Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2016 18:55:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: short_guy@yahoo.com
Subject: Will you be my buddy?

Will you be my buddy?
by Short Guy

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Will you be my buddy? part 1

College was an awakening for me. I was stoked to get away from home and to
try to make new friends. But I was also deep in the closet, attracted to
guys but with no way to show it or act on it. This was back in 1972 when
things were a lot different than they are now. Being gay was definitely not
cool and people like me mostly tried to hide our feelings. I was a nerd and
good at school and really bad at sports. But in high school, I idolized the
muscular, handsome guys on the teams, whether baseball, football,
gymnastics, or soccer. And I had several friends that were popular
athletes. I may have been an introvert and a geek but somehow I knew how to
talk to these guys and a few of them became friends of mine. It was a good
thing too because I was an amazingly short five foot two inches tall,
making me just about the shortest guy in the school. I looked up to the
other guys, quite literally. The football captain was named Pablo and he
was one of the most popular guys at school. He was smart but not at the
very top of the class. He played cello as well as football and I was in
several orchestras with him where I played violin. Violin was definitely
not an activity the other guys thought of as studly but with my buddy Pablo
going to rehearsals with me, no one made fun of me or gave me a hard time
about it. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't been
there. And I don't know how I did it but I guess I knew how to flatter the
jocks and make them feel good about themselves without giving away the fact
that their muscles and handsome faces made my dick hard. Anyway, I was able
to manage to spend some time with the jocks even though I couldn't have
played a sport if my life depended on it.

When I got to college what amazed me was that there were dozens of
Pablos. Guys who were smart but also good looking, muscular, and sporty. My
roommate turned out to be a pianist so we got along fine. Downstairs from
our room was another suite of four guys living together. Right from the
first day, we connected and I spent a lot of time in their room hanging
out. They had a common living room and two bedrooms, each of which had two
beds in it. The rooms were big enough that the beds were along the walls,
one on the left wall and the other along the right wall, rather than
bunkbeds on top of each other. One of the guys was Erik.

When I first met Erik, I tried to act cool but I'm sure I failed. He was
blond and about a foot and a half taller than me with bright blue eyes that
sparkled like diamonds. And he was obviously either an athlete or into body
building. He wasn't so bulked up that he looked like he couldn't move but
he had muscles in all the places that make my dick twitch. His pecs where
round and muscular; his biceps were huge; and his ass was like two
basketballs. On top of that he had a smile to melt the snow.

I tried to hide the fact that I was in lust for him but I'm betting that I
completely failed. My mouth must have hung open when I first met him and I
vaguely recall I held onto his muscular hand a little too long when he
reached over to shake mine. After that first meeting, he always touched me
when he saw me, either shaking my hand or patting me on the back, or even
hugging me. He was a hugger and I was pretty happy about that. But he
didn't give off a gay vibe. Of course today that sentence is ridiculous;
there are lots of muscular, sport-obsessed gay men with traditionally
masculine mannerisms. But back then, things were different, or we thought
they were. The fact that Erik got on the crew team and spent a lot of time
working those biceps and pecs and thighs and ass muscles by rowing gave him
a pass. He was a man's man and so he had permission to be touchy --
permission that a short, wiry guy like me could never had possessed.

Those hugs of his let me feel his impressive, hard pecs against mine and
his muscular arms around my shoulders, and sometimes, when he would remove
his arm from my shoulder it would slide down my back, even... well, even
amazingly low, until his hand just grazed my ass. It was times like that,
times I was confused about how to feel and how to act, confused about
whether he was giving me a signal or just doing a jock thing, whether it
was just an accident or whether he really meant to feel my hard muscular
bubble butt with his jock fingers... it was those brushes against my bottom
that got my penis engorged and my heart to race, all the time trying hard
to show that I was not a "fag." It never occurred to me that Erik was
actually making a move on me; I could not imagine that a guy like him -- so
muscular, so manly, so confident, so ridiculously handsome in a rugged
Scandinavian way -- could be actually putting the moves on a short thin
nerdy guy like me.

So it was a shock when I switched rooms to become his roommate. My own
roommate spent most of his time smoking marijuana. And as luck would have
it, he hung out with Erik's roommate to do that. I was not into that
stuff. The drinking age had just gone down from 21 to 18 and I enjoyed long
talks with my buddies in the college pub with pitchers of cheap beer. After
a while the clouds of smoke started to get to me, and amazingly, my
roommate took me aside and said that he and his buddy had asked Eric if it
would okay with him if Eric's roommate and I switched places so the two of
them could get high together in their room whenever they wanted. I was game
to do this since the smoke bothered me, and of course I'd get to see Erik
as much as I wanted. And back there in my mind, when I let myself think of
it, of course, was that I'd get to see Erik naked. Deep in the closet and
in self-denial as I was, I was surely aware that the site of his smooth,
muscular, tight white ass was likely to make me want to run to the bathroom
to relieve my aching cock.

So I switched rooms and moved my stuff down to Erik's room. My old roommate
helped Erik's roommate move his stuff upstairs and Erik helped me move my
stuff down to Erik's room. Seeing Erik lifting my stuff gave me a hard on;
those bulging biceps were big when they were relaxed but they were the
stuff of dreams when they were contracted into hard masses of crew muscle
as he held a box of my books. Rowing with those oars again and again had
made Erik's arms big and peaked and his back rippled with corded muscles
and I got a whole show seeing him lifting my stuff. And then there were his
round hard buttocks moving gracefully before me as I followed Erik down the
stairs. Moving in with this stud; it almost proved the existence of God...

After we moved all my stuff, we were both sweaty. I decided to take a
shower. The floor had two bathrooms and the showers were open like gym
showers. No privacy at all. Since the entryway and the floor had only guys
on it, it was customary to go to the bathroom and shower just in your gym
shorts with no shirt. Most of the guys walked around without shirts when
going to wash up even though there were often girls visiting on the
floor. For a guy like me, the eye candy was incredible. Skimpy gym shorts
with cocks pressed against the fabric like they were itching to escape and
find a ready target. But of course I had to be very careful so no one would
see me staring at their packages or dreamily focusing on their nipples. I
didn't want anyone to know how I was fantasizing about sucking on those
pert nipples and falling to my knees to service those college cocks until
they exploded with jock juice in my mouth.

So I went to the shower just in my gym shorts. I got in and started the
water. It felt great. And there I saw him there in front of me. Erik was
coming in to do the same thing. Fuck me, he was beautiful. I was soaping up
now and getting a bit nervous. Erik was in his gym shorts like me and
nothing else. I tried not to look at him -- I really did -- but his
muscular body was like a magnet to me and my eyes just could not look
away. Those large pecs, huge nipples, his dimples, his blond hair and his
piercing eyes, those powerful arms, his big thumbs slipping under his
shorts slowly pushing them down, over his bulging package, slow and steady,
my eyes glued to his crotch, down they slid and there, appearing little by
little, was Erik's cock. It was thick. The pubic hair was reddish blond,
his skin was fair like the rest of him, his cock was smooth and as his
shorts slid down I could not help but be mesmerized at how much cock there
was. I could see one inch now, then two, now four, now, oh God, there must
be six inches and it is still not free from that fabric house. The shorts
stopped descending and then I realized I'm fucking staring at Erik's dick
like I told myself not to do; I fucking told myself not to stare at it, not
to give myself away. I looked up, and fuck me if Erik wasn't looking right
at me. Those blue eyes looking right into mine.

I froze, not knowing if I had just outed myself, not knowing if he'd be
mad, if he would throw me out, if he would tell others I was a cocksucker,
if he would beat me up, if...

But quick as a wink, his mouth moved and he gave a small smile. His hands
had paused at revealing the rest of his cock. He was putting on a show for
me; he knew I would look; he wanted me to look; he wanted me to thirst
after his manhood. Holy shit, he was fucking smiling, but he looked happy,
not mean or frightening. But his look was determined, it was manly, it was
confident, it was a look that showed he knew he could get what he wanted,
that he knew what I wanted... He knew, he fucking knew what I was thinking.

"I'm glad to be free of that pothead Jerry," Erik said, as he held his
shorts right there with part of his cock exposed, leaving me to wonder how
much cock remained hidden by the boxers. His cock seemed to throb and the
head of the cock pushed the fabric of his boxers up. "I'm glad I have you
Will. I'm glad I have you."

Fuck me, what did he mean by that? I looked up from his cock to his eyes
and saw his smile get wider. And then he did it; he slid those boxers all
the way down, liberating his beautiful cock. My eyes snapped down so as not
to miss a thing. And there it was. As the boxers released his cock, it
sprang to attention like a soldier saluting a general.

I nearly passed out. He was hard, rock hard, and his cock was standing
straight up. I didn't know where to look. I didn't know what to do. I tried
not to look at it but fuck me I couldn't help it. It was eight inches long
and beautiful in every way. It was pinkish white, like the rest of his pale
skin, the skin of a blonde Swede or a Dane, with that reddish blonde pubic
hair behind it. It was stiff, erect, cut, and fucking proud. Goddam it,
what did it mean that he was not embarrassed to be hard right in front of
me? Why was he showing me that gorgeous dick in all its erect glory?

Erik was stepping forward now, turning on the shower faucet next to
mine. Fuck me, why did he take the shower so close to me? My own cock was
springing to life and I couldn't stop myself from copying his hard on if my
life depended on it. Erik got himself wet, closing his eyes. He turned
around slowly. With those closed eyes, he gave me permission to stare to
take it all in. His muscular round ass cheeks, his thick muscular arms, his
proud bulging pecs, his sculpted face with that short spiky blond hair. And
that goddam beautiful cock.

He was facing me now as he opened his eyes. He stared at me. His hands went
to his hips. His cock stood at attention. He said nothing.

I was shaking with lust. I was paralyzed with fear. I realize now he knew
all along that I was a born cocksucker. I realize now he felt lucky to be
able to bunk with a cocksucker to take care of his needs. I realize now he
was not afraid of showing me his cock because he knew I'd never say
anything. He knew that everyone would believe I was queer and no one would
believe he was. I realize now he knew a lot about the art of seduction. I
realize he knew from the first time I met him that soon, at a time of his
choosing, I would be on knees before him, that I would submit to his
manhood, that I would look up to him in envy and admiration of his muscular
body, that I would be mesmerized by his gorgeous eyes, that he would look
deep into my soul, knowing that I was trying not to show how much I was in
awe of him but knowing, with absolute certainty, that my knees would give
way, that I would kneel, that I would up to him in complete worship, that I
would open my mouth, that I would receive his gift, that I would gaze into
his eyes as I went down on him, that I would service him, that I would
fucking suck his goddam dick.

He stood in his glory looking into my eyes.

"I'm glad I have you Will. I'm glad I have you."

He smiled slightly, making me shiver with excitement. What the hell was he
talking about? To have me as a roommate? as a friend? To "have" me, as in,
to fuck my eager mouth?  To shove that beauty up my rear door? God almighty
I was shaking with anticipation, fear, and longing, deep endless longing.

Erik went on. "You know in high school, there was this guy who lived next
door to me. We would hang out together sometimes the way neighbors do. We
didn't have much in common but he was always free to come over if he
wanted, and he always came when I invited him. He never turned me down, not
once, not ever. When I needed him, he was there. When I needed him to come,
he came."

Holy fucking shit, what was he talking about? Could he be saying what I
thought he was saying? Did he say "when I needed him to come" or "when I
needed to cum"?

Erik was still speaking. "I was so grateful to him. He taught me the
meaning of friendship. Do you know what that was, Will?" he asked, moving
closer to me.

"No," I said, shaking with lust. "What was it Erik?" I asked, my eyes fixed
on his golden rod.

"He put my needs before his own," Erik said. "He was my buddy."

My head snapped up to look at him. His face was calm and handsome as all
get out. His eyes were gorgeous. He looked straight at me as his right hand
descended to his rigid penis. He looked at me in silence as he began to
stroke his tool.

"I could always count on him," Erik said as he stepped forward and put his
left hand on my shoulder, his eyes just a foot from mine, his cock stiff
and throbbing in his right hand. "He was my buddy, Will. He was my
buddy. Can you understand what that means?" And then I felt it, a little
pressure on my shoulder, a little squeeze of my shoulder muscle. His face
was within inches of mine now, his lips full and moist and..."will you be
my buddy?"

I was now shaking in earnest and so turned on I was about to cum without
even touching myself.

"I need a buddy, Will," he said softly as he squeezed my shoulder, now
raising his right hand to my other shoulder. He was gripping both my
shoulders now, his cock touching my own. "I need a friend who will put my
needs before his own. I need a buddy, Will. Be my buddy. Please I need a
buddy Will. I need one badly."

His cock was now going up and down against mine.

"Will you? Will you be my buddy? Please Will, please," he was whispering
now, his voice full of longing, his lips seductive, his eyes glistening and
wet.

I knew what he was asking. I knew what it meant. I knew that once I said
yes that I could never go back. I knew it meant that he wanted me to suck
his cock, to service him, to drink his cum, to nurse his throbbing
manhood. I knew it would make me a fag, I knew it would change me forever,
I knew it was something I could never take back. I knew he wanted me to
worship his penis, to receive it, to nurse it, to suck it, to hold still
while he shot his load in my hot wet mouth. I knew it would make me a
cocksucker, that I would be Erik's cocksucker, that my image of myself
would forever change, that I would be the boy that served the man, that it
was a line I was about to cross. Knowing all that, knowing I could never go
back, thinking that it would change me and make me his boy, that I would
become a fag for real, my cock throbbed with lust, my eyes filled with his
beauty, my body trembled in front of his muscular torso, my eyes locked
onto that powerful beautiful erect penis, and fuck me if I didn't say yes.

"Yes," I said, knowing what was loaded into that word, what it meant, how
it would change me.

You have to remember what it was like in those days. I know now there's not
a fucking thing wrong with wanting to suck another guy's dick and that real
men are gay. But back then, it was like, like I had to acknowledge that he
was the guy, and that meant that I would be the boy, I was the fag, the one
on his knees, the nerdy skinny one yielding to the muscular jock, the one
worshipping his cock, worshipping him, kneeling to open my mouth, my
tongue, my throat to his needy penis.

"That's good, buddy," he said as he pushed me to my knees, lifting my face
so I would be looking into his eyes as he moved forward touching his cock
to my lips, as his hand pushed my head forward, as his cock entered my
mouth, as he made me his cocksucker, as he made me his buddy, as I accepted
him as my god, right there in the open shower, right there in the dorm,
knowing anyone could walk in, knowing they would know, knowing what I was,
what I had become. And so full of longing, so full of lust, so full of
wonder, so full of need, I threw caution away, I fed it to the wolves. I
didn't care if anyone else saw, I didn't care if it made me a fag, I didn't
care about anything but Erik and his throbbing, silky penis, and goddam it
all, I began to suck. I sucked Erik's cock. I sucked his cock. I sucked his
cock. Fuck me if I didn't do it. I sucked his cock like it would save my
life. I became his buddy.

Will you be my buddy? part 2

The first time I sucked Erik's cock, I did a shitty job. I didn't cover my
teeth, I gagged again and again, I ran out of breath. But it was a moment
in my life that I will never ever forget. I remember it now like it
happened yesterday. I remember how it felt, I remember how he made me feel
to look at him as he fed me his hot throbbing manhood, as he saw me
submitting to his power, his beauty, his sensual muscles, how it felt to
taste his throbbing cock on my tongue, to feel it slide between my wet
freshman lips.

And then there was the sense of danger. Anyone on the floor could have come
in at any time. Anyone could have seen me on my knees. Anyone could have
seen his hard cock going like a piston in and out of my boyish mouth. The
sense of yielding to his manhood, the sense of giving up my own, the sense
that I was finally getting what I had dreamed about, that I was getting to
do the thing I had fantasized about so many times, that his penis, his
cock, his dick was right there on my tongue, between my lips, gagging me at
the back of my throat, that his hands were at the back of my head,
controlling me, holding me, making me take his rigid penis, fucking my
face, encouraging me to slide my tongue along the bottom of his cock,
against that bulging channel through which his babies would flow, which
would feed me his semen, his cum, his manjuice, the milk of champions.

And his eyes, blue, piercing, deep, gorgeous, gazing into my own, seeing me
submit, seeing me suck him, seeing me surrender my old image of myself,
seeing me indulge my hunger... I know it made him feel powerful, manly,
strong, to know I was looking at him in awe, in lust, in wonder, as he
looked down at me like a sergeant overpowering a private, a man training me
to be a good dog, a hunky stud teaching me to serve his needs, any of his
needs, teaching me what it meant to put his needs ahead of my own, teaching
me to be his buddy.

And then it happened, faster than I thought it would. Erik was gripping my
head, controlling me utterly, thrusting faster and faster, groaning with
satisfaction, so full of himself, so filled with his success in seducing a
fagboy, in making me his roommate, in fucking my face, until he
triumphantly let loose, as he shot his cum right in my mouth, as he shot
and shot and shot and, gagging, unable to breathe, unable to swallow it
all, tasting it for the first time, tasting cum like I had always wanted,
thick, salty, gooey, realizing it was his man juice, that it was an
intimate part of him, wanting him, wanting him, and wanting it, swallowing,
swallowing as he looked at me, cum dripping out of my mouth, his hands not
letting me get away, not letting me escape the onslaught of his cum,
feeling it spurt, tasting it on my tongue, my throat, my lips, swallowing
it down my throat, feeling him squirting again and again, drinking him in.

I could not hold all of it. It made me gag, I spit some out, but Erik's
cock remained in my mouth, it remained where he wanted it, it remained
where it belonged--between the lips of his buddy.

And then it was over. I had sucked my first dick. I had swallowed my first
cum. I had surrendered my old self. I had become a cocksucker. I had become
Erik's buddy.

There was no choice but to swallow the cum that remained in my mouth. Erik
had now withdrawn his cock but he had closed my mouth, holding it
closed. Making me look up at him into his eyes, his hand on my throat,
feeling me swallow, feeling me drink his milk, feeling me take him in me,
to make him a part of me, to make me drink his cum.

And then he was lifting me up. He was standing in front of me looking down
at me. As I said, he was a foot and half taller than me. He was a god and I
was his minion. And his thumb went over my lips and my cheek, finding some
of his cum resting there and he put in my mouth, and fuck me I let him. I
let him make me drink the last of the cum, to suck on his thumb like a
baby, like his baby boy, like his buddy.

"I knew you'd be my buddy. I knew you knew what I needed. I knew you knew
how to put my needs first."

Will you be my buddy? part 3

I was in a daze. I had a new room and a new roommate. And before we even
had time to go to sleep, he had fucked my face and made me his
cocksucker. And fuck me if I wasn't happy about it.

In public, Erik treated me like he always had. We were the odd couple, the
jock and the nerd. Everyone knew we were friends. And Erik treated me with
respect. He told the other jocks I was cool; he let me hang with them when
they got beer at the pub or in the dorm room half naked.

Anyone might think I was hungry for Erik's dick; the idea of a nerd in awe
of a jock was something everyone understood. But back then, back in 1972,
no one would have thought Erik was eager to slip down his briefs and wipe
his cock all over my face and slip it like butter between my lips.

He was a gentleman about it, complimenting me as I got better at sucking
his cock, encouraging me, telling me I was his best buddy, telling me how I
was such a good guy for putting his needs above my own. According to him,
it was fucking saint-like the way I would kneel before him, look up into
his handsome face, and open my goddam mouth to receive his throbbing
penis. I would worship at his altar. He had needs, he had strong needs, he
had constant needs, and I was there to service him, to save him from sexual
frustration that would hamper his ability to work out, to build those back
and leg and ass muscles, to pull those oars, to win those races. I was
there to mark his advances, to lick his thighs, his pecs, his biceps, to
mark how they grew, how his muscles kept growing from all the 5:00 am
workouts. I was his validation that he was getting stronger, better, more
manly. My tongue explored every inch of his increasingly muscular limbs,
proving how hard, how round, how big his muscles were growing, how much
harder it was to get my mouth around his biceps, to fit my tongue between
his balls and his muscular thighs.

And then one night he did it.

"You know Will," he said, "there's just one place you haven't serviced me."

Oh God in heaven I knew what he was talking about.

"You've tested my muscles everywhere to tell me if they are growing. You
licked my neck, you licked my shoulders, my pecs, you sucked on my goddam
nipples (remember how you came when you sucked on my nipples, buddy?), you
licked my 8 pack abs, my biceps, my fingers..." He was stroking my face
now. "Remember the feel of my big thumb between your sweet lips? Remember
how you licked my palms, my thighs, my calves, my feet..." My cock was rock
hard remembering sucking on his big toe.

"And of course you're my best buddy to take care of my deepest needs." He
was holding his thick beautiful cock. "My big buddy here," he said stroking
that cock, "has you for his best friend. You are my big buddy's best
buddy. You know you are. You take care of big buddy so nice. But there's
one thing I still need."

Fucking A, he was going to ask me to do it. I fucking knew it.

"I don't know if I can do it Erik," I said, whimpering a little. "I just
don't know."

"Are you my buddy Will?" he asked, putting his hands under my armpits to
make me stand, his face right next to mine now. His eyes bore into mine;
his lips were close to mine; his breath was on my mouth. "Are you my
buddy?" His lips now almost touching my own. I was shaking with lust and
trepidation.

"I just don't know," I said.

"Please Will," his lips now touching my own as he whispered. "Please help
me out. I need help Will. I really need it. And you're the only one, the
only one who can do it. You always put the needs of others before your
own. I admire you so fucking much Will, you always think of my
needs...you're the best buddy I've ever had. Do this one last little thing
for me. Just once. That's all I ask, just once."

My heart was racing feeling his lips on mine, remembering his cock on my
tongue, his cum sliding down my throat, his hands holding my head to make
sure I took care of him, to make sure I drank his nectar. And I knew that
he was cajoling me, that whatever he wanted me to do, it wouldn't be just
once, it couldn't be just once. Once I did it, it would mean that I was
able to do it, it would mean that I had agreed to do it, and that I had no
real objection to doing it. It would mean that he would want, that he did
want it, that he would want, expect, beg me to do it again. I knew it was
step I could not take back, not once I did it, not ever.

"I really need it Will. I really do. Please..."

And his eyes were gazing into mine, his pink tongue was licking his lips,
his handsome Nordic face was making me shiver... "be my buddy Will, be my
buddy..."

and fuck me if I wasn't sinking to my knees watching him turn around,
seeing his muscular, pink round, smooth butt cheeks, seeing him spread them
and expose his pink hole, watching as he moved closer, a little closer, a
little closer, seeing that hole pucker, feeling my mouth open, my tongue
emerge, hearing him whisper "please Will, please..." and goddam it, I moved
forward and fuck me I didn't start licking his ass. My tongue was
fluttering, it was strong, it was determined. I threw away my inhibitions,
I abandoned my worries, I stopped thinking about how this might demean
me. I was not licking another guy's dirty asshole; I was worshipping my
god. I thought only of Erik, of Erik's needs, of his power, his muscles,
his sexual pull on me, on my mouth, on my tongue, on my soul. And I fucking
licked his hole, I licked it again and again and again and I felt my tongue
slip inside, inside his goddam asshole, and Erik was moaning, he was taking
deep pleasure in my surrender, and I felt myself shift to a new role, a new
person. I felt his real need for this; I felt how good it made him feel to
sense my tongue against his asshole, to feel me willing to put it inside
him, inside that secret place, that place of shame, to feel me submit, to
give in, to lick his fucking asshole like I was starving for food, my face
between those powerful muscular butt cheeks, my tongue against that hole,
inside it, in, out, in, out, fucking his goddam hole with my tongue...

And then he moved away fast as lightning, he turned around, he was so
turned on, and he plunged his golden cock into my mouth, past my gullet,
into my throat. I was gagging and choking and his cock stayed inside my
throat forcing it open, forcing it down, the gagging only gave him more
pleasure, he was so fucking turned on by the fact that I had licked his
asshole, that I had fucked it with my tongue, that I had brought myself low
to fill his needs, to taste his manhood, that he unleashed a torrent of cum
down my fucking throat, his hands controlling my head so I could not get
away. And goddam it as he filled me with his milk, I shot a load so fucking
far it hit the wall.

Will you be my buddy? part 4

A few days later, it was midnight and Erik and I were about to shut out the
light and go to sleep when he turned to me and said, "It's getting colder
outside Will. I need to keep warm. Will you keep me warm?"

He was sitting on his bed naked except for his skimpy gym shorts.

I laughed. "Put on a sweatshirt if you're cold dude!"

"You know I don't like to wear clothes inside if I can help it," he said.

I looked at him, thinking what is it now?

"You could help me out buddy. You know how Boy Scouts are taught to avoid
getting injured by the cold when they're camping. To cuddle up to your
buddy. And it's better if you don't wear clothes, you know skin on skin."

I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was really asking.

"Be my buddy, Will," he said, looking me in the eyes with that little boy
pout, that goddam handsome face so fucking good looking it almost hurt to
watch him.

He was coming over to my bed now and climbing next to me. I was wearing gym
shorts too. He was fucking strong and so much bigger and more muscular than
me.

"Make room for me buddy," he said as he slipped under the covers with me,
manhandling my body to turn me around so we were spooning.

"Oh yeah, that's good, Will buddy," he said as his arms encircled me and
his pecs pressed against my back, as his mouth whispered into my ear, as
his hard cock pressed against my ass, as his right hand slipped down to cup
my hardening cock.

"Let's get close Will. I wanna get close to you, so close," as he slipped
down my shorts, as pulled down his own, as his rock hard cock slipped
between my legs and pushed forward and back.

I heard him spit on his right hand and felt it slip between my butt cheeks,
and press against my asshole.

"Oh God Erik," I said. "I don't know about this. I don't know..."

"Shh....." he said, as his finger pressed into me, "it will be all right
buddy."

His finger, like the rest of him, was smooth and muscular and he was
penetrating me just as his cock had penetrated my throat and... oh
God... "it hurts Erik..." I said, tears beginning to leak out my eyes.

"I know, little buddy, I know... but you said, you said you'd be my buddy,
you said you'd put my needs first, you said Will, you said," and his second
finger entered my ass and pushed all the way in. Fucking A it hurt like
hell. I was crying now but somehow I did not push him away, I wanted it, I
wanted him, I wanted to be his buddy, I wanted to do whatever it took to
stay as his roommate, to be near him, to worship that godlike body, to be
his buddy. And then goddamit a third finger was pushing at my asshole
begging for entry. My ass clenched and refused but his third finger
caressed the outside of my hole. It pressed, it searched, it explored, it
circled, it ... oh God it slipped inside, it fucking slipped inside and
goddam it Erik's thick fingers in my ass started to slip out and in, out
and in, it started to feel good, it started, oh shit it felt like they
belonged there, that they belonged, that I belonged to them, to him, I
belonged to him, and then...

"My best buddy needs you Will. He needs you." His cock was pressed against
my asshole opened up by his muscular fingers and..."Oh God Will, be my
buddy, be my buddy..." and the huge mushroom helmet head of his silky
smooth cock slipped past the opening, his penis entered my body, and I
fucking yielded, I submitted to him, I submitted to my hunky crew roommate,
I felt my muscles relax and his cock plunge all the way in.

"Close, so close, buddy. I want to be close to you. Keep me warm Will. Keep
me warm," he murmured as he hugged me he turned me over so my stomach was
down on the bed and his cock was plunged all the way into my asshole and
his arms were around me, his hands cupped over my pecs, his arms holding me
so fucking tight it hurt, his pecs pressed on my back as he began to move
in and out, he was fucking me, he was fucking me, he was fucking me. And
his cock filled me up and it no longer hurt, it no longer hurt. I felt
full, I felt complete, I felt useful. Erik filled me with his power, his
lust, his energy, his manhood, I felt like I was the bed on which he could
rest and his body felt warm, it felt hot, it felt filled with blood, with
life, as he filled my asshole with his powerful thrusts, his thick
penis. He was pistoning in an out of my asshole now, faster and faster,
deep and strong. I was open to him, my asshole had stretched to fit him,
his precum had lubricated me so he could fuck me with abandon. For the
first time in my life, I was getting fucked. And goddam it if I didn't feel
like that was where I belonged, on my stomach, my ass up in the air eager
to meet that jock cock thrusting so deep inside me. I was where I belonged;
he was where he belonged, on top, making me submit, overpowering me,
seducing me, getting me to be fucked, Erik impaling me, thrusting insde me
as far as his cock could go.

"So close to you, my little buddy. So close, oh God, so close now, so
close, about to, I'm about to..." He was fucking me like a madman now and
gripping me so tightly it was hard to breathe. His lips were on my ear; he
was breathing into my ear, he was talking the whole time..." My buddy, so
close, so close, so close.... fucking A...aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' as he
filled me with cum, as he shot a load of semen deep in my bowels, as he
fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me and fucked me...

And then it was over, his cock still hard and full in my ass, his cum in my
intestines, his mouth on my ear.

"Big buddy loves you Will. He gave you his all. It's in you now. I'm in you
now. He's where he belongs. I'm where I belong, on top of you, on top,
filling you up, giving you what you need. I told you you're my buddy
because you put my needs before your own. But fuck me if my right hand is
not sloppy wet with your hot cum that shot out of your dick because my big
buddy is in your ass. I knew what you needed, I fucking knew it Will. You
may be my buddy but you needed a big buddy. You needed a real man to fuck
you. I know it, I fucking know it. You need to be fucked, you need it. And
goddam it Will from now on I'm putting your needs before my own. We're
gonna be close, every fucking night. Your needs, you know it, you know you
need it, you know you want it. You're the bed that I will lie down on.
You're the house my big buddy will live in. I know it now, I know what you
need. And I'm gonna fucking give it to you, every fucking night. Your ass
is mine."

And with those words, his thick cock still inside me, he stopped talking,
tired from the chores of the day, tired from the work of opening my ass to
his frigging cock, tired from his long fuck, and he fell asleep, snoring on
my back, his cock in my asshole, his cum in my depths. He was where he
belonged. I was where I belonged, beneath him, filled with his fucking
penis.