From: annd@pop.tiac.net (Ann Douglas)
Subject: His Best Friend's Secret (1/1) m/m
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 19:27:08 GMT
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                His Best Friend's Secret
                      by Ann Douglas

	"Hey Craig, you down there?"  Matt
Harris called out as he started down the basement
staircase.
	"I'm in back, Matt,"  called out a strong
masculine voice from the bottom of the stairs. 
"Come on down."
	Quickly, the five-foot-eight teenager made
his way down the stairs leading to the basement of
the Longwood house.  The room at the foot of
the steps had been converted to a small apartment,
complete with kitchenette and bath.  It was
exactly the kind of place Matt wished he had in his
own house.  It was the first time he had been 
down here. Previously Craig's parents had rented
out the small room, but turned it over to Craig
two weeks ago as a graduation present.  He was
still in the process of moving in.
	"I'm in here, Matt," came the voice from
the outer room.
	As Matt stepped through the doorway, he
could see that this half of the basement was much
more like the one in his own house:  rough, bare
cement walls, exposed pipes, ceiling beams.  Part
of the basement had been converted to storage
bins.  Another third was taken up by the boiler and
water heater.  All the way in the back, near the
outer door, was a weight bench and several rows
of barbells.  It was on that bench that he found his
friend.
	"I'll be with you in a few minutes."  
	Craig puffed as he lifted the heavy barbell
as high as he could.  
	"I only have a few more sets and I'm
done."
	"No problem,"  Matt replied as he looked
down on the muscular youth on the bench.  "I
guess I'm a little early, anyway."
	Craig Harris, at eighteen, was six months
older than Matt.  He was also five inches taller
and about twenty pounds heavier.  Clad only in a
thin pair of blue gym trunks, most of his tanned
body was exposed to view. More than half the
girls in their graduating class would've been
willing to drop their pants in a minute if they were
standing in Matt's place.
	The younger teen took a moment to add
up the weights on the barbell Craig was using,
quickly deciding that it was far more than he could
ever lift.  It wasn't that the blonde-haired young
man wasn't in good shape.  In fact, he had been on
the high school's baseball team.  Matt had more of
a lean, athletic build, while Craig had been
working out with weights since his early teens and
had played football for that long as well.
	He watched his friend complete a few
more sets and realized with a small shock that he
was staring at the steams of sweat running down
his well-developed chest and arms.
	"Why don't I take a look at the computer
while you finish up here?" Matt said as he began
to turn away.
	"Good idea," Craig said, as he paused for
a moment with the heavy weight again fully
extended at arm's length.  "All the stuff my uncle
sent over is piled up on my desk."
	

	Back in the small apartment, Matt sat
down on the computer, which had been set up on
the desk and hit the on switch.  It wasn't long
before the screen came to life and filled with the
old familiar windows 3.1 setup.  The computer
had been given to Craig by his uncle when he got
a newer system.  The computer wasn't the top of
the line model that you'd find if you walked into
any store today, but it was more than Craig
needed.  Matt was a firm believer that no one
really needed all of that crap that was stuffed into
computers nowadays -- at least not for home
use.  He picked up the spec sheet and quickly ran
it down:  33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 540M hard
drive.  It was still a good machine, no matter
what anyone said.  It fact, the only reason Craig's
uncle had gotten a new one was that the older
machine had a problem with a lot of the new
upgrades that he wanted to hook up.  It was
cheaper in the long run to just buy a new one.
	The one upgrade that the young man was
glad to see was the 28.8 bps modem that Craig's
uncle had put in.  The spec sheet said that it had
originally come with a 2400 bps modem.  Matt
cringed at the thought of showing his friend how
to get online at that speed.  He quickly brought
up the File Manager and checked what was in the
hard drive.
	"Over 300 Megs available,"  Matt thought,
then smiled.  "They did a  good job of cleaning up
the drive."
	The last time he had volunteered to help a
friend set up an old computer, the drive had been
so crammed full of junk that it had taken him
hours just to delete all of it.  Since the main thing
that Craig was interested in was getting online,
Matt brought up the copy of Netscape that had
been left.  The account information in its memory
still belonged to Craig's uncle, so Matt deleted it
and entered the info for his own online account. 
Once Craig learned how to get around online,
he'd call up TIAC and get his friend his own
account.
	"Now where did he put those notes?"  he
asked himself as he searched a desk filled with
manuals and printed sheets.  "Craig could learn a
few things about organization."  
	Finally he spotted the folder he was
looking for on the far edge of the desk.  He
reached out for it, but bumped the pile of papers
and the folder fell behind the dresser, next to the
desk.
	"Shit,"  he muttered as he got up out of
the chair to retrieve it.
	Matt had to pull the bureau out a little to
reach down and behind it.  He spotted the folder
resting next to a pile of magazines that must have
fallen down there earlier on.
	"Craig really has to learn how to pick up,"
Matt laughed, as he grabbed both the folder and
the books, pulling them up.
	Dropping the four magazines onto the
nearby bed, the red-shirted young man was about
to turn his attention back to the computer when
the title of one periodical caught his eye.
	"Fuck!"  he exclaimed loudly, before he
could check himself.  He quickly looked over his
shoulder to see whether his friend had heard him.
	After a few seconds Matt turned his
attention back to the magazine.  The banner on
the top read "Hombre."  Underneath it was a
picture of a well-developed Hispanic man wearing
only a pair of cut-off jeans.  Flipping through the
pages of the book, Matt saw that it was filled with
similar pictures of men.  Only they weren't
wearing any jeans. They weren't wearing anything
else, for that matter.
	"Damn," he whispered to himself, ever
conscious of his friend's presence in the outer
room.
	Matt quickly picked up the second book. 
It was called "Ebony and Ivory."  Unlike the first
magazine, this one had much more than nude
shots.  The men in this book were black and white
and they were engaged in various sexual activities. 
He stopped on one page in particular that
showed a young white teen, who couldn't be more
than eighteen years old, kneeling in front of a
muscular black man in his forties.  The young man
had his mouth wrapped firmly around the older
man's cock.
	Fueled by curiosity, he turned to another
publication called "Young Men In Lust."  Unlike
the other two books, this had no articles.  It was
filled, instead, with glossy pictures of teenaged
boys having sex with each other.  All of the boys
in the book looked to be about his and Craig's
age.  In fact, there was a picture of a young man
taking a cock up his ass that Matt thought looked
a little like him.  So much, in fact, that the picture,
following all the others, had given him a hard-on. 
He was about to see what the last book was about
when he heard steps behind him.
	"How are you making out, buddy?"  Craig
asked as he stepped into the room, drying his face
with a small towel.  "Got it all ready to ..."
	The tall, dark-haired athlete stopped in
mid-word as he looked at his friend sitting on the
bed and spotted the magazine spread open to a
two-page centerfold.  The picture was of two
guys in a tight embrace, sharing a hard kiss while
at the same time playing with each other's cock.
	"Where did you get those...?"  Craig asked
in a slow, hesitant voice.
	"I found them behind the dresser,"  Matt
explained, a little ashamed to have been found
looking at them.  "One of the folders fell behind
there and I had to move it to pick it up."
	The color seemed to fade from Craig's
face, despite the tan he had been working on since
the beginning of the Summer.  The look on his
face was one few people had ever seen, one of
utter devastation.  In one brief catastrophic
moment, his entire aura of self-confidence was
gone.
	"I suppose you're wondering what I'm
doing with magazines like that?" he asked in a
defeated voice.
	"What you're doing...?"  Matt repeated. 
"You mean, these are yours?"
	"Whose did you think they were?"  Craig
asked in return, cursing himself for not thinking.
He might've be able to explain them away if he
hadn't said anything..
	"I thought they might've belonged to the
guy who was renting this place from your parents. 
The way they were wedged in against the wall, I
figured he'd dropped them there and forgot them
when he moved out."
	"Oh shit, shit, shit," Craig muttered as he
realized that Matt hadn't made what he thought
was the obvious connection -- that the books were
his.


	"Are you really into stuff like this?"  Matt
finally asked.
	Craig took a few deep breaths.  Deep
down, he knew that some day it might come out. 
But not, he had hoped, for a long, long time. 
How were people going to react when they found
out that Craig Harris, high school jock, rumored
to have screwed half the girls on the cheerleader
squad, was instead a cock-sucking faggot?
	"Matt, I don't really know how to explain
this,"  he began. "I guess maybe I should've told
you, but I ..."
	"Craig."  His younger friend cut him off.  
"It's okay."
	Craig just looked at him in confusion.
	"Hey pal, you're my friend,"  Matt said
with a smile.  "Nothings going to change that."
	"Shit, Matt.  You don't know how glad it
makes me feel to hear you say that!"  the taller
teen said.
	"Have you ever really done any of this
stuff?"  Matt asked as he motioned to the
magazines spread out on the bed.
	"Some," Craig said, the relief in his voice
now more evident.  "I've
been with a few guys."
	He paused for a moment and added, "You
know what's strange?  It was harder to admit that
just now than it was to actually get the nerve to
do it in the first place."
	"You know, I can understand that,"  Matt
replied, as he flipped through a few pages of the
glossy book.  "Even though we've been friends
like forever, this isn't something you've really told
anyone, is it?"
	"No, it's not," Craig said, realizing just
how lucky he was to have a friend like Matt.
	"You ever done anything like this?"  Matt
asked as he stopped at one large full-page picture.
	Craig leaned over to look and saw that it
was the photo that had so interested Matt earlier
-- the one in which the guy that was being
fucked resembled Matt a little.
	"I've ...  I've fucked two guys," he
answered, again hesitantly.
	"Is it bothering you that I'm asking these
questions?"  Matt asked. "Should I just shut the
fuck up?"
	By this time, Craig was sitting on a stool
only a foot away from Matt. He thought about the
question and said, "You know, it's still a little
hard to answer questions like that.  But, it feels
better to have finally told someone.  A chance to
be honest for a change."


	Matt suddenly turned away from Craig and
got up from the bed.  He stared at the computer
for a few seconds, lost in thought.  Craig took his
move to be a sudden reconsideration of Matt's
acceptance of what he'd told him. 
	"Matt..?"  he asked.  "You okay?"
	Matt took a few more moments before he
turned around.  Then he looked at Craig with a
shamed look on his face.
	"Matt?"  Craig repeated.
	"I'm all right," he answered.  "I was just
thinking about what you said, about being able to
be honest for a change."
	"I don't understand,"  Craig said.
	"I was thinking that I should be as honest
with you as you've been with me the last ten
minutes."
	"I still don't understand,"  Craig repeated.
	"Well, let's just say that if we were in my
house instead of here and using my computer
instead of yours," Matt began, "you'd find about 
one hundred megs of pictures on the hard drive
that were a lot like the ones in that book."

	Now it was Craig Harris that stood
dumbfounded.  It took a few seconds for him to
realize what his friend had just told him.
	"Matt? You're gay?"  he finally asked.
	"I don't know," Matt answered, quickly. 
"I mean, I've never done anything...  But I've been
thinking about it for years.  I've always been
attracted to guys."

	The two friends just looked at each other
for what seemed like an eternity.  Then, almost
simultaneously, they began talking.  For the
next hour they compared notes, about feelings
they had felt growing up and the frustration they'd
encountered in being unable to share those
emotions with anyone.
	Matt listened in fascination as Craig told
him about his own voyage of discovery and how it
had culminated on a trip to Fort Lauderdale over
Spring break.  He'd had another experience with
one of the players on the visitor's team during the
all-state championships.

	"I think the worst part of it all was gym
class, especially the showers," Matt said as he
took another drink from the can of beer that
Craig had produced from the refrigerator during
their talk.  "All those naked bodies and all.  I kept
worrying that I was going to get a hard-on and
someone would notice."
	"Yeah, I sometimes thought that way,
too,"  Craig agreed as he took a swig of his own
beer.
	"Even so," Matt went on.  "I still liked to
sneak a look at the other guys when I could.  It
was the only chance I got to really see someone
else's cock."
	Craig nodded his head, acknowledging
that he'd grabbed his own share of shower
glances.
	"You know what's funny?"  Matt said as
he finished off the beer.  "I think I snuck more
looks at you than anyone else in any of my
classes."
	
	Craig smiled at the admission and took the
time to finish off his own beer.  He still didn't say
anything as he stood up and deposited both
beer cans into the small blue recycling bin in the
kitchenette.
	"You know, I usually take a shower after a
workout," Craig said, his back to Matt.  "You're
welcome to join me if you want to get more than
just a peek," he added as he turned.

	The offer took Matt by surprise.  As many
times as he had stolen looks at Craig,  as many
times as he had masturbated to erotic fantasies
involving him, Matt never imaged that any of
those flights of fancy could ever become real.
	"What do you think?"  Craig asked again.
	Matt wasn't thinking. He was acting on
instinct.  He crossed the gap between him and
Craig in a heartbeat and before the significance of
what he was doing could really sink in, he kissed
his long-time friend.
	The feel of Craig's lips against his own
brought on a sense of euphoria, coupled with a
rising passion.  He felt an electric spark when
Craig's tongue pressed against his lips and he
opened to receive it.  If this was going to be his
first time, he couldn't have imagined a better
partner than Craig.
	"I take it that's a Yes."  Craig grinned.

	It didn't take the two friends long to get
undressed.  All Craig had been wearing anyay was
his shorts and a jock.  Matt hadn't much more,
just his own shorts and a matching T-shirt.  It
would be a tight fit in the small tin shower, but
neither of them seemed to mind.  In fact, they
seemed to enjoy the fact that it was so cramped.
	Experience showed as Craig's hands
explored every part of Matt's body. He stroked
the firm flesh, marking each touch with a gentle
kiss.  What Matt lacked in practice he made up in
enthusiasm as he duplicated Craig's motions.
	A thin layer of soap soon covered each of
them, which, coupled with the steady flow of hot
water, washed away the grime of Craig's earlier
exertions.  The firm touch of his friend's hands felt
good to Matt as the powerful fingers massaged his
neck and shoulders.  He felt Craig playfully slide
his hands down the length of Matt's back and onto
his backside.
	A moan escaped Matt's lips as he felt his
friend's hands slide up under his balls and close
around his already hard-cock.  It was the first time
another guy had held his cock since Jimmy Drake
and Matt had jerked each other off in the ninth
grade.
	"Relax and just enjoy it," Craig whispered
into his ear as he playfully jerked Matt's cock back
and forth.
	Enjoy it Matt did as the shorter teen
closed his eyes and leaned back against his friend. 
A broad smile came to his lips as he felt the
hardness of Craig's cock pressed up against the
cheeks of his ass.
	Matt knew that if Craig kept this up much
longer, he'd shoot his load all over the shower
wall.  He didn't want this new experience to end
so soon. He reluctantly pulled Craig's hand away
from his cock.
	Turning around, with Craig's arms still
around him, he kissed his first-time lover once
more.  Then he began to work his way downward,
his kisses tracing Craig's smooth, well-defined
chest as he bent lower and lower.
	When he reached his goal his face was
only inches from his friend's erect manhood.  He
took a few moments to study what he quickly
decided was a classic example of male perfection.
	Matt reached out and stoked the underside
of Craig's balls, working his fingers up to the base
of his cock.  Almost reverently, he extended two
fingers and ran them up and down the full
seven-inch length.
	He leaned forward and replaced the touch
of his fingers with that of his lips as he kissed his
way up and down his prize.
	Matt closed his eyes as he opened his
mouth and took jin Craig's hardness.  He wanted
to enjoy every nuance of the sensations he was
feeling.  Matt could feel his heart racing as the hot
flesh slid in and out of his mouth.  The salty taste
of Craig's pre-cum on his tongue added a further
excitement.

	Now it was Craig's turn to lean back
against the cool tin walls and close his eyes.  He'd
had better blow jobs, but none had ever meant
more to him.  It wasn't hard for him to lose
himself quickly in the pleasure Matt's mouth was
bringing him.  For someone who had never done
this before, except in his dreams, the guy was
damn good.  It wasn't long before he was on the
verge of an orgasm.
	"I think I'm going to come..."  he said as
he closed his eyes even tighter.

	That was music to Matt's ears.  He
doubled his efforts.  Back in senior year, on one of
his few dates with girls in his class, Cathy Bond
had given him a blow job.  Even though he felt it
had been missing something, he had to admit she
knew what she was doing.  Now, on his knees,
with his best friend's cock buried between his
cheeks, he tried to remember everything she'd
done.
	Matt clamped his fingers around the base
of Craig's cock, preventing him from ejaculating. 
Every lick of his tongue, every time he mouthed
him whole, caused Craig to feel like he was going
to explode.  But that feeling paled next to the one
that filled Matt at this moment.
	Matt's own cock was rock-hard between
his legs.  He let one hand drop down so that he
could play with it.  He let it slide between his
fingers in a gentle motion, giving it just enough
attention to bring him some relief from its
hardness, but not enough to distract him from the
task at hand.
	Deciding that he had held Craig back as
long as he could, Matt released his hold on his ball
sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt - a second
before it began to shoot into his mouth and throat. 
He deep-throated Craig's cock one more time,
catching every spurt of salty cum. He savored
both the taste and the knowledge that this was the
first blow job he'd ever given.
	"Oh God, that was fan-fuckin-tastic!" 
Craig exclaimed as he reached down and lifted his
friend up from the floor of the shower.  "It's a
fucking crime that we never did this a long time
ago."
	Matt couldn't help but agree as he rested
his head against his lover's chest.  What would the
last few years have been like if they'd only known
the feelings they shared?  But neither wasted time
in regretting what the past might have been like. 
They both knew it was better to see what they
could make of the future.

	Stepping out of the shower, the two young
men quickly dried each other off.  Neither really
said anything, but it was all either of them could
do to keep from giggling.  It was like a great
weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
	"I guess we should get dressed before your
family gets home," Matt said, a little
disappointedly, as he picked up his shorts and
underwear and glanced at the clock on the wall.
	"We don't have to worry about that,"
Craig replied with a smile.  "They went over to
Middletown to visit my grandmother.  They're not
coming home until tomorrow afternoon."
	"Really?"  Matt asked, a rising note of joy
in his voice.
	"In fact, just so I don't have to spend the
night in this big empty house alone, why don't you
call your mom and see if you can stay over and
keep me company?"  Craig suggested.
	"I think she'd go along with that,"  Matt
said and smiled. 

	They decided to go out and grab a burger
rather than cook.  Matt and Craig wound up at
Clancy's Drive-In, a popular hangout from another
age. It still served as a magnet for young people
from all over.  In the short time they were there,
Matt must've said hello to at least a half-dozen
friends.
	With each greeting, the same thought
came to his mind:  did they ever think about being
with another guy?  How much easier life would be
if there was no stigma attached to being attracted
to someone of the same sex!  But even if half of
them had entertained the same kind of thoughts
Matt had harbored, the odds were that they'd
never admit it.  No, they'd just keep it inside and
laugh when someone made a joke about faggots.
	Across the dining room, Matt saw Cathy
Bond sitting with a few of her girl friends.  He
wondered for a moment what her reaction would
be if he thanked her for the lesson in how to give
good head.  When he saw Cathy whisper
something in Virginia Carlson's ear, he also
wondered how many girls in town felt the same
way about their girlfriends as he did about
Craig.  Matt remembered reading somewhere that,
on the whole, girls had an easier time dealing with
same-sex relationships than guys did.  After
all, they were already constantly touching each
other, sharing kisses and such.  It was less of a
leap to intimacy.

	"Do you want to stop off and get a movie
to watch on the VCR?"  Craig asked as finished
off one of Clancy's famous cheeseburgers.
	"Sure, if you want,"  Matt answered
absentmindedly.
	Looking around the room, Matt thought
there were a lot of really great-looking guys that
hung out here -- but none better-looking than the
one sitting no more than a few feet across from
him.  Underneath the table he knew he had a first
class hard-on, fueled by the memory of Craig's
cock in his mouth and how that and more would
be coming later tonight.
	After paying their bill, they drove over to a
small video store on the far side of town.  Matt
thought this a little strange, because there was
a even larger store only a few blocks from Craig's
house.  Craig said that he knew the man who
owned the small shop and would rather give him
the business.  When they pulled away from the
store, Matt saw the owner look out at them
through the plate glass window.  He realized at
that moment that he knew him, too.  It was Cathy
Bond's father.

	It was starting to get dark by the time they
got home. Since there wasn't going to be anyone
else home tonight, Craig said, they might as
well watch the movie on the large screen
television in the living room. Why strain looking
at a thirteen-inch screen when there was a 
sixty-incher available?  The older youth tossed the
tape he had rented into the VCR and went into the
kitchen.
	"Make yourself comfortable on the couch
while I get us a couple of beers,"  he called out.
	Matt sat on the large couch and put his
feet up on the coffee table.  In a way, he wished
that they were watching the film down in Craig's
room. He thought he might feel a little funny
playing around up here.
	"Here you go," Craig said, as he handed
Matt a beer, grinned at him and plopped down on
the sofa next to him.  
	"Grab the remote, will you?"  he said as he
took his first sip of beer. "It's on the end table next
to you."
	Matt picked it up and looked at it.  It was
one of those universal jobs that controlled
everything.  It took a moment to figure out how
to turn on the television and then the
videocassette player.  The screen glowed
to life for a moment then faded to black as the
lead-in of the videotape played out.
	"What did you get?"  he asked as he
opened his own beer and took a taste.
	"It's a surprise."  Craig laughed.  
"But I think you'll like it."
	Matt took a longer drink, just as the image
on the screen turned from black to a multitude of
images.  The picture on the screen caused him to
suddenly gag and he spit out some of his drink.
	"Easy," Craig said, laughing.  "We don't
want you choking. At least, not on the beer."
	"Shit!"  Matt managed to say as he got his
breath back.
	The giant screen was filled with the image
of a half-dozen guys of all sizes and colors.  They
were all nude and engaged in an orgy scene.  He
had never seen anything like this in his life.
	"You got this in that video store?"  Matt
asked incredulously, never taking his eyes off the
screen.
	"That's one of the reasons I go over
there," Craig said.  "He has a good collection of
adult films that never make their way to the
counter. Also, for certain customers he doesn't
keep a record of what they rent."
	"Why would he do that?"  Matt asked.
	"Maybe because those customers let him
suck their cocks once in a while in the back room
of the store.  That way, his wife never knows that
he has an interest in young guys, too."
	Matt look at his friend for a moment, then
realized that he wasn't kidding.  Cathy Bond's
father! Damn!
	"Good movie."  He laughed as he turned
he attention back to the screen.
	"I'll be glad to introduce you to Mr.  Bond
and get you one of his special memberships," 
Craig replied.
	"Might not be a bad idea,"  Matt said,
remembereing that Mr.  Bond had been in pretty
good shape for a man in his forties.
	The blonde-haired young man then became
aware of two things.  One, that he had a raging
erection, brought on by the movie.  Second, that
Craig's hand was resting on his cloth-covered
cock.
	"Must be mighty uncomfortable in there,"
Craig commented as he rubbed his hand up and
down the stretched material.  "Why don't we let
the big guy out so he can breathe?"
	No sooner said, Craig pulled down Matt's
shorts and underwear.  The full length of his
six-inch hardness sprang to life in the open air. 
Gently running his hand up and down the sides of
Matt's legs, Craig pulled Matt's balls free as well.
	"Why don't you enjoy the movie while I
take care of this?"  he said.
	Matt let out a loud moan as Craig bent
over and swallowed his cock.
	"It's okay," he whispered as he let Matt's
pole slide from his mouth. "Just sit back and
relax."
	Instead of sitting back, Matt swung his
head from side to side.  Despite knowing that they
had the whole house to themselves, he needed to
satisfy himself that they were truly alone.
	Satisfied they were safe, he relaxed and
enjoyed the image on the screen where a truly
gorgeous hunk was duplicating Craig's action and
the reality of the mouth on his cock.
	In his most vivid fantasies, Matt could
never have imagined it could feel so good.  His
mind just seemed to drift among waves of
pleasure as he finally sat back and closed his eyes. 
He was no longer really interested on the celluloid
lovers.
	The soft, warm wetness engulfing his cock
was like nothing in his young memory.  Like silk,
Craig's tongue covered every inch of Matt's shaft
before dropping down to his balls.  One at a time
they disappeared into Craig's mouth, until he
released them and returned his attention to
Matt's now-glistening dick.  Taking its entirety
once more into his mouth, Craig applied such
pressure that he seemed to draw the very life
essence out of Matt's body.
	On the screen, a trio of guys were nearing
their own explosive climax as Craig deep-throated
Matt once more.  The enthralled teen's body
quaked and a sudden rush of energy drained out
of every pore in his body.
	The recesses of Craig's throat filled with
the first burst of Matt's warm and salty whiteness. 
He swallowed it quickly and without hesitation,
knowing that there was much more to come.  A
second wave followed a few moments later.  This
time, Craig allowed it to fill his mouth, permitting
himself time to savor the taste as he whirled his
tongue from one side of his mouth to the other.  A
third spurt he let slide out of the corners of his
mouth and down the base of Matt's cock.
Then Craig ran his tongue up and down Matt's
shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the
intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex.
	Finally, Craig took him in his mouth one
last time and began to wash away the last
remnants of his efforts.  By the time Matt's
manhood slipped limply from his mouth not a
trace remained.
	"That was fantastic!"  Matt exclaimed as
Craig climbed up next to him on the couch.
	"That was just the warm-up."  Craig
grinned as he planted a kiss on Matt's lips.

	In less than a minute, both teens had
tossed their clothes on the floor. Their excitement
was heightened as they rubbed their bodies against
each other.  Hands and mouths became
interchangeable as they explored each other's hot
flesh.
	"Oh yes, ...  yes!"  Matt called out as
Craig's nimble tongue caressed his nipples.
	Craig continued to lick and kiss his way
back up Matt's slim, muscular form.  Again, he
kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep within
his friend's mouth.  Giving as good as he got, Matt
pressed his own tongue into play, playing a
sensuous duet with its twin.
	"Do you remember that picture you were
so interested in this afternoon?" Craig whispered
into Matt's ear, as he playfully nibbled on it.  "The
one with the guy who you thought looked like
you?"
	A broad smile filled Matt's face.  He knew
exactly the picture his friend was talking about --
the one of the teenager being fucked in the ass.  It
had given him a major hard-on as he imagined he
was on the receiving end of that stiff cock.
 	"Well, I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of
yours just like the guy in the picture,'' Craig
added.  "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
	The smile on Matt's face grew even
brighter.  It gave Craig all the encouragement he
needed.  He eased the smaller teen onto his back
and lifted his legs high over his own broad
shoulders.  From beneath one of the cushions,
Craig pulled out a small tube he had hidden there
earlier.
	Popping the cap, he squeezed a large
measure of clear lubricant into his hands.  Then he
smeared it across the head of his eager cock and
up and down the sides.  With a generous amount
still all over his fingers, he reached down under
Matt's balls and rubbed as much as he could
against his friend's tight asshole, pressing his
fingers inside to help spread it there also.
	"Ohhh, that feels nice," Matt said as he
reached out and pulled his upraised knees closer
to himself, giving Craig better access to his
goal. 
	Satisfied that Matt's hole was indeed
well-lubricated, Craig took his thick cock and
rested it against the entry point.  Carefully, he
pushed it up and down the smaller teen's cheeks,
mixing the lube with his own pre-cum.
	"Ready?"  he asked.
	"Oh, yeah,"  came the reply.
	With a hard push, Craig buried almost half
his length inside Matt's ass. Craig couldn't believe
the tightness of this virgin ass, or how good it
felt around his cock.  Then he paused for a
moment to let Matt get used to the feeling. 
Pushing forward, his cockhead slid in as Matt's ass
wrapped itself around the gel-covered cock.  He
slid back a little, drawing it out about an inch,
then two, then thrusted forward and buried
his shaft deep inside.
	"Ooooh!"  Matt called out, in a mixture of
excitement, pain and pleasure.  "Fuck me.  Fuck
me, Craig.  I've dreamed of this for so long."
	Buried as deep inside his friend as he could
get, Craig began to slide in and out of the tight
hole.  A passion born of the friendship they'd
shared over the years brought a fire and intensity
to his moves. 
	As Matt's hole relaxed more, Craig began
to develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each
stroke.  Matt followed the rhythm, rocking his ass
to meet each new thrust.  Craig's balls slapped
against his friend's ass, his frenzy increasing with
each new penetration.  Such was his fever that he
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise
each time he hit bottom .

	Even as Craig's cock rammed inside of him
again and again, Matt reached down and began to
play with his own recently-spent cock.  It didn't
take much to work it back to a full erection.
	Craig pumped faster and faster, feeling the
rising tide building deep in his balls.  Looking
down on Matt's face, he was greeted with a look 
of total euphoria.
	"Oh yeah, harder...harder," Matt muttered
as he pulled on his own cock as fast as Craig was
impaling him with his.
	"I'm gonna come," Matt grunted as he felt
his cock grow even stiffer in his hand.
	Seconds later, the warm sticky fluid
erupted from Matt's cock, covering his hand with
its whiteness.  It was only a small amount, the
residue that had remained after Craig's remarkable
oral action.  Still, the sensation that accompanied
its release was as strong as ever.
	"Now, it's my turn!"  Craig panted as he
pushed his pulsating cock deep inside Matt one
last time.
	"Ohhh, shitttt!!!"  the taller teen yelled as
he felt his cock explode like never before. 
	The eruption was enhanced by his
knowing that the guy beneath him was not only
his friend, but a virgin. His cock was so hard it
was almost painful when he shot. 
	Matt called out as well out as he felt the
first bursts of hot cum splashing against the inner
walls of his ass.  Craig continued to pump away as
he sent burst after burst of hot whiteness into the
tight cavity.  It wasn't until he began to feel his
cock begin to soften from exhaustion that he
stopped his frantic pace.
	Letting his cock slide free from the
constriction that had gripped it, Craig collapsed
on top of his lover.  Matt was only too happy to
take him in his arms and pull him even closer. 
Gently he kissed him, over and over again.

	"I think I'm in love."  He grinned.

	"I think you're in lust," Craig said as he
smirked back at him.  "But that's not bad, either."

	The two sweat-covered young men lay
there for a dreamy half- hour, enjoying the warmth
of their embrace.  It had been a day of discovery
for both of them.  But it was only the first of
many.

END