Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2007 09:10:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: SAYING GOODBYE TO MEAT

He didn't look like a Malcolm even at the age of 10. So maybe that's why
we nicknamed him. But at that age we used nicknames for each other just
to solidify our friendship.

Ken became CAR because his Dad had a really hot car, Ryan became Ry for
short, I was Sam for no reason that I could think of considering my name
was Cornelius and Malcolm became Meat.

Nobody outside our group was allowed to use the nicknames and when they
did, we'd correct them, be it teachers, girls, guys or even the coaches
that entered out lives.

And even at the age of ten we appreciated certain gifts that nature had
bestowed on us and Malcolm had been given the pendulous cock that we all
appreciated even before sex became a prime importance in our lives. So
Malcolm, to us, was Meat and only we had been able to see close-up his
gift.

Meat was a big guy. As years past we gloried at the sight of his body
hair knowing that ours would soon be appearing. His "meat" when it
hardened could only illicit curses of appreciation from all of us despite
the fact we really didn't know why.

As our puberty and the knowledge that came with it became important in
our lives, Meat's meat gained importance too. During sleepovers our
informal relationship became even more informal. We were allowed to
measure, compare and even hold the "meat" comparing it to our own.

Malcolm was generous complimenting us for our own individual penis short
of hard and in some cases our other body parts. My butt became the cause
of him to call me Bubbles upon occasion. The guys would laugh and I'd
frown but as time passed I not only got used to his occasional use of
that nickname for me, but I liked it.

As I stood naked in my bedroom masturbating and examining my body I could
see why the guys used it. My butt was indeed two bubbles of flesh.

During those sleepovers in the anonymity of darkness, we crossed the line
now and then feeling, jacking and in my case tasting each other's body
parts.

I remember one night sneaking over to where Meat's sleeping bag was and
found another silhouetted friend already there doing what I had finally
dared to do. I started to leave but Meat's hand urged me to stay there
and share. When he came on both of our faces we giggled.  But that
experience was enough to give me further courage to do it again
stretching my mouth to put the "meat" deep into my mouth.

We joked about queers, we yelled "fuck you" when we were joking or angry
and we added a "suck this" comment when the situation demanded. But we'd
never admit to anyone that in the darkness our hands and mouths dared do
what we did. After all it was fag stuff we knew.

In the daylight we evaluated the girl's breasts and asses like all viral
bragging immature guys around us.

"I dunno, Sheryll's got a nice butt, but Sam's butt is a better bubble"
Meat would say and the guys would laugh.

One of the final sleepovers, I felt someone touching my bubble butt in
the darkness. I lay there and let them pet, pat and finger it to my
surprise enjoying the anonymous finger that probed and entered my butt
hole. My cock, already hard, leaked at the sensation.

So I began to finger myself when masturbating and liked it. And one very
late night jacked as one of the guys fingered me, he moved my hand and
began to jack me himself while fingering me and it opened a new world of
pleasure for me.

As time proceeded I realized I was going to be gay, or was gay all along,
at that time I wasn't sure how things like that worked.

And the day I admitted it out loud it was to Malcolm. We were in his
bedroom, bitching about parents and college classes. He was ready to quit
"it's just not my thing" he said.

I eyed his shirtless body and the mound that was barely hidden in his gym
shorts. "I uh have to tell you something" and I did.

"Have you told the guys?" He asked quite calmly.

"Not yet" meaning I knew I wanted to or perhaps had to.

"It's cool you know" he said as he adjusted his crotch. "You always gave
good bjs" he added quite naturally.

I tried not to register surprise that he knew I sucked his cock over the
years during our sleepovers. "Thanks" I said.

He smiled. "Wish I had gotten into  that butt of yours but that would
have been too much noise" he said as he stood.

I watched him remove his shorts letting that monster cock of his free
from its cloth enclosure. It seemed to be growing.

"What about now?" I asked

He had already gone to the end table and retrieved a jar of some white
stuff I presumed he used for masturbation.

I pulled my tank top and shorts off revealing my own excitement.

"Nice boner" he commented as I moved from the floor to his bed. "Nice
ass" he added patting it as I moved by him.

That summer we began our fuck buddy affair. His cock hurt like hell but I
took it each time. And each time after it stretched muscles and flesh it
turned me into the bottom I had wished I had been over the years.

Some of the guys were still around and we hung out as usual although at
coffee shops instead of basements and bedrooms. We still talked about
girls, teachers in our past, the colleges or work we were involved in
now. We talked about Teddy aka Bear's early marriage and about me being
gay.

I had told them all and nobody cursed me. There was a matter of fact
about it that I realized had always been the seal of our friendship over
the years. I had sucked more then one of their cocks and I knew some of
them had too. Hands and fingers had explored me and others, so nobody was
being judgmental of me admitting I was indeed gay, quite gay.

Meat and I didn't talk about our sexual relationship that summer. I
didn't think anyone knew.

As I came back from his bathroom one early morning and straddled him to
let his monster return to its favorite sleeve of my butt, he smiled. He'd
be leaving later that day for however long his time in the Army required.

I tried not to think of his absence. He told me he had decided to do that
instead of returning to college. It hurt but I had to accept it.

I closed my eyes as his fingers moved over me; working my nipples
something he had learned turned me into an insatiable animal. And once
again, my body responded squeezing his cock as I raised and lowered my
butt. It slid against the sides.

His hands moved to my cock and balls. He loved to play with them when I
rode him like this. Perhaps that's why I wanted our last fuck to be
exactly like this.

It was always a fight to hold back from erupting when we did this. But I
clenched and he'd groan knowing I wanted it to last. I'd watch his face
as he winced and grimaced during the sex. I knew he was holding back as
well. We wanted this to last and that time it did.

It hurt. Not the actual fucking, that point had past by. But the effort
to keep going to hold on to our physical interaction which I realized had
really not started that summer but years ago when we didn't realize it.

I felt the perspiration drip then pour from my armpits, the thick head of
hair and from my pours elsewhere.  I was gasping for breath but my body
was moving automatically.

I wiped the sweat from his chest and put it in my mouth. He smiled when I
did that.

Perhaps he remembered years ago the day I publicly did something sexual.
I didn't think it was sexual at the time. But we were arguing about some
baseball error I made or he made, I didn't quite remember. "Lick me" he
yelled to terminate our argument and lifted his arm revealing his sweat
soaked hairy armpit. I was already close as we had been arguing. The guys
around us kept telling us to cool it so the game would continue.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his armpit. Meat didn't push me away or
close his arm. The guys laughed and yelled "fag" and stuff and it seemed
like I was there for minutes instead of a split second licking him.

I bent over that day careful not to loose his cock, although thanks to
its length I couldn't have. And he lifted his arm so I could lick it
again. We had both been remembering that day years ago. It wasn't the
first time our minds shared the message without words.

I fucked and fucked myself and him that day. I saw the open door and the
face that watched us. He didn't yell, interrupt or leave. I closed my
eyes and continued to fuck until I couldn't stop my body from demanding
sperm from Meat and from my own prostate.

And I lay on top of him, Meat's cock slowly softening and slipping
further down until it fell out of me. I felt his hands move over my wet
back and buttocks. He squeezed them and patted them.

"Breakfast" the voice announced from downstairs. The face had left the
open door I knew.

We showered talking about the guys. Meat told me to say good bye to them.
He didn't have the time to do it himself. I suspected he couldn't' do it
for other reasons.

"You boys aren't kids anymore" Meat's father said as he made pancakes and
piled them on plates. He quoted the biblical verse about putting away
childish things. "So it's time to put all that stuff" he pointed to the
ceiling with his spatula, "uh away".

Meat didn't reply. He blushed but didn't' say a word. I followed his
lead.

"You two got to say good bye in a couple of hours. I'm going out. So say
your good bye while I'm gone" he smiled Meat's Dad was a nice guy. He was
huge like Meat, hairy like I suspected Meat would become in time.

And he always seemed supportive when the guys were around even giving us
our first beers when we were out of high school at a barbeque.

In fact it was that barbeque that our entire group kind of changed. A few
went this way or that. In fact that's when Teddy announced he was getting
married. Things changed.

The few of us that stayed there that night kind of did out last childish
behavior in the dark. Hands, fingers and mouths did what they had before
but for many the last time in their lives...at least with their childhood
friends.

And missing that is perhaps why I had my talk with Meat nearly a year
later and my coming out to the remaining friends soon thereafter.

Meat's Dad patted me on the shoulder. I wondered if he had seen Meat get
fucked instead of me if he would be that friendly.

In fact Meat had me fuck him on occasion. "I just want to feel what its
like" he had said. My cock performed as desired though it wasn't as fun
for me. But whenever Meat told me to do it, I did.

He took it face down the first time and smiled all day long saying he
still felt me inside. I had told him the same thing after he fucked me
but until then he may not have understood or valued my words.

On his side I fucked and jacked him at the same time. I had seen guys do
this in a magazine I stolen from the sex shop downtown. And I tried to
fuck him as he liked to fuck me, his legs on my shoulders but I didn't do
that too well I admit.

His father grabbed his car keys and looked at his watch.

"You two have two hours left, get it out of your system" he said still
smiling. Meat was bright red. I smiled back "thanks Sir" I said.

I stood and stripped naked.

"What are you doing?" Meat said looking out the door. His father hadn't
left the driveway yet.

"Washing the dishes" I said. Meat laughed and we stood side by side at
the sink washing the pots and plates from breakfast.

Meat flipped the wet towel against my bare butt again and again and I
took it.

"God you like that don't you?" He said.

I just smiled. Our two hours was getting shorter.

I ran from him and he chased me until he tackled me and rammed his cock
into me with my legs on his bare thick shoulders. I stared up at him,
trying to stay cheerful and not cry. He panted and fucked and too soon
pulled his cock from me letting it spit its white load all over me.

Then he licked it all up. That was the first time he had ever done that.
His tongue lapped his sperm from my belly, chest, face and back to my
crotch. He wouldn't stop and my body couldn't hold back.

I begged "stop stop" not necessarily to him but to my own body. I didn't
want it to end. But my body spurt down his throat and he swallowed every
drop.

"Something to remember you by" he smiled, my cum making his lips shine.

"Come on" I said standing and pulling him after me. I wasn't finished,
and hoped he wasn't either.

I pushed him on the floor of his bedroom and devoured his meat hoping and
praying my mouth would harden him for what I knew would be one last fuck.

"God I always liked your tongue" he gasped. It was like the first night I
crawled to his sleeping bag and tried not to make noise as I found his
cock and sucked it gagging on the volumes of cum he shot into my throat.

"Somebody couldn't sleep last night" one of the guys said in the morning.
I blushed and didn't say anything.

"Dunno I slept real good" Meat said smiling.

"And I know why" Teddy replied. The guys laughed. I knew I wasn't the
first one that had tasted a buddies' cock in the group. So I just smiled
punctuating my guilt caused blush.

His cock hardened and I spit on it quickly shoving it back where it
belonged and fucked like a ravenous animal.

Meat seemed startled but didn't push me away.

I was on the playground wrestling him as we had years ago; I was on top
holding his arms down, my shorts rubbing against his. "You fighting or
fucking?" he laughed at me then.

"Fucking" I replied to him now and bent over to push his arms back as
they had been that day. The guys were surprised I had been able to
wrestle him to the ground then, they'd be more surprised to see me on top
of him now with his cock pistoning my ass.

We lay on the floor catching our breath wishing we could just keep
fucking. But we knew that our bodies and the clock wouldn't let that
happen.

"Four times" Meat said one morning after I finished swallowing his
morning load.

"Not counting that" he added.

We had played games seeing how many times I could take it, seeing how
many loads he could manufacture, how many blowjobs I could give him, how
many times he could jack me, how many positions we could try fucking and
other things like that. We were determined to use that summer to make up
for the many times we wished we had fucked before then.

"God I'm gonna miss you" I said rolling to my side and gently pulling on
one if his nipples.

"You mean my cock" He said staring at the ceiling.

I moved to my hands and knees over him. My dripping cock dangled over
his. Moister either from perspiration or latent sperm dropped on him.

"No you" I said and lowered my lips to his. We kissed and his arms pulled
my naked body against his.

He didn't pat my butt he liked so much. I didn't reach under and hold his
cock I liked equally as much.

We kissed and held each other.

"Guys, time" the voice yelled. His father didn't come upstairs. Perhaps
the sight of our discarded clothing in the kitchen and living room told
him he shouldn't. But then again, he had already known.

Was it what he saw earlier standing at the door or did he know all summer
long? It didn't matter but I wondered.

"Shower" Meat said and as if magic we were soaping each other in the
shower. I let him jack me and I jacked him, not because we expected
erections and orgasms but just because we wanted to touch each other
again.

I hugged Malcolm and kissed him on the mouth in front of his father
before I left the house.

As I walked home, his car passed by and he waved. I wondered if he would
write as he promised or even email.  And I wondered if I wanted to.

"You have visitors" my mom said as I entered the house. I went down
stairs to my basement bedroom and found Teddy, Ry and Ken waiting.

And I was buried in their hugs letting my tears say what they knew
already.