Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 21:52:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Curious in North Georgia <curious_in_n_ga@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matt Opens Up

This is the first story I have ever written. It's pure fantasy. All of it.
Having never been involved in anything sexual with another guy beyond the
"you show me yours and I'll show mine" games we all played when we were
young, the sex scenes in this story are especially made up. They were
derived from my own fantasies of enjoying with another equally
inexperienced member of the same sex. If you like this story or have any
comments, please send them to curious_in_n_ga@yahoo.com.

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     I opened the door to see Matt standing in front of me with his red
backpack slung over one shoulder and a big grin on his face. After inviting
him in, we made our way up to my room where Matt dropped his stuff down on
the bed. Matt had yet to utter a single word since arriving for our usual
Friday night ritual of his spending the night out my house. He was just
standing there in my with that huge grin of his spread across his face.
     Without warning Matt tackled me to the floor.  Laughing like little
boys, we grappled with each other. We've loved wrestling with each other
since we were five years old and he first moved into our neighborhood. It
was never a planned thing; one of us would just pounce upon the other and
we'd tussle until someone became tired enough to give up. Today, we both
must have been pretty tired, for it wasn't long before we rolled apart on
the floor, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.
     "So what do you want to do tonight?" Matt asked, his words separated
by deep breaths.
     "I don't know," I said, "watch a couple of flicks?" I replied, just as
winded.
     "Sounds good, but do you know what would be even better?"  I turned my
head so I could seem him. "What's that?" I inquired.
     "A shower."
     "Works for me. You wanna go first?"
     Without answering Matt brought himself to his feet, grabbed some
clothes from his backpack, and made his way out to the hall for the
bathroom.

     Sometimes I don't know what to make of Matt. We have been friends
since third grade and with the exception of a few spats here and there, we
have been virtually inseparable ever since. He and I are just about as
close as two friends can be; yet Matt rarely says more than a handful of
words in a conversation. Like me, he's incredibly shy. Quite unlike me,
Matt keeps most of his thoughts and feelings deep inside.  From time to
time he does open up to me, though.  Usually this happens late at night
when we're laying in bed during one of our spend the night rituals. But as
I said, this is a rare occurrence. Mostly he just sits listening intently
while I'm spilling my guts. With the lights out I can't see much but know
he is lying there with that big grin of his wide across his face. Every
once in a while he'll drop that smile to mutter an assenting "yeah."
     To me his quiet demeanor fits well with the way he looks. Matt is a
big guy. Standing a hair over six feet two inches and weighing over two
hundred and thirty pounds, his body is swollen with muscle. He's not ripped
like a body builder, but still undeniably in shape. Put simply, Matt is
built like a linebacker; a fact that did not go unnoticed by the coaches at
school. Matt has been a lineman for our high school's football team since
we were both freshman. Now, in our senior year, he plays right tackle on
the varsity team.  I don't know why, but when I look at Matt's face the
first thought that pops into my mind is that it looks like the face of a US
Marine. It's a face that has an amazing ability to look rugged and innocent
at the same time. With his blond hair, which he keeps shaved to almost
stubble, and large blue-gray eyes, just about anyone would say that Matt is
a good-looking guy.
     One of the many surprises about my friend is that in spite of his good
looks, he has never been on a date -- ever. You would think his quiet
persona would attract women looking for a challenge, but the fact is that
he can seem standoffish when he's around someone he doesn't know well.
Quite frankly, the boy doesn't get out much at all. He's either in class at
school, home studying, playing football, or hanging out with me. That's
it. When he first joined the football team, he would constantly get invites
from his teammates to go to a party or hang out with them, but never once
did he take them up on it. Now they don't even bother asking. Even though
he's been through almost four years of football with many of the same guys,
he's never developed anything beyond a casual friendship with any of them.

     One night while sleeping over at his house, Matt and I had one of
those rare deep conversations where he actually opened up and participated.
Like most 17 year-old boys, the topic of girls and dating came up.
Reluctantly, we both admitted we were virgins, a fact that both of us knew,
but still difficult to flat out admit to someone else.  The conversation
meandered from which girls we thought were attractive to how far each of us
had gone with a girl .I had kissed one girl while my non-dating friend
hadn't even gotten that far. This left me with the perfect opportunity to
quiz Matt on why he hadn't ever asked a girl out and I seized upon it.
     My good-natured buddy's response was a sad, "Just shy, I guess."  I
tried to reassure him by telling he was a good looking guy with a lot going
for him, but Matt doesn't take compliments very well. Instead, he turned it
around on me and brought up the fact that it was Jenny (the girl I kissed)
who initiated the kiss one day when we were walking home from school and
despite my friend's pleas to do so, I never called her and asked her out.
She and I haven't spoken after that. I guess I hurt her feelings, which
makes me feel like crap because she really is a sweet girl. Cute too.
     I couldn't argue with Matt because he was dead right. We both knew I
had a crush on Jenny - a fact that popped during another one of our late
night talks, a typical one where I did most of the talking. I could still
kick myself for not having the nerve to ask her out when I knew she was
interested. It serves as a reminder of just how much Matt and I have in
common.

     "Shower's all yours." Matt said as he strolled into my room. He was
wearing white socks, dark gray sweatpants, and a gray t-shirt with Marietta
High School Football on the front in blue lettering.  "You'd better have
left me some hot water this time, asshole." I said, trying to make my voice
sound stern as I squeezed by him. Typical Matt, his only response was that
ever-present grin.
     Once in the bathroom I cut the shower on to get it nice and warm
before I started to undressed. Tossing my clothes in the hamper I stepped
into the shower and immediately let out a loud scream. The bastard had used
all of the hot water. I was too cold to be mad as I rushed to get cleaned
up before icicles started forming on my body.  I was shivering as I stepped
out of the shower and quickly dried myself off, hoping that it would take
the cold away.  Once I was dry, I looked up at the mirror and got a good
look at myself.  Of course it wasn't fogged up at all. How could it have
been when the water was so cold it was damn near ice?
     Staring back at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but think that
I'm not a bad looking guy. I didn't have the brick wall look of Matt, but
at five feet ten inches and a hundred seventy pounds I had a fairly healthy
build. My short, dark brown hair goes well with my brown eyes. Unlike Matt,
who is totally smooth, I have a small patch of hair in the center of my
chest, though it is thin enough that anyone would hardly notice it if they
weren't up close.
     Of course there was some girl out there who would want me. I'm cute.
Why wouldn't there be? It was then that I noticed what all that cold water
had done to my cock. Seeing the effects from that ice storm of a shower
squelched my ego a bit. It was at that point when I realized I had
forgotten to bring a change of clothes with me, so I tied a towel around my
waist and headed back to my room.

     "Nice skirt!" Matt laughed when I walked in. The boy wasn't much on
sarcasm so this was an indication he was in a good mood tonight.
     Being the gentleman that I am, I responded with a curt, "Fuck you!"
     Matt just grinned back at me, his eyes followed me as I walked across
the room. What I wouldn't give to know what is going on in his head behind
those smiles. Sighing, I turned around and grabbed some gray sweatpants
(similar to the ones Matt had on) and a white t-shirt and headed back to
the bathroom to change.
     That had me thinking about something strange. In all of the years we
had known each other, not once had Matt or I seen each other naked.  On
numerous occasions, when it was hot and one of us was spending the night at
the other's house, we would strip down to our underwear when we went to
bed, but that was it. Never any further.
     The thought didn't come out of any desire; just that no one else was
around the house but Matt and me so it wouldn't have been a big deal for me
to have stayed and changed in my room. Or it shouldn't have anyway. When I
thought back on it, it always seemed that Matt and I went out of our way to
avoid being naked in front of each other, always going into the bathroom or
kicking the other person out when we needed to change clothes. That thought
bothered me because I was sure Matt got completely undressed in the locker
room after football. He had to. I could always tell he was freshly showered
on those times I met up with him after practice.
     How could he feel comfortable doing that in front of a bunch of guys
he barely even cares about, but not in front of me, his best friend? I
didn't have the slightest clue why my mind hopped onto this train of
thought. I was even less sure of why the whole issue with Matt and I never
seeing each other naked bugged me so much.

     The rest of the evening was pretty typical of our Fridays together. My
mom had gone to her company's Christmas party straight from work and
wouldn't be home until one or two in the morning. She had given me twenty
dollars that morning so we could order some food. God bless my mother.
     One might think that two 17 year-old boys left alone together on a
Friday night would break into the liquor cabinet or find some other way to
cause trouble. If we were like most 17 year olds, we probably would have.
But neither Matt nor myself had ever had the desire to get drunk or go roll
someone's yard. We were pretty good kids. Good grades, almost always honest
with our parents, nice manners.  They should have paid us we were so good.
     Stuffed with pizza and all American wholesomeness, Matt and I settled
down on the couch to watch a movie on HBO that was so bad I don't even want
to remember the name. After that it was back to my room to play a couple of
video games. Neither of us were feeling up to a lot of gaming, though. Matt
put his controller down, let out a heavy sigh, and walked over and sat on
my bed. I had known him long enough to know that sigh. He had something he
wanted talk about. My big lug of a friend was going to open up tonight and
I was thrilled about it.  Usually, when it was just me doing the talking, I
feel like our friendship is kind of one sided. But when he unloads his
troubles on me, I finally get to feel like I am bringing something to the
friendship instead of just taking -- something I have always been very
good at.
     Experience had taught me not to press Matt into talking when he isn't
ready, so I leaned my head back against the bed and waited. After a couple
of minutes, he comes out with it.  "Jason," he said in a quiet voice,
"What's it like to kiss a girl?"
     Good ole Matt. He never beats around the bush.  When he wants to say
something he just comes right out and says it.
     "Wow. I don't know how to answer that. I've only kissed Jenny and that
was just once." I replied.
     "Actually, she kissed you."
     I looked up and saw the smirk on his face and reached up and grabbed a
pillow off the bed and smacked him with it.
     "Fuck you!" I said in mock anger.  Matt's grin vanished from his face
as a look of complete seriousness washed over.
     "Sorry", he said.
     "Dude, it's okay. I was just playing with you."
     "I know. It's that I really want to know." He sat silently for a
moment before continuing. "So will you tell me?"
     "To be perfectly honest, buddy, I don't remember all that much.  She
just laid it on and I was pretty much in shock the whole time."
     "Oh." My friend said in a sullen voice. I immediately felt a twinge of
guilt. Here he had asked me a question and I couldn't give him an answer.
     "Sorry I couldn't help you out big guy. Why'd you want to know
anyway?" I asked. I had to admit to myself that it was a strange question
to ask someone who had as little experience as I did.
     "I just wanted to know what to expect when it finally happens."
     Fair enough, I thought.
     "Matt, I got a question for you." I said. Since Matt asked me a
question, I figured it was only fair that I got to ask him one, so I hit
him with the one that had been on my mind all night.
     "Okay buddy, ask away." Matt responded. The big grin was back on his
face again. His blue-gray eyes twinkled with his good nature.
     "Do you ever get embarrassed showering with the guys after football?"
There. My voice had faltered a bit as I said it and it came out even more
awkward that would have thought.
     "Uhhhh", my friend blushed. His big face was now almost solid red. I
stared back at him and awaited his response.  After a couple of false
starts, it finally came.
     "I don't exactly shower with them. Well, I mean I do, but I don't. I
usually come off the field dead last and hang back and talk with the
coaches until the showers have cleared out.
     "I mean you know me better than anyone, Jace.  I've always been kind
of shy."
     I knew his response was an honest one. I had been about to move in a
closer to what was really on my mind when he started talking again.
     "Of course," he said with a half laugh, "just because I'm shy doesn't
mean that I have anything to be shy about."  Not giving me a chance to
speak, he went on, "Now it's my turn to ask you why did you want to know?"
     Uh oh. He'd come out and asked me directly and I just could not bear
to lie to my best friend, so I swallowed my pride and hoped I could phrase
it better than the last utterance I spewed forth.
     "Well. Okay. Ummm" I was doing great so far.  "Don't take this the
wrong way and read anything into it. It's just more of a curiosity thing.
Okay. Bad choice. I mean that I was wondering about something and it was
only because I was wondering why not because of anything else."
     "What in the hell are you talking about?" Matt said. He was still
grinning, but I heard a hint of confusion mixed with concern in his voice.
     I took a deep breath and tried again. Maybe this time I could actually
translate my gibberish to English.
     "Matt, I was thinking about how I came back in here after my shower to
grab my clothes and then headed back to the bathroom to change. It's
something you and I have both done many times before and I know most guys,
like the guys on the team, are comfortable getting undressed around each
other.
     "Look, it's isn't as if I even wanted to or anything. But, I was
thinking that you felt comfortable enough to get undressed around them, but
not me. And after all of the years we have been friends, I guess I sort of
felt a little hurt about it. I don't know why.  Really, it's kind of
stupid."
     There. I had finished stuttering my way through the whole thing.  I
wasn't sure if it made any sense to Matt, but at least I said it.
     "No shit." He said. "You were jealous that I changed my clothes in
front of other guys."
     "No, no, no," I was backpedaled, "It wasn't that at all. It was
just... I have no idea how to say it, but you know what I mean!"
     "You were jealous." Matt said. He drew out the last word like he was a
gloating six year old.
     That did it. I was up off the floor and jumped on top of where he lay
on the bed. Two friends just messing around wrestling, except that I have
to admit I was really angry. But as our little session drew on, my anger
slipped away and pretty soon I was laughing along with him.

     The wrestling match was unusually long and intense, lasting over half
an hour. By the time we were through we were on the floor, lying side by
side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling -- a repeat of our afternoon
bout. Both of us were panting like crazy, our clothes soaked with sweat.
     "Oh man," Matt wheezed, "that was intense."
     "You're not kidding. I can barely feel anything below my neck.  You
got a hell of a choke hold, you know?"
     "I know. You know what else I know?"
     "What?" I asked with a bit of anger coming back because I thought he
was going to start his "You were jealous" routine again.
     "I know I'm going to go take a shower. I'm sweating like a pig."
     "Oh hell no you don't! You can take one after I do. Last time you left
me with no hot water at all." I said and got up to head for the door.
     Boom! I felt Matt's huge arms grab me around my waist as he tackled me
from behind and sent us both back down to the floor.
     "What the hell?" I yelled as I tried to wrestle my way out from under
him.
     "If you go first, you'll use all the hot water."  Matt replied. I
could not see his face, but I knew he was wearing that damn grin again.  We
wrestled halfway down the hallway, laughing the entire time, before we both
just fell still. We were completely out of breath and out of energy.
     "I win. I go first." Matt said. I could tell he was joking, though. He
had to be. He and I were both to tired to go anywhere.
     "Uh, no. I win." I replied, just as exhausted.
     "So it's a draw." He said.
     I don't know why, but at that point his statement had become the
funniest thing either of us had ever heard in our lives and were both
bursting out with laughter. We kept laughing so long that it was seriously
hurting. Man, were we tired.
     We laid there in silence for a few minutes until again, it was Matt
who was the first to speak.
     "Why don't we just shower together?" He said. His voice seemed to
soften as each word left his mouth.
     "What?" I was a wizard with words.
     "As you said, it's no big deal and we've been best friends for
years. Besides, this way no one is left without any hot water."
     With that, he slowly got up, groaning as he did, and walked toward the
bathroom. Without, I noted, a change of clothes in hand. Not knowing what I
should do, I eased myself up off the floor and followed him.

     When I reached the bathroom, Matt had already cut on the shower so it
could warm it up. His back was tuned to me and he muttered a "here goes"
before starting to undress. So I wouldn't be caught looking at him I turned
around and did the same. It was ridiculous if you think about it because we
were both about to step into a four foot by four foot glassed in shower
with each other.
     I turned around when I heard the door of the shower open, just in time
to see Matt's naked back side step in. At this point I was incredibly
nervous, not to mention shy about being naked in front of Matt, so I didn't
really take any note of how his body looked. I squeezed my eyes shut for a
split second, summoned all my courage, and followed him in.

     I stepped in and found myself face to face with Matt. The grin was
gone and he was making a conscience effort to look me in the eye.  We both
were staring straight ahead at each other, water splashing across us,
afraid to look at the other's bodies because of the connotations it would
have. Yet we were afraid to look at the walls or ceiling in fear of showing
just how awkward we felt.  We both failed miserably on the latter count,
but for some reason his obvious nervousness began to put me at ease and I
began laughing almost hysterically.
     Matt just kept staring at me, a confused look on his face. I couldn't
help myself, though, and continued with my maniacal laughing spree.
     "What's so funny?" He asked.
     "Nothing." I said between stifled laughs. "It's just that we're both
making a big deal out of trying to act like this isn't a big deal."
     Matt got it. His shoulders dropped a bit as the tenseness seeped from
his body and he began to grin again. Relaxed, I grabbed the soap and began
lathering up my body. Neither of us bothered to grab a washcloth, but that
didn't matter. After soaping up the front of my torso I handed him the soap
and went to work washing the lather off my body. The surprising about all
of this was that I still hadn't paid any attention to Matt's body. You'd
think I'd check out his goods just for comparison sake, but the thought
hadn't entered my mind.
     The feeling was short lived though when Matt turned around and asked
me if I could wash his back. I instantly became aware of his body. Of his
naked body. I had still yet to glance below his waist, but could not fail
to notice how broad his shoulders were.  His back was strong and muscular
and narrowed a bit as it continued downward. Matt's arms were absolutely
huge. The boy just looked powerful. I felt a sense of pride and even a
little envy toward my friend.
     My mind was snapped out of its careful observations when I noticed his
right hand sitting on his left shoulder with the soap in it. He was shaking
it to get my attention. I stuttered an, "um, sure", and took the soap from
him.
     Up until this point I can honestly say that I have never felt any sort
of sexual attraction toward my friend. I'm not even sure I did now.
However, there was a sort of excitement as I brought the soap between his
shoulder blades and went to work.
     I brought the soap down to his lower back and could not help but
notice the butt. Like the rest of him, it looked full with just a hint of
fat. While I was sure it was normal for guys to be comfortable naked around
one another, I was equally as sure it wasn't normal for them to go around
soaping each other up. Still, there was something erotic about it and I
could feel my cock beginning to fill out. I didn't have a hard on, but it
hung larger than usual between my legs.
     "Do you want me to do the back of your arms as well?" I asked.
     "Yeah!" He said. There was a bit of excitement in his voice.
     I brought the soap up and started lathering the back of his right
arm. The enormity of it was astounding. It felt wonderful in my hands.  I
took some time to rinse the soap off before moving on to the left.  After I
was done with that, I muttered something about getting all of the soap off
of his back and dropped the soap so I could wipe away the lather. I used
both of my hand to explore his back as I guided the water around it,
removing all traces of soap.
     "Done!" I exclaimed when I was finished.
     "Do you want me to do you?" Matt asked. The unintended alternate
meaning of his words wasn't lost on me.
     "Sure." I said and turned around.
     I felt the top of Matt's head brush up against my lower back as he
bent down to pick up the soap. Shortly thereafter I felt his large hands
guiding it around my back. From time to time his groin pressed up against
me. Only for a few fleeting seconds, but it was enough for the blood to
start flowing again in my nether regions. It was wonderful.
     Suddenly, Matt stopped his ministrations. For a moment I was worried
that he had come to the realization that what we were doing was more than
what best friends normally do. During our late night talks we had aired our
thoughts on homosexuality on occasion.  Both of us thought there was
nothing wrong with it. After all, if all participants were consenting and
it felt right, what was the big deal?  But saying something and actually
believing it were two different things and I began to wonder I if he was
just paying lip service to the idea for the sake of political correctness
(something else we had spoken about and agreed we both abhorred).
     "I wasn't exactly honest on why I asked you that question," he said
after what seemed an eternity.
     "What do you mean?" I replied.
     "Well, I... Shit. I'm talking like you now -- stumbling all over
my words.
     "I wanted to know what to expect, but for a different reason."  Matt
took a long pause.
     "I wanted to know," he continued, "because when it happens I don't
want to do it wrong."
     "That's ridiculous!" I said and turned around so I could see his
face. "I may not remember much, but I do remember that when you kiss
someone, instinct takes over. You just go with the moment and everything
will be okay."
     "That's not what I heard."
     "What did you hear?"
     "You know Susan Mathers?"
     "Sure." I said. She was a girl in our class, always nice to everyone
and always went out of her way to say "hello" to Matt. The mention of her
name brought a twinge of jealousy that had never been there before.
     "Well when she and Tommy first started going out she told people he
kept jamming his tongue down her throat when he kissed her."
     "They started going out in seventh grade. Almost no one knows how to
kiss when they're that young."
     "And then there's Danny Michaelson." Matt put his hands on my
shoulders and turned me around so he could finish washing my back.
     "What about him?" I asked. Danny was the quarterback for the football
team. I was trying hard to concentrate on the conversation and not the
excitement I felt from Matt's hands roaming my back and arms.
     "He's been with a ton of girls and you've heard all the rumors,
right?"
     "No I haven't." I was growing impatient now. If there was something
good, I wanted to know it.
     "Well, he's dated several cheerleaders. I've overheard them talking to
some of my teammates a couple of times and they all say he's a horrible
kisser. What if I'm like that?" There was real fear in Matt's
voice. Another one of his personality quirks is that he doesn't like to do
anything unless he can do it well. He was genuinely afraid that he would be
a bad kisser.
     "Jason, what if I'm not only bad at that, but at the rest as well?"
Matt inquired.
     Modesty and any semi-sexual excitement immediately left my thoughts as
I turned around to face my friend. He was hurting and I had to reassure
him.
     Looking him straight in the eyes again I told him the absolute truth,
"Matt, you're a wonderful guy. You're good-looking. You've got a great
body. You're smart. There isn't anything about you that isn't wonderful.
Any girl would be a fool not to want you and I just know that whoever you
are with you please them in every way, because you are who you are. And if
they don't appreciate that, fuck 'em! They don't deserve you."
     "But, still, what if..." The puppy dog look in his eyes tore my
heart out and impulse just took over. The next thing I know, I leaned
forward and kissed him gently on the lips. There was no tongue, but he
responded back almost immediately, softly moving his lips over mine.
Suddenly, I stopped and grabbed him big head between my open palms and
jerks it back. "See!" I was almost yelling at him now, still not realizing
the magnitude of what I had done; just trying to help out my best
friend. "You are good at it. Your instincts took over and you did just
fine."
     "I... But... You kissed me. It felt good, but how do I know that I
was any good. It was all you."
     "Fine, then you kiss me!" I was getting mad.  Here's this wonderful
guy who doesn't believe in himself when there is absolutely no reason he
should have any doubt.  And then he did it. He leaned in and kissed me. At
first it was relatively tame, like I had kissed him, but then I felt his
mouth open more. On instinct my tongue snaked out and touched his. It
wasn't long before our tongues began moving in and out of each other's
mouths. I had never taken particular notice of how full his lips were
before, but I did when I realized how great they felt against my own. Our
hands began to wander each other's bodies as we continued on.
     At this point, I became aware of two things. One, the water was
getting colder as the hot water ran out. And two, we had unconsciously
pulled each other together in a close embrace. I could feel our soft cocks
beginning to harden against one another. It was now more than just one
friend comforting another.
     I pulled back from him. Staring into his eyes again, I felt a mix of
lust and caring for my friend of so many years.
     "Do you want to keep going?" I asked. Even with the water running I
heard nothing but silence as I waited for Matt's response.
     "Yes." He said. He voice was soft and full of something I had never
heard out of anyone before.
     Not bothering to cut off the water, I guided him out of the shower. We
left the bathroom and made our way down the hall to my room, my right hand
pressed against the small of his back for fear that if I did not lead him
it would all end right here, right now.

     Once in my room, I shut the door and guided Matt to the bed and laid
him down. I crawled up his body, pressing my face against his and began
kissing him again. After I while I could not help but notice that both our
cocks were hard as stone as we unconsciously grinded them into one
another. Slowly, my lips left his mouth and I began kissing around his
neck.  Occasionally I would work my way up the side of his neck to his
earlobe. Like Matt, I was in uncharted territory.  Lust took over and I
went with exactly what I felt. He must have liked it, because soft moans
kept escaping his lips.
     I kissed my way around his chest, savoring each nipple. This was
greeted with a long, low moan each time, Matt's way of telling me I was
still doing a good job. From time to time I would move over move my lips
over his strong arms. He seemed to love it all, occasionally bringing a
hand up to stroke the hair on the back of my head. I was taking it slow. I
wanted to enjoy this. More importantly, I wanted Matt to enjoy this.
     I made my way from his left arm, back to his neck and down his chest
again until I paused for a moment to flick my tongue in his belly button.
Ever so slowly, I kissed my way down to his groin. It was there that I had
my first long look at his engorged cock. It wasn't overly long, but in
keeping with his huge build, it was thick.  The light in the room was still
on and I took notice that his pubic hair was the same dirty blond color as
the hair on his head. He had a light dusting of the same color hair on his
legs and I kissed every one of them before making my way up to his inner
thighs. He kept bucking his hips upward with each kiss. I knew what he
wanted and I was determined to give it to him.
     Gently, I kissed each one of his massive balls and licked up the shaft
of his hard cock. Then I leaned back for a moment to take in the sight.
Matt was stretched out on my bed, looking like a powerful god.  The water
from the shower was glistening over his muscular body. His beautiful face
had a look of innocence to it and his eyes were closed.  I noticed his
breathing was shallow and how flushed with crimson his body was. He was in
ecstasy. For the first time ever I saw how absolutely gorgeous my friend
really is and it fueled my desire.
     Matt opened his eyes. They had a pleading look to them and I know he
wondered if I had changed my mind. I smiled at him, leaned my head back
down, and then moved my lips onto the head of his manhood.  Slowly, I
swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock as I my mouth slid
carefully up and down, going a bit further each time. My inexperience
seemed not to matter to Matt; his moans getting louder each time I sucked
him into my mouth. Each time his hips would raise a little to meet me.
Eventually my lips met with the base of his pubic bone and I began suck his
cock with vigor. It didn't take very long for the moans to build to a
crescendo.
     "Gonna cum." He said in a strained voice.
     This made me only want to please him more and I picked up the pace.
His entire body stiffened and Matt was shooting gush after gush of his
sperm into my mouth. It was a truly wonderful experience. I tried to
swallow it all, chasing what I had missed down his shaft and sucking it
into my mouth.
     When it was over, my friend lay still on the bed.  I knew some of the
droplets covering his body were beads of sweat, mixing with the remnants of
the shower. Slowly I crawled my way back up the length of his body until I
was once again looking at Matt's beautiful face - a face that was wearing
the look of complete satisfaction. He raised his head up as much as he
could and tried to give me a light kiss on the lips. I was a little
hesitant to kiss him, afraid he would freak out when he tasted his come in
my mouth.
     Matt settled the issue when his arms circled around me, bringing my
lips down to meet his. I let his tongue slide slowly into my mouth, giving
him a taste of his own ecstasy.

     We lay there and kissed for quite a while until I could feel his cock
wake up against me. His hand touched my shoulder and he carefully pushed me
off of him onto my back. His huge hand cupped the side of my face, a faint
smile crossed his lips, and then Matt climbed gently on top of me.
     "Matt, you don't have to." I quietly told him.
     "Jason, I want to." He replied.
     As I had done, Matt kissed his was down my chest, stopping to take
extra care of each nipple before blazing a trail down to my crotch. He was
as slow and gentle with me as I was with him. And then, with an unexpected
suddenness, he engulfed my cock.  His mouth moved up and down tenderly, as
if he were savoring every action. Eventually he brought his hand around the
base, moving it up and down in perfect rhythm with his mouth.
     It didn't take long before I felt the pressure building in my balls
and begin to make its way upward. In what seemed like no time at all I was
cumming in my best friend's mouth. I gave no warning. I didn't have much of
one myself. Matt drank it all in and thorough licked up and down the sides
of my fading erection before kissing his way back up my body.
     For the longest time we stared into each other's eyes. Matt was still
on top of me and I kept my arms wrapped tightly around him. From time to
time he would bend his head down to give a little kiss on the lips. His
cock had gone back down and we were both exhausted.
     Matt fell asleep with half of his body covering mine, his face nuzzled
against my neck, his left arm across my chest.  I smiled to myself and
wondered what this would mean for us and our friendship.  Those thoughts
didn't linger long. I was too tired and drifted off to sleep, perfectly
content.


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