Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 15:08:04 -0600
From: Brent Stewart <brent@cutey.com>
Subject: Explorers

"Explorers"

"Ok!  Give me some time to get dressed and I'll meet you!" I yelled into
the receiver.  Geez, what crisis is Mike in now?  "I'll meet ya in 20
minutes."

"Hurry up, ok?  It's important and I need your help before we get to
school", Mike said from the other end and hung up.

I crawled out of bed and headed to the restroom.  6 a.m. is NOT a good time
for me on a school day, especially when I was up until 2 a.m. studying.  I
did the usual: shower, brush teeth, comb hair and then threw some clothes
on.  Mike was having some crisis and since we've been best friends since
grade school, I'm kind of obliged to have to put up with these
life-altering episodes every now and then.  "Life was so much easier before
high school," I thought as I headed down the stairs, and out the door to
meet him.

I arrived at the coffee shop and saw Mike sitting at the counter talking
with a waitress.  He always seems to have just stepped out of the pages of
a magazine.  You know the type, perfect hair, teeth, body, and clothes.  He
has light brown, almost blonde hair.  6 feet of well defined flesh, and
that look of most guys our age that says, "I'll play with you for awhile,
but don't EVEN think serious!"  More than likely, that was his problem
again.  The girls at school lust after him and he drives them crazy by
seeming oblivious to their attentions.  I'm not too bad looking myself, but
compared to Mike, I'm the little off clone that is just a slight bit
different from the original, but definitely enough to notice.  Oh well,
seventeen is an awkward age anyway.  I'm Arrack by the way, but my friends
call me Ark.

"Hey Mike!  What's up now?  You get some girl pregnant and their father
called to offer you a duel?"  I asked as I approached him at the counter.
He turned around and I could tell that my comment had embarrassed him in
front of the waitress he'd been talking with.  "Serves him right," I
thought, "for getting me out of bed at this God awful time of the morning."

"Um...hey Ark," he waved to me.  "Excuse me, Ma'me, my friends arrived."
He pushed himself from the counter and came over to me.  He grabbed my
shirt and pulled me over to a booth where we both sat down.

"Ok, so what's this emergency that got me up and out of bed?  It better be
good too, or I'm going to kick your ass."  I told Mike.  He had this
furtive look on his face and he seemed to just be staring at me.  His blues
eyes were locked on mine and I could see the reflection of my face deep in
them.  They drew me in, we seemed caught in some otherworldly plane and I
had to break eye contact before I was forever lost there.  Lately, I've had
to deal with these urges that were causing me no ends of comfort.  Having a
hard on all the time at 17 is somewhat normal, but NOT when you're talking
to your best bud.

"Ark, I need you to just hear me out on this and when I'm done we can talk
about it, that's IF you still want to be friends."  Now a wild look had
come over his features and I impulsively smoothed my hair back from my
face.  He was causing me to get a little nervous with the seriousness of
tone.  'Will you hear me out before you make any judgments or comments?"

"Sure Mike, but why so serious guy?  It's me, remember?  Of course we'll
still be friends no matter what you tell me.  Just don't grab my cock under
the table or I'll be forced to comment," I chuckled in an attempt to
lighten the mood and tension.  When I saw Mike's face, having said that, I
knew immediately what this must be about.  "Oh my God, he's caught me
looking at him and probably has noticed me popping a boner," I thought.  I
swallowed hard and waited for the axe to drop.  I'd been caught, and there
was nowhere for me to escape from him.  He holds me with just a look, like
I were caught in a vice.

"Ark, I'm in love with you."  Simple and direct, the words left his mouth
and reached my ears.  They entered and were assimilated into my brain.
From there they traveled and wrapped my heart.  They lay heavily for only a
moment, as my breath quickened, before continuing there voyage throughout
my being.  The heat of a flush rose in my face as I looked at my best
friend across from me, his eyes pleading with mine for affirmation of his
love.  I sat stunned by the implication and moved beyond joy at the result.
I loved him too.  I've loved him for all my life it seemed.  "I know this
must come as a total shock to you," he continued his confession.  "I just
had to tell you because it's been driving me crazy for two years now.  I
need to know if you can handle it, or if you want to distance yourself from
me now.  It's too hard for me to conceal any longer and it's tearing me up
inside."  His eyes continued to search mine and he noted the reddening of
my face.

"Um...are you through?" I asked.  "Is it my turn to make judgments and
comments?"

Mike broke eye contact and seemed to brace himself for the words that he
expected to hear from me.  His entire demeanor seemed to shift to one of a
shy puppy that was preparing to be kicked by its master.  "Yes, it's your
turn." He said.

"I would never have expected to hear you say those words to me Mike, not
even considering the emotion I feel behind them," I began.  "We've known
each other for years and we have been so close people couldn't tell where
you end and I begun.  Not once in all this time have you ever done anything
to cause me to doubt your friendship.  You always helped me up when I
needed and I tried to do the same for you.  I'm not sure you know what love
means, but I know that you feel a bond with me.  I feel the bond as well.
Is it love?  Of course it is.  Are you IN love with me?  Well, now that
means something entirely different Mike."  I had to be sure of him.  I had
to know if his simple statement meant the same to him as it had to me.  I
couldn't drop my guard totally until I was sure.

"I know what being in love means, Ark," Mike said.  "It means that I have
feelings in me that are beyond reason, yet are necessary for survival.  The
very thought of having you near me sets my blood on fire and my whole being
yearns to hold you and surrender utterly to you.  Your presence in a dark
room could draw me without need of light because I can feel your spirit.  I
know you Ark, like no one else can ever know you.  I know you because I've
touched your soul and mine isn't complete without that contact."  His eyes
had once again locked on mine and I was helpless to avoid the burning
intensity of those globes.

Dazed, the immensity of what I just heard was infusing me.  The love and
strength coming from him; my body and soul were absorbing and feeding off
of this awesome power emanating from my best friend.  I looked around us to
see if there were any people overhearing our conversation.  When I looked
to the counter where Mike had been taking with a waitress earlier, I saw a
knowing smile on her face.  Mike must have needed a bit more support before
I arrived and the waitress must have been the receptacle from which he drew
that added benefit.

"Well...say something to me.  Tell me to go to hell; tell me you hate me,
but just don't just sit there."  Mike said.  I knew now that he was truly
in love with me and it freed some unknown barrier in me that I must have
subconsciously suppressed my own feeling behind.

"Mike...I'm in love with you too.  I didn't believe what my own emotions
and body have been telling me for years now, but now I can't imagine how I
could have been so dense."  A sigh escaped from Mike and I saw the tension
being replace with sheer relief and joy in his face.  He smiled at me and
my heart melted further.  "What do we do now?"  I asked.

"I don't exactly know how your feeling at the moment, but school doesn't
appeal to me as much as it did when I started the day."  He leaned forward
and in a conspiratorial tone of voice said, "My parents are at work and
there's that whole empty house begging for company.  Why don't we go there
and I show you the places you and I have never explored before.  I'm sure
we can spend ALL day finding new places and points of interest, don't you?"
He gave me a mischievous grin and turned to look in the direction of his
earlier confidant, winking at her with a huge grin for her benefit as well.

We arrived at Mike's house and as he said, his parents were gone for the
day.  He opened the door and led us up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Thousands of times I've followed the same route through his house and to
his room, but never with this overwhelming feeling that something
miraculous was going to take place at the ultimate destination.  I knew
Mike was a virgin and so was I.  We would have confessed any knowledge
about sex to each other, and it seemed at this moment to mean all the more,
since we were going to learn together.  Mike opened his bedroom door and
pulled me by the hand in after him.  Without stopping he took me into his
arms and our lips met for the first time in our lives.  His smell assailed
my nostrils as our tongues dueled for deeper ground.  His taste was new to
me and our closeness affected my teenage hormones dramatically. His hands
moved down my back and I mimicked his contact and exploration with my own
hands and body.

I pulled Mike's body into my own.  I could feel the heat of our passion
enveloping us, and our need increase with each passing second.  When,
finally, we broke the contact of our kiss, he caught his breath and
reaffirmed his love for me by saying, "Before we make love I want you to
know that there is nothing more in this life that I could ever want or need
than to know that you love me.  If you don't want to do this you don't have
too.  Your love is enough, even though it's more than I could have ever
expected."

My answer was totally obvious by my actions, which included the remove of
my shirt, shoes, socks and then removing his shirt and pushing him down on
the bed.  I took off his shoes and socks and lay on top of him.  He
embraced me and we once again explored the new dimensions of each other's
mouths with our tongues.  My hardness grew in my pants and was straining to
be released into the open.  I whispered into Mike's ear, "I need every inch
of you and I offer the same to you."  I took his hand and placed it on that
need and was rewarded with the soft caress and manipulation I only imagined
in my dreams.  Here I was with the one person in the world that I knew
would offer me ALL of him without reserve and in turn he would have all of
me.

I sat up and began removing his pants.  I traced the outline of his cock
through the material and his moans inflamed me into rapid abandonment.  As
I slid his pants off and saw the straining tool of his love displayed for
my taking, I bent and caressed it with my mouth and cheeks.  Slowly, I
reached the band of his underwear and peeled them down to expose a
beautiful 7" hard piece of pulsing and expanding cock.  Brown, wiry hair
encircled the base of his cock, on an otherwise smooth body.  His ball sack
held two round globes the size of walnuts and just the slight dusting of
light, fine hair.  I reached and encircled him in my hand and felt a mighty
pulse of the muscle.  On the tip of his mushroom shaped head, engorged with
pent up passion, a dollop of clear liquid escaped.  I bent forward and used
my tongue to tentively wipe away my first true taste of his love.  He
moaned and caught his breath as my tongue swiped this most sensitive
appendage.

I fully removed his underwear and he reached to do the same to me.  I lay
on my back and watched as he moved into position to strip me and expose my
own confined need.  My body was so alive when he touched my stomach in the
process of removing my pants; I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through
me.  Every nerve was active and the hairs on my body seemed to stand out
with the charge of energy.  I felt his hand slid along my cock through my
underwear and a shiver ran through me.  I moaned and closed my eyes and I
felt him reach into the top of them and remove them down my hips and
finally off of my body.  I could feel his heated breathe flow across my
cock and then the deep intense heat of his mouth as it closed around the
head and slowly descend along my shaft.  As he drew up from my cock and it
escaped his mouth, I opened my eyes and saw him admiring my body.

We kissed and explored each other, losing ourselves in our youthful
passion.  As Mike continued his ministrations on my cock, my balls
tightened to my body and I could feel the swell of cum running from the
depths of my balls and building up to explode into my lovers hot, moist,
hungry mouth.  Reacting to my attempt to shove my cock down his throat, he
sped up his suction and unable to restrain the result, I erupted in wave
after wave of boy cum.  Mike swallowed and pumped and bobbed my tool,
draining every ounce of fluid and passion from me.  I felt his body tense
as my own manipulation of his cock reached its crescendo and the back of my
throat was coated with spurts.  I withdrew his cock from my throat enough
to allow his cum to flow over my tongue.  I wanted to taste him.  Savor
every nuance of his manhood.  I swallowed eagerly and I pumped his cock to
extricate every ounce of this wonder.

Both spent and basking in the glow of our newly found ecstasy, we lay on
Mike's bed, holding each other in our arms and sharing kisses and words of
love.  After what seemed to be only moments, I realized I had better get
dressed and head for my house.  The clock in his room read 5 p.m. and his
parents, as well as mine, would be home soon.

"I love you Mike.  That was amazing!"  I said as I pulled my clothes on and
prepared myself to leave.

"It was pretty amazing wasn't it?" And he smiled at me and I melted all
over again.  "We still have several places to explore yet and we'll have to
remember the best ones so we can revisit them over and over again."

We kissed one last time and as we reached the front door, his mother was
coming up the drive.  I said hello to her and waved goodbye to Mike, "See
you at school tomorrow!"  I called back to him standing in the doorway.
Just as I reached the door to my car and opened it, I heard Mike yell back
to me,

"Don't forget ... we have a lot of exploring still to do!!"


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Well, this is my first attempt at fiction.  I hope you enjoyed my little
tale.  Let me know what you think and please try to keep flames to a
minimal. ;-) You can get to me at brent@cutey.com. Peace out, Brent.  My
other Nifty series is Outted In High School, which is a true account of my
HS days.