Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2017 20:46:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: GRADUATING TO THE FUTURE

Amos stretched. It was morning. He moved his naked skinagainst the crumpled
cotton sheets. It felt, as always stimulating though hedidn't need to rely
on the sensations to become aroused. Every morning his cockdemanded his
attention.


Some mornings it was one he executed even before totallyawakening keeping
the most recent mental images to propel him to one or twoorgasms. Other
mornings he was wide awake and moved about the privacy of his bedroomto
masturbate while seeing his reflection in the full length mirror or
daringto stand near his window, allowing any who watched to see his exposed
manhood.


Then there were the mornings when he was still sleepy; tiredfrom a late
night or that middle of the night on line sessions that requiredhis fingers
and hands to keep his body busy.


But that morning was different. He stared out the windowfrom his bed, not
wanting to leave its embrace for fear it would never be thesame. In fact
his life would never be the same after that day.


The blue rob remained on a hanger with the mortar board andtassel. He had
worn it over his naked body that first afternoon, allowing his excitementto
stick through and be rubbed in celebration.


Today he would wear it over a suit his parents had obtained.There would be
speeches that he'd try to stay awake for.  There would be theparade of his
classmates across the stage while parents and others watched. Andthere
would be the many photos taken by his mother and sister afterwards. Hugsto
his friends and lots of laughter.


There was a late night party, actually several parties. He woulddo things
there openly he had done secretly before. And the much touted poolparty
that would welcome the discarded robs and clothing on its patio whilenewly
freed from school graduates dared reveal their nakedness to all who
werethere.


Amos smiled. His cock felt good in his hand.


"Hey" his bedroom door slammed so loud, Amos almost jumpedup. But he did
whatever he had done before when siblings or parents burst intohis room,
keeping his nakedness hidden by his bedding.


"TODAY!!!!" Carlos announced "IS YOUR DAY"


His friend stood there like Peter Pan, legs spread, hands onhis hips, his
bare chest heaving with excitement.


"What the fuck....." Amos responded


"So are you ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled his shortsdown his legs
revealing his genitals.


Amos had seen them before in real life as well as some nastydreams.


"Close the fucking door" Amos chided.


Carlos kicked the shorts off his feet and turned to closeand lock the door.


"What the fuck do you want?" Amos said grabbing his cock.


"Not that, I have one" Carlos held his own erection andmoved toward Amos.


"We've messed around too long. We've threatened each othertoo many
times. After today, we won't have any reason not to do what we bothwant"


Carlos had moved to his knees on the bed.


"And I go first" he grabbed the sheet and yanked it off Amosbody.


"Shit man..." Amos complained but didn't move or push Carlosaway. They had
shared the past few years of body changes, masturbating anddick-sword
fighting.


There had been other friends who joined it from time totime.


But it was Carlos who pressed his naked body against Amosduring
sleepovers. It was Amos who had cupped Carlos package in jest whileothers
laughed.


It was these two who had stripped their singlets entertainingthe entire
team to their preference to wrestling naked, ignoring their obvious
arousalin favor of their teammate's laughter, cheering and chanting.


"Sooner or later you two are gonna fuck" Fred had said tothem after one of
the group masturbations some years before.


"It's time" Carlos grabbed Amos legs. Amos struggled but notenough to stop
his friend.


His legs rested on Carlos shoulders as the boy moved hiships closer and
eventually pressed his dickhead against the hole into which hehad seen Amos
insert a dildo once before.


Amos didn't move as the cock pressed into him stretching hissphincter. He
had played there with fingers, brush handle, spatula and a dildobefore. It
hurt at first but once inside helped him obtain new pleasures as hishand
satisfied.


"Fuck man go slow" Amos begged as he watched his brown nakedskinned friend
fuck him. He had wondered what it would feel like. Images andvideos on the
internet had helped prepare him and stimulated mental images ofwhat was
really happening.


Carlos closed his eyes at first, moving his hips to get asdeep as he could
inside Amos. He too had fantasized his moment.


The worst thing that could happen was Amos would push himway, they would
wrestle naked around the bedroom as they had done many othertimes and
culminate their homoerotic fun by splattering each other with sperm,on that
their graduation day.


But to both their delights, fantasies were becoming realityinstead. Flesh
was inside flesh. Sperm would coat them internally then onlytheir faces,
chests and stomachs.


Carlos wanted to grab Amos cock and milk him as he had donebefore while
fucking, but he dared not hoping to feel that cock inside his ownbody
instead.


"YEA" Amos said admiring the sweat that was rolling downCarlos face onto
his chest. It was more than he had expected that day. Thefirst time a guy
had fucked him.


"Corn holing" his cousin had said. Amos refused that hotafternoon, instead
taking his cousin's appendage in hand and allowing the samemilking to be
done to him. He had regretted passing that summer opportunity.


But now Amos was letting it happen wondering if Carlos wouldlet him return
the favor or even if he could after the orgasm he felt buildingup in his
gut. He clenched to hold back and immediately heard Carlos call out.


"Fuck man, not yet"


Amos released his anal grip on the sliding pole of fleshthat was ramming
into and out of his butthole.


"Yea yea" Carlos was getting close. Amos recognized the words,groans and
curses his friend always uttered when he was about to cum.


Then the boy's body began to slam hard into his hips,practically pushing
Amos across the bed. He reached for the headboard to bracehimself for each
attack.


Carlos stared at him; the eyes were wide, crystal grey, sexyas always. His
expression seemed blank then winced, a smile and more cursing.


He was spilling his sperm inside Amos body and Amos thoughthe felt it,
though it was just the realization of his fantasy, since hisintestines
hadn't nerve endings to sense the fluids coating them.


"Shit shit shit" Carlos remained inside as his body heavedto help him
regain composure.


"You ok?" he asked.


"Fuck yes" Amos said and moved pushing Carlos softening cockout of his
hole. He pushed the boy face down on the bed while jacking his ownhalf hard
cock.


"My fucking turn bitch" Amos said as he parted Carlosbuttocks and spit
toward his target butthole.


He was thinking of the time he and Carlos had wrestled whiletheir teammates
watched and chanted for the two to fuck.


Once he had pinned his naked friend, he grabbed theasscheeks and slapped
them instead of obliging their chanting friends.


Carlos too was thinking of that time and hoped that Amos wouldn'tstop, he
wouldn't just slap his round buttocks, he would instead return thefuck he
had just given Amos.


It wasn't strange for their wrestling team to recognize thehomoerotic
experiences. They laughed at each other's post meet erectionsobviously
displayed in the tight singlets they wore. They shared circle jerksin the
motel rooms during road trips and private wresting sessions.


Most of their parents knew too, mostly the fathers who putwrestling matts
in the basement so their sons could practice. It was adolescentbehavior
most knew from their own all too brief adolescence.


Amos slapped the two buttocks. They were round, firm andadmired by him and
openly by others, females and males in school.


"Bubble" was a nickname many had given Carlos; sometimes thenicknames were
"bubble butt" or "bubble cheeks", or even just "cheeks".


"No man" Carlos began to complain.


"Don't worry bitch, this time it's for real" Amos promisedas he aimed his
erection and pressed inside Carlos stimulating the boys sighand curse. He
wanted it. Amos wanted to do it.


He lay on top of the naked body feeling it with every inchof his own skin.


"Who in this classroom has the biggest organ" Coach Morganhad once started
a sex education class with the question.  The class laughed,some called out
the name of the ones whose dicks were indeed impressive. ButMorgan replied
naming one of the physically largest students...a tackle on theschool's
football team, explaining the largest organ was one's skin, not penis.


Carlos remembered that day well as he let his large organ,his entire body
feel Carlos below him. He moved his hips gyrating so hisembedded cock moved
inside his friend. He was in no hurry. Each sensation, eachnerve ending
sparked, his cock felt the tight grip of Carlos sphincters.


He wanted the sex they had to continue. If that meant theywould ignore the
calls from his parents, miss the entire graduation ceremony oreven the
parties that night, it was fine.


Amos knew that once the orgasm occurred, the sex would end.There was a
summer ahead of course but he would be on a ship with students fromacross
the state, journeying to Europe as planned. Carlos would be somewhere else.


But they had a week or two before they would part. Bothhoped they would
spend it doing things with and to each other they had onlyfantasized about.


Amos moved, grunted, cursing into Carlos ear as his head layclose. His hips
did all the real communicating and Carlos pushed back on theintrusive tool
he had seen and played with over the years.


He realized he had never sucked Amos cock. There would betime ahead to do
that and more, hopefully more of what was happening at thattime.


Carlos flexed his grip making Amos curse. He laughed andreleased so the
cock would continue its journey in and out of his butthole.


It wasn't his first fuck. But he hadn't told Amos about thatexperience. His
bubble butt invited attention over the years.  Aunts pinched it,men patted
it, teachers snuck in a hand now and then too and his part time jobboss
openly said he wanted to inspect it. Carlos knew what that meant ofcourse.


But Amos cock was more than just an erection. It wasn't thesame as Marco's
his former boss who promised him a raise.  And it wasn't the hotwrestler he
met on a road trip.


Amos was his friend, with whom he felt a connection yearsbefore, one who
made him feel important during those awkward years and one whohe fantasized
about doing exactly what he was doing now.


"Boy's get ready" the warning was heard far away. It added abit of panic
that made Amos quicken his thrusts. And the fear of discovery,despite the
locked door, added some more excitement to their sex.


Amos shot more streams more times than he had everremembered during the
many sessions alone in his bed or those he shared withCarlos. It seemed the
outpouring would never end and each sent a shudder ofpleasure through his
entire body.


"God" was all Amos could say as he lay on top of Carlos now,his body empty
of sperm. Carlos responded "fuck yea" and they both laughed.


It had been a long time coming, so to speak.


They stood side by side hours later, their bodies stillfeeling each other
inside them. Their blue robes covering erections that bulgedtheir
trousers. Their arms around each other, Carlos and Amos posed for
photostaken by friends and family members.


Teammates and other classmates gathered as the crowd gotlarger and larger.


Carlos didn't jump when a hand squeezed his butt. It wasn'tthat he was used
to it, it was because he knew whose hand it was.


He would feel it later that night after the skinny dippingparty. And he
hoped the hand would be there again and again over the nextcouple of weeks.


Amos clutched and patted as a non-verbal promise thatgraduation wasn't an
ending but only a beginning.