Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 11:34:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tryout

"You ever wonder what it would be like?" Andrews said while he held his
breath. Mike was inhaling so he couldn't answer immediately. But he too
wondered.

"Yea sometimes, you know when it's night and I'm jackin" he finally
replied.

"Shit" Andrews said. Mike knew he was remembering his own self induced
gratification of times passed.

"It's gay" Mike said sighing.

"Maybe" Andrews said again inhaling deeply.

"But fuck we could try it sometime, you know just so we know stuff" Mike
said as he adjusted where he sat. His hardening cock had begun to tent his
shorts.

"Maybe" Andrews said as he exhaled.

The room was full of the aroma of their smoke, sweat from the previous
workout and ongoing musky odor.

They were still shirtless. Their sweaty torsos had dried by then. Andrews
moved his leg next to Mike's. Mike didn't move away.

"Fuck I guess we should" Andrews said as he stood. "Well..." he waited

Mike stood and looked at his neighbor, friend of years and more.

"I guess we should do it while we're stoned" Mike suggested.

"Yea that way we can say it was the smoke" Andrews was smiling. His blue
eyes glistened and his chest was raising and falling quickly to match his
deep breaths.

"Fuck me" Mike said then laughed "I meant...well, I..." he felt the blush
on his face.

Andrews moved forward and put his hands on Mike's bare shoulders. Their
eyes were staring at each other. Their bodies seemed like magnets drawing
the other closer.

The heat that radiated their bodies met then meshed as their skin touched.
Chest against chest, stomachs pressing stomachs and crotches touching then
pressing as they relaxed in each other's arms.

"You ok?" Mike asked.

"Shhhhh" Andrews said. He had pulled his head back so their eyes could meet
again, then moved forward.

Their lips touched and pressed as if not knowing what to do next.

"It's ok man" Andrews said, his whisper level voice disappearing into
Mike's open mouth. His tongue followed and then his lips moved against
Mikes, open to allow his tongue to enter.

Their eyes closed. Neither knew why, it just seemed to help. Their arms
adjusted holding each other's torso's tighter. They felt each other's
teeth, tongues, roofs of their mouths. Their lips rubbed and their tongues
stroked each other.

Both moved their arms and chests so they rubbed against each other as if to
feel each other's skin, nipples and sweat.

"yea" Mike sighed as they parted. They had not planned it. There was no
sign or word. They both backed away just enough a distance to bend and lift
their legs as they removed their shorts.

Their cocks were rock hard. Neither wanted to answer the question why they
were hard, how they stimulated each other or if they were attracted.

Quivering hands touched the fleshy stalks, other hands cupped the testicles
offered the other. There weren't any secrets anymore as they enjoyed the
touch and the touching.

"Shit" Andrews sighed as he moved close again. Their arms and hands
enveloped the heretofore privacies while their lips and tongues met again
to unabashedly lick, suck, rub and savor. They weren't hesitating now. They
had let their bodies ignore inhibitions, rationales and fears.

Their hands slid from cocks to buttocks. Neither knew what to do next.
There was only the mental recording of each other's bodies. Their fingers
absorbed shapes, contours, freckles, bumps, body hair, sweat and skin.

Each knew their relationship would never be the same. They had invaded and
welcomed the invasion.

Their bodies moved to the floor where lips moved over each other. There was
no strategy, no hunger, no reason. It just was what they wanted to do.
Their kissing lips had never met before not even in jest. And now their
kissing lips moved over shoulders, sides, arms, bellies, thighs, ball sacs,
erections and back up to the pink circle.

"Yea" Mike engouranged the lips and tongue that was attacking his nipples.
They were always triggers to his labido even though his own fingers
tickled, rubbed and pinched them. Now it was different. There was pain and
pleasure. Mike arched his back in esctasy.

Andrews didn't stop. He thrilled to see the control of another body he had
by inflicting the nipple abuse. He wanted the same. He used a hand to pull
Mike's fingers to his own nipple and was glad they did.

Their treatment became hard, painful, then light touches elicited gigles
and sighs.

Mike's hand moved to Andrew's smooth round buttocks, letting his fingers
moved between to touch a yet forbidden private zone. He felt the puckered
flesh and was surprised by Andrews moving his buttocks back against his
fingers.

He licked them and returned them to the waiting orafice which did not
overly resist their entrance. He wondered if his partner had fingered
himself when masturbating as he had many times.

"Oh yea" Andrews rewarded the fingers with his reaction.

Mike pressed deeper inside as Andrews kept pushing his butt back against
them.

"God you're hot" Mike said.

Andrews didn't answer but used his teeth to nibble the erect pointed flesh
which make Mike yelp but not pull away.

Their bodies were slick by sweat again. Their minds while foggy from their
smoke knew what they were doing. There wasn't anyone to judge them. There
weren't any deadlines. And they had both shed the protective layers of
images to be only what their bodies needed and wanted.

"Wanna fuck you" Andrews said

Mike bent forward moving his chest past Andrews mouth to locate his cock.
His lips which had touched only one boys penis before when very young,
enveloped the cock that proposed to enter his ass.

He felt it's girth with his lips and length with his throat. The slight hip
thrusts into his mouth pulled away from the fingers inside, then moved back
on the fingers withdrawing from the worshipping warm mouth.

Mike knew he wanted the fucking. He wanted to fuck too. He wanted to try
everything.

He moved to his knees and felt Andrews hands grip his hips. The cock
covered with his own salava pressed into him. Mike wanted to yell out but
feared his friend would stop. He breathed deep to let the foreign object in
further.

"Breath" Andrews advised. His grip was tight and his cock felt way larger
then it had felt in his mouth.

Mike forced himself to breath in and out though deeper and louder then
usual. He cock moved around and then in and out. He was being fucked. It
excited and hurt him at the same tinme.

He found himself pressing back onto the cock whenever it had nerely
comletely left him. He wanted that cock.

As if knowing Mike wanted it more, harder and faster. Andrews body seemed
to being to move in synch and was soon executing a fast paced pistoning of
the boys hungry ass.

Mike's head was full of images. There ws Andrews lifting weights, sleeping
on top of his sleeping bag when they went camping, streaking naked through
a summer softball game with Samules from their neighborhood.

"Fuck me" Andrews said suddenly and after a brief shuffling they swapped
positions almost. Andrews lay on his back and curled his legs high. Mike
was soon looking down at his naked sweaty friend as he supported the legs
held high.

His sweat didn't drip, it literally poured down onto Andrews face and chest
as his cock stabbed inside the upturned buttocks that had had his fingers
deep inside moments ago. He fucked hard, then slowly withdrew shivering at
the sensations his mushroom head gave him rubbing against Andrew's
intestines.

Andrews ran from the room when Mike withdrew to stop his orgasm. He
returned with a washrag and knelt to wash Mike's erect dick. He wiped his
own then began to suck Mike's cock laying down.

Mike didn't need instruction. Their bodies seem to communicate with
unspoken words as he lay down in the opposite direction, his mouth
enveloping Andrews cock at the same time.

They licked, sucked, explored with tongues as their hands pet, smacked and
grabbed each other's buttocks. Their fingers dove inside each other finding
each other prostates needing massage.

Their throats swallowed the streams that escaped down their throats as
their fingers urged the glands to pump.

"Fuck" Andrews lay back, panting feeling the results of his orgasm. Mike
giggled then lay his head on Andrews stomach. "Yea" he added.

They lay there letting their bodies recover. Their minds fought recovering
too. They were not ready to make it memories yet.

Andrews stroked Mike's hair. Mike pet his skin.

"Let's shower" Mike said. They soaped, rinsed, fondled, kissed, laughed and
dried each other till the promise of sleep urged them to share the bed.

They didn't talk about it, their bodies moved close and arms enveloped as
they welcomed the intimacy of their sleep.

"If you wake up, let me know" Andrews said.

Mike would. His lips would find his friend in the darkness and let their
bodies and souls talk again.

They would try again.

And like it.