sleepy Alex, it's a long drive up to the
mountains, why don't ya'll lean back and sleep for a
while."  James' slight accent, left over from his early
childhood in Texas came through sometimes.
     I didn't know if he was nervous about all this and
didn't want to talk right now, or if he just wanted to
let me catch up on my sleep.  I was too excited to
sleep, so I just leaned back and narrowed my eyes to
slits and watched as we got on our way.  Right before we
got on the turnpike James pulled into a convenience
store for a carton of milk.  Somehow this made me feel
comfortable. James has a thing for two percent milk, and
if he had the presence of mind to stop for some before
heading out on a weekend with no refrigeration, then he
couldn't be too nervous.

     By the time we had gone a few miles up the
turnpike, James had finished his milk and popped in his
Alanis Morrisette cassette.  I kept my eyes mostly
closed as I watched him dance in his seat, occasionally
singing aloud his favorite lyrics.  I took the time to
really take in his appearance.  His hair was longer than
mine, a healthy, thick chestnut brown, short on the
sides and back, but long enough to flop in his face in
away that made him look both boyish and vulnerable. 
Physically we were very similar, medium height,, maybe a
little short for our ages, but both of us had hopes of
adding a few inches before we stopped growing, we were
both slim, within ten pounds of each other in weight,
James being the more muscular of the two of us and his
dark brooding look complimented my dark blonde,  preppy
blandness.  Both of us had no trouble attracting girls
when we wanted to, but lately the idea had not been too
high on my list of priorities.  It must not have been a
major thing for James either this summer, since this was
the first time since we turned fourteen that he didn't
have a girl at his side from June to August.  If James
had kept the pact we had made when we were twelve, and I
was sure he had, he had not gone farther with a girl
than some heavy petting.  We had sworn an oath to tell
each other immediately if either of us went all the way
with a girl and as of yet, neither of us had anything to
confess.
     When I finished absorbing the sight of James, I
noticed our clothes.  Without planning to, we had both
dressed basically the same.  We both wore shorts made
from cut off Levi 501's, and navy blue pull over shirts,
his a Polo, and mine an Izod, but basically the same. 
Even our hiking boots were the same, not surprising
really, since our moms had gotten together and bought us
identical pairs for our birthdays last winter, all the
while complaining that we would outgrow them before we
came close to wearing them out, but willing to indulge
us on this since we both wanted them so much.
     Somewhere winding through the mountains I dozed
off.  James gently shook me awake and I looked around,
noticing we were in the parking lot of Hawk Mountain
Preserve.  We quickly got out of the car and retrieved
our gear from the trunk, eager to be on our way.  We had
a long hike ahead of us, through a deep valley and over
a ridge to the most secluded part of the park, a site we
had found a couple years ago on a hiking expedition that
we hoped was too far off the paths to have attracted any
other campers.   On the hike to the lake we started
talking about sex.  We had both given it a lot of
thought and for the first time we voiced our curiosity
about what it would be like to have sex with a guy, and
with each other in particular.
     "I want to warn you up front," James said, "I
don't know what it will be like to kiss a guy, and I'm
not sure its something I am ready to do." 
     I nodded, afraid to talk, the idea of kissing him
was something I had thought about continuously for
several months, but I didn't want to make him feel
uncomfortable.  I figured it would be something we could
try, and if he didn't like it, we would stop.
     "I know what you mean," I lied, "whatever we do,
its gotta only be stuff we both want, okay?" 
     He brightened up, and nodded vigorously, "Right! 
If either of us wants to stop at anytime we will say
so." 
     "It's a deal,"  I said, holding out my hand to
shake on it.
     At that point we began climbing the last ridge so
we had to be careful of our footing and did not have
much time for talking.  By the time we crested the
ridge, and viewed the valley and sparkling lake
spreading out before us, we were both pretty tired, out
of breath, and sweaty.  This side of the ridge was a
more gradual slope down to the clearing beside the lake,
we picked up speed so we could reach the lake and set up
camp before it got dark, knowing the sun would set early
behind the mountains surrounding this place.
     We finally reached the clearing and found it
deserted.  We guessed, aloud, that there we were the
only ones for miles around.  Choosing a likely spot for
our camp on the edge of the clearing where someone had
left a fire ring from their camping expedition, we split
up for chores.  Since it was my tent, I would stay and
set it up, getting everything ready for the night before
it got too dark while James went off in search of
firewood so we could cook dinner.  After James had
entered the woods, I took off my boots and socks so I
wouldn't track dirt in the tent while setting it up, and
figuring I could catch some of the last of the late
afternoon sun, I also stripped off my sweaty shirt,
hanging it over a branch to dry.  It took me about
thirty minutes to get everything set.  When I was done I
decided to grab some more rocks and make the ring around
the fire pit a little bigger while James finished
hunting for wood.
     I was kneeling by the pit arranging the rocks when
James came back.  Silently he stripped off his boots and
shirt before I saw him.  I didn't know he was back until
he hit me in a running tackle, knocking us both into the
cool grass.  Taken by surprise, it took me a few minutes
to realize what was happening.  Then I began to fight
back, wrestling, with a vigor I didn't usually associate
with play fighting.  We rolled around in the grass, our
sweaty bodies rubbing against each other until I could
not tell his musky scent from my own.  After a few
minutes of serious wrestling I began to get winded and
surrendered.  He didn't let up until he had me pinned,
his hands pressing my wrists into the ground and his
weight resting on my chest.  He grinned down at me with
a smile that looked like it was going to split his face
wide open.  We were both breathing hard and perspiring
freely.  To get in one last jab at me he shook his head,
flinging sweat all over the two of us.
     "You need a bath!", was all I could think of to
say.
     "So do you!" 
     He released my hands so I could get up, but
instead I reached up and gave the fly of his shorts a
pull.  In one quick motion I had all of the buttons open
and could see the bright whiteness of his underwear
against the dark tan of his stomach.  He decided to
follow my lead and moved back so he could open my
shorts.  He took it a step farther and actually pulled
them off me once he had the buttons undone.  When he
stood I grabbed the legs of his shorts and pulled them
down  so he could step out of them.  It was getting
darker as he helped me up.  He looked at me
mischievously and said,  I'll race you! 
     Before I could respond, he stripped off his briefs
and started running towards the lake.  I almost tripped
trying to run as I was pulling my own off , but I made
it to the edge of the lake as he entered the water in a
shallow dive, skimming just below the surface.  I dove
in and started swimming to catch up to him.  We are
pretty well matched in the water, but he had a head
start.  When I caught up to him he was treading water
out towards the middle of the small, sun warmed lake.  I
came to a stop beside him and started treading water
beside him.
     "Beat ya!"  he teased, splashing me playfully.  
     I splashed back, and told him "Yeah, but you had a
head start. Catch me now!"  I tapped him on the head,
pushing him under and swam quickly away under water.  
     When I surfaced he was still twenty feet away
looking around for me.  He spotted me and started
swimming my way.    I moved off the side and when he
surfaced, I reached over and touched his shoulder, "Tag!
You're still it!", and swam away again.
     I didn't go as far this time and he easily caught
me.  Just before reaching me he dove deep. I looked
around for him but couldn't see where he had gone.  I
learned where a second later when he grabbed both my
feet and pulled me under.  I recovered quickly and
grabbed him.  We wrestled below the surface for a few
moments until we both needed to break the surface for
air.
     This time we were much closer in the water, and I
grew embarrassed as I realized that in our wrestling he
had brushed against my hard cock.  I didn't stay
embarrassed because I realized I had felt his hardness
pressing against my hip as we wrestled.  We swam
silently in place, just watching each other's eyes.  I
started feeling chilly so I nodded my head towards shore
and began swimming in that direction.  James was quickly
at my side as we had one last race towards shore.  This
time I beat him, and climbed up on the lakeshore where I
collapsed on my back in the soft grass.   The last
golden red rays of sun were receding behind the mountain
in front of us, and over our heads the stars were
piercing the dark blue sky from north to south.
     We lay side by side catching our breath,
occasionally one of us pointing out a constellation to
the other as the sky grew darker and the stars more
pronounced in the night sky.  As we lay there James feel
asleep.  I just stared at the sky battling with myself. 
The last couple days had only intensified my feelings
for James.  I was coming to realize that I did not just
want to fool around with him this weekend, I wanted to
be with him in a real relationship.  I had read a lot of
things about guys falling in love with straight friends,
and while I knew that James was not exactly straight, I
was sure he would never consider a relationship with
another male, and that I was setting myself up to have
my heart broken when he had gotten all of this
experimentation out of his system.
     When it did not seem like he was going to awaken
soon, I quietly climbed to my feet and headed back
towards the tent.  Once there I retrieved one of the
sleeping bags, a Pepsi, and my back pack.  I took them
back to the shore and unzipped the bag, making a large
surface to lay on.  I gently woke James and got him to
move onto the sleeping bag, and opened the soda.  We
shared  the can, passing it back and forth until it was
empty.  While we drank I got up the nerve to be more
open with him, deciding for once not to just follow his
lead and to let him know what the weekend meant to me.
     As I tried to find the words to express how I felt
about him in such a way that he wouldn't feel pressured
or threatened, he put his hand on my thigh.  Distracted
I pushed it away.  He seemed startled by this act and
looked up at me, and asked "What's wrong Alex?  I
thought you wanted this." 
     "I do!", I exclaimed, "But I need to tell you
something first.  James, I love you.  This is not just
an experimentation thing for me.  I have thought a lot
about this and I know that I love you, I don't expect
you to feel the same way, but you deserve to know how
important this is to me." 
     "God Alex, I had no idea you felt this way about
me, I didn't know." 
     "I love you too,"  he continued, "but I don't know
how far this can go.  Its not that I don't love you,
because I do, but I don't know if I am ready for any
kind of serious thing with you, or any guy, I planned to
use this weekend to explore some feelings I have had,
and to try to work some stuff out in my head." 
     I whispered softly, "I'm sorry James, I didn't
mean to lay this on you like this.  I just am afraid
that after this is over you will forget about it, and I
know I never will." 
     He reached over and brushed my bangs out of my
eyes.  
     "Alex, no matter what happens, I will not forget
this, ever.  I want to do everything we talked about,
and I want to do them with you.  If that's not enough
for you I understand, and we can forget it.  But I do
love you, never forget that." 
     I laid back on the bag, and stared at the stars
for a few minutes, and decided that no matter what the
future might bring, I wanted this weekend with James. I
turned on my side, propping my head up on one elbow, and
answered. 
     "James, now that you know how I feel, if you still
are willing to go through with this, I am too.  I love
you, and if this weekend is all we ever have together in
this way, that will be enough." 
     A smile lit up his face, and he jokingly asked,
"Do you really want dinner?"
     Laughing softly I shook my head, no.
     He moved closer to me and wrapped an arm around my
shoulders, pulling me close enough for our chests to
touch.  His nipples had hardened with emotion, or from
the cooler night air, and felt like tiny pebbles
pressing into my flesh.  The smoothness of my chest was
scratched slightly by the small tuft of hair in the
center of his chest.  I had long envied him that sign of
maturity, but having it against me was almost as good as
having it for myself.
     He brought his lips to mine and kissed me.  His
lips were cold and stiff, he kept his mouth tightly
closed and just kind of pushed against my mouth.  It was
less than I expected, but it was a start. I pulled away
slightly and leaned down to kiss his neck.  James
relaxed when I started nibbling and licking my way down
his throat to the top of his chest.  Rolling him over on
his back, I moved down his body, my hands staying a few
inches ahead of my mouth.  I took one of his hard
nipples in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and
softly biting it produced a gasp from his parted lips. 
His breathing became more labored as I began kissing my
way down the light fan of hair from his stomach towards
his navel.  Moving my hand to his inner thigh, I let my
fingertips just graze his skin, inching closer and
closer to his balls where they rest against his right
leg.  
     As I approached his hard dick, my stomach began to
flutter.  Realizing that this was a big step, I firmed
my resolve and took the base in one hand.  My hand fit
comfortably around the shaft of his cock even though it
was somewhat larger than my own.  My hand felt at home
there, as though it knew what to do.  Tilting his hard
shaft up and away from his body, I leaned back and
stared at his circumcised cock.   The shaft was a dark
tan, the color of coffee with cream and the area below
the head began to darken from the light brown of his
circumcision scar to a deep purple when it reached his
plum shaped glans.  A drop of clear fluid glistened at
the tip.  Focusing on the drop I leaned down and licked
the head. Using my tongue I spread the clear fluid
across the surface of his helmet shaped head.  I tasted
the spicy saltiness of the drop of pre-cum, and savored
it on my tongue.  The feeling of intimacy increased as I
took the head into my mouth, sucking the cap softly and
using my tongue to explore the spongy firmness and
texture of his cock.  Inexperienced as I was I didn't
think I could get all of his almost eight inch cock in
my mouth, but I wanted as much as possible.  I slid my
lips down along his shaft, noticing the difference in
texture as my tongue encountered the taut skin covering
the rod that was sinking into my mouth.  When the head
of his cock reached the back of my throat I stopped,
feeling his muscles tighten and relax in waves across
his body.  Holding his cock in my mouth I covered every
inch of it with my tongue.  His cock grew harder the
more I licked on it, and each gentle suck he responded
by lifting his hips off the blanket, trying to get more
of him into my mouth.  After a few minutes of careful
exploration, he pulled me off his cock and up into his
arms, whispering my name.
     He kissed me again, this time with more passion.
His lips remained closed again, but there was a warmth
and suppleness to them that the other kiss lacked.  I
kissed back more forcefully this time and kept it going
until he pulled away gasping.  He gave me a quizzical
look and rolled me over onto my back.  
     "My turn."  he said playfully.
     He must have been playing close attention to what
I did to him because he repeated the actions almost
exactly.  He kissed and licked his way down my torso
until he reached my stomach. Mine was the first
uncircumcised penis he had ever touched and he seemed a
little unsure of what to do.  When he grasped the shaft
of my cock and held it for a few moments, I covered his
hand with my own and pulled it down, showing him how to
retract my skin and let the head come out from under the
sheath.  I gasped as the cool night breeze wafted across
the dampness of my exposed cockhead.  The feel of his
warm hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock was enough
to send shivers up my spine and drops of pre-cum
bubbling up out of my cock.  Taking a few moments to
gather his courage, he took the head of my cock into his
mouth.  I felt his tongue caressing me as he cleaned the
clear, shiny fluid from the my hard glans.  He lifted
his head and turned to meet my eyes.  I was struck by
the clean masculine beauty of his face as we stared at
one another.  He broke his gaze a moment later and
turned back to look at my cock.  He used his hand to
bring my foreskin up to cover and uncover my pink helmet
a few times before taking it back into his mouth.  My
cock is more slender than his, and just over six inches
long.   He was able to take more of it into his mouth
than I could of his.  When I felt the head of my cock
rub against the soft tissue at the back of this throat a
shiver went through my body and gooseflesh rippled
across my chest, arms and legs.  He continued sucking
and licking my dick for a few minutes, I was raising my
hips to meet him as he took more and more of my cock
into his mouth.  When I felt his lips brush against my
pubic hair, I moaned softly and felt my balls draw up
close to my body.  Afraid my approaching orgasm would
end things prematurely, I pulled him off my cock and
back up against me, chest to chest, face to face.
     Kiss.  This time is was magical.  Or lips met and
I felt the warmth spread from there throughout my body. 
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.  Our
hard cocks warred against each other between us, each of
us grinding it against the other, spreading a wet trail
of pre-cum against our stomachs.  Instinctively I opened
my mouth slightly into the kiss.  James opened his as
well and our tongues met for the first time.  He tasted
sweet and salty, I loved the flavor our cocks mingling
with our saliva as our tongues battled like our dicks. 
He drew my tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it
gently, exactly like he had sucked on my cock.  This
drove me crazy.  I loosened my arms form around him and
let my fingers scratch and massage there way up and down
his back.  I clawed at him with a passion I had never
imagined.  When the kiss broke off, I shouted, louder
than I intended,  "I love you James!"  and listened to it
echo faintly back from the surrounding hills.
     James looked into my eyes and whispered, "I love
you too Alexander." 
     Turning about so his head was near my groin and
his hard cock was inches from my face he began licking
my balls.  Realizing this was a perfect opportunity to
find out what we both liked I began to mirror his
actions.  I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked
on it lightly as I ran my tongue over the surface of the
skin.  There was a slight saltiness to the flesh from
the sweat that had formed and dried as we lay under the
stars. He switched to my other ball so I did too, and
then, with a little work, got them both into my mouth.  
I dropped back to doing one almost immediately, having
both in my mouth did not give me room to breathe or to
really use my tongue.  Slowly we worked our way up each
other's shaft.  James took my dick back into his mouth
while I sucked on just the head of his cock.    Running
my hand between his thighs gave me an idea.
     While James continued to send shivers up and down
my spine by working on my cock, vigorously sliding his
lips up and down the shaft and focusing on the head on
each upward stroke, I decided to try something new.  I
moved my mouth lower, to the base of his scrotum where
the sac meets the skin between his leg.  As I kissed and
licked that area I felt his mouth come off my cock, he
began moaning softly.  As I worked deeper between his
legs he bent one knee giving me better access to the
crevasse between his legs.  I inched forward, entering
the cleft between the cheeks of his ass.  Using my
tongue, I explored this new region.  James seemed
exceptionally sensitive to the actions of my mouth down
there.  He spread his legs farther apart as my tongue
reached his anus.  Letting myself go, and not really
believing I was doing it, I began to lick and kiss his
hole.  In the shadows cast by his legs in the moonlight
I could not see what I was doing and relied on the sense
of touch from my tongue alone.  I clutched the cheeks of
his ass in both hands and pulled them apart, giving
myself better access to his hole and allowing my tongue
to get a little ways inside him, coating the opening of
his ass with spit.  Releasing one cheek, I began probing
the hole with my finger tip between licking and kissing
his anus.  Feeling his body relax under the
ministrations of my tongue I let one fingertip sink in
up to the second knuckle.  James moaned and rolled over
onto his back.  I climbed between his legs and grasped
his knees, pulling them apart and up, giving me even
better access to his hole.  I licked and kissed the
opening until it was relaxed enough to take first one
complete finger, and then two.  
     While running my fingers in and out of his ass I
returned my mouth to his cock.  I sucked the head into
my mouth and slid as much as I could into my mouth,
lifting my head on and off his penis in time with the
thrusts of my fingers.  When I felt his cock tensing up
as though he was about to cum, I stopped everything I
was doing.  Climbing back up his body until we were face
to face I silently stared at him.  
     His eyes were wide and his skin flushed as he
grasped that back of my neck and pulled me towards his
mouth.  There was no resistance this time, his lips
parted as soon as they touched mine, and I drew his
tongue into my mouth.  He ran his tongue over the tips
of my teeth and I felt him exploring my mouth with all
the passion he had used when exploring my cock.  We
kissed for at least ten minutes, using our hands to
express our joy in the possession of each other's body. 
     When at last we took a break from kissing, I
pulled my self into a sitting position next to James. 
Running my fingers over his chest I shyly confessed that
there was something else I wanted to do.
     "James," I said softly, "whenever I have thought
about doing this with you, it has always ended with you
screwing me.  The idea of you pumping into me was enough
to get me off almost every night since last March.  But,
that was before I saw your cock up close and hard.  Its
awfully big, and I don't think I could handle it." 
     He chuckled softly, "It's okay Alex."  He paused,
"You know, I bet you I could handle you." 
     My jaw dropped.  This was something I had not
considered.  Somehow, I never thought that James'
experimentation would go so far as to let himself be
fucked.  It took a few moments of mental gymnastics for
me to realign my thoughts before I asked, "Are you sure
you want to try this?" 
     "Hell yes!,"  he replied, "We have done everything
else haven't we?" 
     I nodded, and quickly leaned down and kissed him
before crawling to the edge of the sleeping bag and
retrieving a small bottle of sweet almond oil from my
back pack.  
     In response to the questioning look in his eyes, I
motioned for him to roll onto his stomach.  Kneeling
beside him I took some of the oil onto my palm and
rubbed my hands together to get the oil warm.  I climbed
onto his back, with one knee on either side of his hips
and began working the oil into his neck and shoulders. 
Spreading it very thin I searched out each knot of
tension and every tight muscle and rubbed and massaged
them until they unclenched.  Adding oil as my hands
became dry I worked my way down his back, trying to
release the muscles down each side of his spine.  Moving
down his back, sliding my hips backwards I finally came
to his ass.  I noticed as I massaged oil into the cheeks
that the moonlight was making his normally tan skin
gleam silver, like a warm living statue.  The perfection
of the muscles rippling under his skin took my breath
away.
     Moving my knees into the area between his parted
legs I drizzled a small amount of oil into the crack
between the glistening globes of his ass.  I massaged
the oil into the whole area, especially focusing on
getting the slick fluid into his hole to make sure there
was no pain during my penetration of his virginal ass. 
James gasped and moaned softly when I put a second
finger into him, but when I added a little more oil, my
fingers went in and out easily and his gasps switched to
sharp intakes of breath and yips of pleasure.
     "Turn over James,"  I whispered in his ear.
     When he complied, I was astounded to see how hard his
cock had become while I was fingering his hole.  His
balls were pulled up flat against his groin and the tip
of his cock was shiny with pre-cum, glistening in the
dim light.
     On impulse I dumped the rest of the oil onto his
cock, and let it drip into his pubic hair.  With my hand
I worked it into the shaft and across the head of his
thick cock.  I spread the oil down and cupped his balls,
coating the scrotum with the sweet smelling lubricant. 
My hands were slick enough to coat my own cock, making
it slick and shiny.  I wiped my hands on my leg and lay
atop James.  We kissed as we ground out groins together,
the oil making the shaft of our cocks slide against each
other, producing much more intense feelings than our dry
humping had earlier.
     James slipped to one side and chewed on my ear
lobe.  When our grinding and humping began to bring
feelings of impending orgasm, he asked me to enter him. 
James started to try to turn over, but I stopped him.  I
wanted to see his face as I penetrated him.  Positioning
myself between his spread legs, I lifted his knees and
positioned his ankles on my shoulders.
     His eyes were wide as I moved forward, the head of
my cock brushing between the slick cheeks of his ass.  I
slid closer to him and positioned the head of my cock at
the burning hot hole.  I settled my weight on my knees
and looked into his face.  He was staring into my eyes
and biting his lower lip nervously.  Thinking he might
be having second thoughts I asked him if he was ready. 
He nodded slowly, never letting his eyes leave mine.  
     He winced slightly as the head of my cock slipped
inside his hole.  I waited there, patiently, so he could
relax.  The soft, tight heat surrounding the head of my
cock was incredibly intense.  It was all I could do not
to bury myself in him, connecting myself to him in the
deepest way possible.  I leaned down to kiss him.  James
responded to the kiss passionately, putting his arms
around my neck and pulling my chest down against him.  I
felt him wince again, then relax as a little more of my
shaft slipped into him.  He sucked my tongue into his
mouth, I swirled it around his, and nibbled softly on
his lower lip.  He pulled his mouth away long enough to
ask me to finish entering him. 
     Burying my face in his neck, I slid my hips
forward.  Biting his neck to distract him from any pain
he was feeling from the penetration, I finally managed
to sink my cock in to the base.  When I felt his balls
pushing into my pubic hair I stopped and let him grow
accustomed to my hard dick being inside him.  When I
felt his hole relax around my dick, I slowly pulled back
a few inches, then slid back into place.  James pulled
my face up to his so we could continue kissing.  I
pulled his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it like a
small cock.  The feeling of completeness grew in me from
his tongue in my mouth, and my dick in his ass.  As the
feelings spreading from my lips, cock, and soul
enveloped me I reached down to wrap one hand around his
still slick shaft.  I jerked him off in time to my
thrusts.  As my thrusts increased in length and power I
increased the stroking of his cock.  I had never
imagined a dick could get as hard as his shaft felt in
my slippery hand.  The head of his cock bumped and slid
across my stomach as I jerked him off,his hardness
rubbing against me increased my desire for him.  Not
knowing how much longer I could keep from cumming inside
him, I began to focus my hand's movements on the top
part of his dick.  My thumb and forefinger sliding up
and down on the head of his cock had James bucking his
hips up driving my hand faster over his dick, and
forcing my cock to enter him quicker and more
frequently.  When his dick finally exploded a huge load
of semen over my hand and between our stomachs the
resulting spasms of the muscles in his ass drove me over
the edge.  I drove my tongue into his mouth, as my balls
drew up and unloaded their contents into his ass.  The
feelings of intense pleasure and closeness to James
washed over me at once.  When I finished cumming I
noticed tears streaming down my face.
     James ignored the sticky mess between us and
pulled my head down to his chest.  He stroked my hair
softly and whispered,  I love you,  over and over into
my ear.  I was overcome with emotion and sobs racked my
body, I clung to him like a drowning person clinging to
a rubber raft.  My best friend put a hand on each side
of my face and drew it close to his own.  He kissed the
tears away from my face and let me get the crying out of
my system.  My cock had grown soft and fallen out of his
ass, and his had softened until I could just feel it
pressing into my lower stomach.
     Rolling over on our sides, James kept touching me
softly, brushing the hair from my eyes, and brushing his
lips against mine, and against my face and neck.  When I
had caught my breath he drew my chin up so he could see
into my eyes.
     "Alex, Alex, Alex...",  he kept repeating.  
     Uncertain of my control over my vocal chords, I
just looked at him.  
     "I love you,"  he said, "I love you more than I
have ever loved anyone in my life." 
     "I don't think this is a phase,"  he went on, "and
this goes way beyond experimentation.  I don't know
where this is going, but I want to see where it goes,
with you at my side." 
     I was not sure I heard him right, "Are you really
sure you feel that way James?" 
     "As sure as I have ever been of anything."  He
continued, "I still don't know if I am gay, or bisexual,
or what, but I know I love you so much I am willing to
do what it takes to find out." 
     I shivered slightly and moved closer to him.  It
was now after midnight and the mountain air was chilly.
     James mentioned wanting to clean up, so I grabbed
a couple towels and a bar of soap from my back pack and
we waded into the lake.  Taking turns, we washed the oil
and the drying semen from each other, taking time to
caress and kiss as we went along.  When we were clean we
stepped out of the water and dried one another.  
     "How do you feel about spending the rest of the
night out here instead of in the tent?",  James asked.
     "Sounds like a great idea to me." 
     We went back to the camp site and retrieved the
other sleeping bag and our pillows.  Back at the
lakeshore we zipped the bags together and crawled
inside.  James immediately wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me against him so his chest was pressed
against my back.  Resting my head on his arm, I soon
fell asleep, feeling safe with his body wrapped around
me.
     When I awoke the next morning I was alone.  I
looked around and saw James sitting by the foot of our
makeshift bed in a pair of shorts, watching some deer
graze farther around the  lake.   On closer inspection,
I saw that our bed was surrounded by hundreds of
wildflowers.   James had gotten up at dawn and scoured
the meadow surrounding the lake for hours to gather them
all.  I almost started to cry again, but the emotion
transformed itself to pure joy as all of the previous
night came back to me.  It was not a dream.  My best
friend was now my lover.
     We spent the rest of the weekend talking, and
making love whenever the urge hit us. We never wore more
than shorts except on one hike around the lake.  And on
our hike back to the car we vowed that we would always
return to the lake for the last weekend of summer no
matter where we were.  And so far, we have always kept
that vow.