Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2013 08:05:23 -0400
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: The Ungay Deception

THE UNGAY DECEPTION


Danny Higgins was a happy twelve-year-old boy.  An only child,
he lived with his parents in a small apartment in a run-down
section of Brooklyn.  The neighborhood was unsafe, especially at
night and young Danny was recurrently warned about playing
outdoors "with the gangs and rough kids."  He accepted the
restriction because his doting parents filled his home life with
ample joy by keeping him entertained.  It did, however, impede
the development of his social skills.  Overly cautious even in the
structured school environment, he did not make friends easily.

The family had very little money but an abundance of love for one
another.  They also maintained a firm belief that through ambition
and hard work their situation would improve.  They infused young
Danny with those values and a sustaining hope in the future.

Danny's father worked as a janitor.  It was menial labor and paid
very little but he was proud that he could provide for his family—
not with a spacious house or with many things others considered
necessities—but at least the basic essentials.  He was
determined that Danny would not have to live on the brink of
poverty as an adult so he constantly encouraged his son to work
hard in school because that would lead to a better life.  The
prospect of college, however, was never mentioned because the
man knew he would never be able to afford it.

 Danny's mother labored at home—cleaning, cooking, and taking
care of her son.  She also earned occasional money sewing,
mending others' clothes, and baby sitting whenever another
parent needed temporary child care.  She didn't earn much but it
was occasionally enough to avoid going hungry.

Danny was aware that his family was poor.  His clothes—and his
parents' for that matter—came from a second-hand store.  Meals
were meager but healthy. Danny thought they were appetizing ...
perhaps because he had never known the taste of expensive food
or ever eaten in a restaurant.  That cost too much.  When he was
very young he was puzzled that he had seen the few toys from
Santa that he had previously seen in the second-hand store.  The
inescapable conclusion was that Santa was a myth.  But that was
all right.  It only proved that his parents sacrificed something in
order to make him happy.  He had no doubt that his parents loved
him.  And that he loved them.  What more could he want?

His life changed quickly and irrevocably one tragic Tuesday.  His
father was walking home from work as he had done for weeks
because he couldn't afford subway fare AND to buy his son a
special birthday present.  Halfway home, he collapsed and died
from a heart attack.

After a week of tears and agony, Danny's mother made a
necessary but distasteful decision.  She would get a full time job.
The paycheck would cover bills but she would have to leave her
son alone in the apartment from the time school let out until she
got home.  Danny was forced to grow up fast.  He was
determined to do what he could to ease his mother's worrying by
being as independent as possible and by taking care of many
household chores that his mother had previously done.

The first year after his father's death was the hardest.  Danny
missed the camaraderie with his father.  He was pained to see his
mother come home from work exhausted and have to prepare
dinner.  As time went by, however, his grief diminished and he
became accustomed to his life.  It wasn't as joyful as before but
he learned to tolerate it.


Passing through puberty presented problems for young Danny.
He knew that he would grow pubic hair because he had seen his
father once in the bathtub.  He also assumed, based on that
single experience, that his penis would grow longer and fuller.  He
was not prepared, however, for the extraordinarily pleasant
sensations as he fondled his penis to erection.  Nor was he
prepared for the surprise of an erotic thrill when his fondling
resulted in an orgasm.  He wished his father was still around so
he could ask questions about the many mysterious things that
were happening in his body.  His father always had time to
answer his questions.  That's one reason he loved him so much
and why he missed him.  Something told him, however, that it
wouldn't be proper to ask his mother and certainly not any of the
boys at school since he and they rarely talked to each other.
Instead, he continued his solitary explorations.  Masturbation
(although that word was not in his vocabulary) became a regular
experience.

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When Danny entered high school he was more than adequately
prepared for the course work and far ahead of his peers
academically thanks to his parents' encouragement of doing one's
best in school.  He was not prepared, however, for two situations.
The first was phys ed or, more specifically, showering with a
group of naked boys.  It was the first time he had seen a naked
male body (except for the one instance of seeing his father in the
bathtub) and his innate curiosity caused him to examine his class
mates' genitalia.  The second surprise for which he was
unprepared was the derisive scorn from the other boys.  He didn't
understand their epithets: queer, fag, homo—words he didn't
understand but the venom with which they were said was
abundantly clear.  He quickly realized that being caught looking
too long invited unrestrained hostility.  His habit of researching
things he didn't understand led him to the library where he
learned the meaning of the strange insults.  That, in turn, led him
to an explanation of homosexuality and that it was frequently
abhorred by most religions and by society.  His library research
didn't reveal the sexual practices of homosexuals but it did
convince him that he must avoid being a homosexual or even
showing inadvertent interest in other boys.   Once again, he
wished he could talk to his father who had always been willing to
listen and give advice.


As a senior in high school, his life would take another significant
turn.  He had become friends with Mark.  Both were good
students academically but neither was socially gifted and
therefore excluded from the cliques of popular classmates.  Each,
therefore, was pleased to have a friend with similar interests and
personality.  By the end of their junior year, they were together as
often as possible.  They ate lunch together, they ignored the
taunts of a few snobbish students who thought them to be weird,
and they often got together after school to do their homework.

With final exam week rapidly approaching, Mark suggested, "I
was wondering, Danny, if you'd like to come over to my place on
Friday night so we can cram for the exams together.  You can
have dinner with Mom and me.  My brother is taking his girlfriend
out to dinner and a movie so you'll sorta take his place at the
table.  Then we can spend the whole evening studying."

"That's a good idea," Danny replied.  "Are you sure your mother
won't mind?"

"Not at all.  I've already cleared it with her.  She's never said so
but I think she's glad that I have a friend.  She's always on my
case about not going to parties or going out on dates."

"Yeah," Danny replied.  "My Mom's the same way.  I'll let her
know I won't be home for dinner that night.  I'm sure she'll agree."

Danny's enthusiasm over accepting the invitation emboldened
Mark to elaborate on the plan.  "It might take a long time to review
all the material.  It'll probably be late when we finish.  Maybe
midnight or later and too dark to walk home.  Why don't you
spend the night?  You can sleep in my bed.  I'll use my brother's
sleeping bag on the floor."

"That's not right," Danny objected.  "You shouldn't have to give up
your bed."

"No problem, pal.  With an air mattress I'll be just fine.  Cozy as a
bug in a rug."

"If you're sure," Danny said.  He was reluctant to make his friend
sleep on the floor but excited about his first sleepover."

"I couldn't be more sure!" Mark gushed.  "Bring your PJs and
toothbrush.  OH!  And your school books and notes."  Danny was
ashamed that he didn't own any pajamas but didn't say anything.

Danny's enthusiasm increased for two days as he eagerly
anticipated the adventure of spending his first night away from
home.    Mark was equally excited but for another reason.  He had
a crush on his friend and allowed himself to hope that they would
do more than study and sleep.

It was well past midnight when the two boys finished reviewing all
the material that would likely be on the exams.  Mark's parents
had long since gone to bed.  His brother had come home from his
date and also gone to bed.

"I think we're as ready as we'll ever be," Mark said.  "Shall we get
some sleep?"

"Okay," Danny replied.  He hesitantly added, "But you said bring
my PJs.  I don't have any.  I usually sleep in my underwear.  I
hope that's all right."

"That's fine!" Mark replied, encouraged by the improved
probability of success with his hidden agenda.  "Can I let you in
on a little secret?  I don't even wear my underwear.  Have you
ever done that?"

"No," Danny replied, somewhat surprised by Mark's unusual
admission and question.

"You oughta give it a try sometime.  Maybe you'd like it."

"Maybe I will," Danny said unconvincingly, paused, and added,
"Sometime when I'm at home."

That was not the direction Mark wanted the conversation to take.
"Or tonight," he suggested.  "It's just you and me.  If you want to
try it, tonight's as good as any other night."  Then, to persuade his
friend more, he said, "Besides, I'll feel more comfortable if I'm not
the only one sleeping with nothing on."

As a guest in Mark's home, he didn't want to make his host
uncomfortable.  "Okay.  I'll try it."

Mark was careful to conceal his feeling of success in progressing
toward his goal.  He laid the air mattress on the floor and the
sleeping bag on top.  He began to blow up the mattress, knowing
that it wouldn't inflate.  "Shit!" he exclaimed.  "There's a tear in the
mattress.  It won't hold air."

He sat cross-legged on the floor, pretending to be upset but
waiting for Danny to say something—hopefully a suggestion to
share the bed.

After what seemed to Mark to be a very long silence, he heard
Danny say, "You take the bed.  I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

It was not what Mark wanted to hear.  He declined the offer and
tried another tactic.  "Let me think."  He paused to refine his
scheme.  "I've got an idea.  We can both be comfortable.  It'll be a
little crowded but there's just enough room for both of us in the
bed.  That is, if you don't mind."

Again, Danny agreed to his friend's suggestion.  After all, it was
only a small sacrifice of comfort so that his host could also be
reasonably comfortable.  He did not consider it inappropriate to
share a bed with another guy.  Sleeping with a good friend for one
night was, in his mind, quite acceptable.

Mark felt a small tingle in his crotch as he anticipated lying
alongside Danny.  In the nude!  He deliberately distracted his
thoughts because he certainly didn't want to sprout a boner too
soon.  That might scare his prey.

The teens started to remove their clothes.  Danny was nervous.
He was accustomed to undressing in the locker room after gym
class but this was different.  He was alone with Mark.  They would
be in the same bed.  All night.  Naked.  Memories of what he had
read about homosexuality intruded into his mind.  Memories of
other boys spitting out malicious insults toward anyone even
suspected of being queer gave rise to an uneasy anxiety.  He
would have to be very careful not to look too long.  Even worse
would be any touch that could be misinterpreted.  He didn't want
to lose his best friend ... his only friend.  He turned away from
Mark as he removed his pants and jockey shorts.

Whereas Danny was nervous, Mark was excited.  He had
admired his friend's personality, character—and body—for a long
time but, since they didn't have gym class together, he had never
seen what lay under his shirt and trousers.  The mystery was
about to be revealed.  When Danny lowered his shorts it revealed
what, to Mark's lustful mind, were perfectly proportioned ass
cheeks  He was eager to see what his friend carried between his
legs.  But he got only the briefest glimpse because Danny moved
quickly to the bed and covered himself.  The quick look was
enough to determine that his bedmate had an impressive, uncut
cock, low-handing balls, and a thick pubic bush.

Mark had planned on undressing in a way to show off his own
masculine endowment and, in the process, try to assess Danny's
interest.  But his slowly engorging cock changed his plans.  The
possibly long process of seducing his prey would be ruined if an
erection made his arousal obvious.  He moved quickly to crawl
into bed alongside Danny.

Mark lay on his back.  Danny was on his side facing the wall.
Only a few inches separated them.  Each could feel the heat of
the other's body.  But it affected them quite differently.  Danny
was reminding himself to avoid ANY bodily contact.  Even an
innocent and inadvertent touch could arouse suspicion and trigger
Mark's disgust.  It could demolish a friendship.  Mark, meanwhile,
was refining his plan to interest his friend in unquestionably
deliberate bodily contact.

Mark carefully thought through how best to entice Danny into
agreeing to share their bodies.  His plan included several escape
hatches in which he could retreat if Danny showed any signs of
disgust with a suggestion.  But as he lay next to his intended
target, he worried about the risks.  He resolved to go slowly even
if it might require multiple nights together to achieve his goal.  He
would have to restrain his lust and proceed cautiously.

"I'm glad you came over to study, Danny.  And to spend the night.
I enjoy being with you."

"Thanks for the invitation," Danny said without turning to face his
bed partner.  "I've enjoyed it."

"I hope you don't mind being crowded.  Two of us in one bed, I
mean."

"Not at all.  It's better than your sleeping on a hard floor."

"That it is," Mark said. After a carefully timed pause, he continued,
"There's only one small problem."

"What's that?"

"Never mind," Mark replied, deliberately being coy.  "It's nothing to
worry about."

Danny's curiosity was roused.  He wanted clarification of his
friend's problem.  "Are you not comfortable in half a bed?  I can
use the sleeping bag."

"It's not that.  I'm quite comfortable.  It's just that..."

"It's just what, Mark?"

"Well...  Since we're good friends, I guess I can tell you.  I usually
jerk off before going to sleep.  I can't do that with you here, can
I?"

Danny often did the same thing but was stunned by his friend's
candor.  After a moment's thought, he said, "Of course you can.  I
won't mind."

Mark took the next step in his plan.  "Do you jerk off at night?"

Danny was very hesitant to answer honestly but Mark had
entrusted him with a very private secret and it seemed to deserve
a reciprocal admission.  "Sometimes.  Well ... most times.  So go
ahead if you want to.  I won't mind."

Things were going well for Mark and he proceeded to the next
level of his plan.  "Why don't you join me?  I'd feel silly doing it by
myself."

"Geez, Mark.  I don't know.  It seems kinda ... well ... gay.  To do it
with somebody, I mean."

Mark chuckled.  "It's not gay.  All guys masturbate.  They usually
do it in private but there's nothing wrong with doing it with a friend.
Come on, buddy.  I'm getting hard already and I can't relieve
myself unless you join me."

"Well ... all right," Danny replied.  He was still unsure but he
agreed partly as a favor to his best friend and partly because his
own cock had begun to stiffen.

Mark was elated by Danny's consent.  It was a necessary if
preliminary step toward what he sought.  "Good!" he exclaimed.
He pushed down the sheet and blanket, exposing both of their
naked bodies from the knees upward.  He was disappointed that
Danny remained lying on his side showing only his back and ass.
"Roll over on your back, Danny.  It wouldn't be good if you shot
your cum on my sheet."

Danny grew nervous over exposing his stiffening cock to view.
But the logic of Mark's reasoning was compelling so he complied.

"Nice!" Mark said as he stared guiltlessly at his bedmate's
growing cock.  "You can be proud of what you've got down there."
Danny said nothing nor, out of carefully practiced habit, did he
look at Mark's stiff cock.  To direct Danny's attention to it, he said,
"I think your dick is bigger than mine.  What do you think?"

Danny glanced down at Mark's now fully erect cock but diverted
his eyes quickly and mumbled, "Hard to say."

They lay wordlessly, each stroking his own cock at a leisurely
pace.  Mark was going slowly because he didn't want to cum.  He
had a larger goal—if he could manage to attain it.  Danny, on the
other hand, was anxious about what was happening.  He tried to
calm his nerves by reminding himself that he was merely going
along with his friend's suggestions.  He hadn't initiated anything.
In his steadily increasing arousal, he easily accepted Mark's
argument that what they were doing was not gay.

Eventually, Mark's lust drove him to break the silence.  "This is
great.  Jerking off with somebody feels a lot better than doing it
alone.  What do you think, Danny?"

"It's okay, I guess."

"Okay?  Is that the best you can say about it?

Danny hesitated as he worked up the courage to say what he was
thinking.  "It's just that....  I'm embarrassed.  Don't get me wrong.
It's like we're doing something we shouldn't.  It's sorta like we're
two gays.  But we're not gay, are we?"

Mark was prepared for that sort of resistance.  "No.  We're not
gay.  We're just doing together what every guy does in private.
That doesn't make us gay.  Let's just enjoy it."

Several moments later, Danny asked, "Do you think other guys do
what we're doing?  Straight guys, I mean."

"I'm sure of it.  Matter of fact, let me tell you something I've never
told anybody else.  My brother and I did it quite a lot.  Before he
met his girlfriend."  That was a lie but Mark had concocted the
story just in case Danny needed an additional bit of reassurance
before agreeing to far more active sex.  "He's as straight as they
come.  What we did together was just ... well ... call it recreational
sex play.  It was enjoyable and it didn't turn him—or me—into a
homosexual."  Mark felt he was on a roll.  Danny did not seem to
be shocked at the revelation.  So he charged ahead.  "Yeah, we
jerked off together a lot—until he met his girlfriend.  And we did
more than that."

"More?" Danny gasped incredulously.

Mark grinned inwardly.  "Oops.  I didn't mean to say that."  (But, of
course, he did.)  "You're my best friend and I trust you to keep a
secret so I'll tell you.  It started out just jerking off together.  I was
thirteen at the time and he was sixteen.  Before long, we were
jerking each other off.  Believe me, that's much better than doing
it to yourself.  Before long ... I hope this doesn't shock you ... we
were giving each other blow jobs."

"What's a blow job?" Danny asked, compelled to find out more
about what gay guys did.

"You don't know?" Mark asked incredulously.  "It's oral sex.  You
suck on a guy's dick for a while.  Let me tell you, it's a great
feeling to have a warm, wet mouth stimulating your dick.  Much
better than a fist.  There's nothing like it.  And when you cum, you
can feel it throughout your body.  Just imagine, Danny, the
sensations in your dick amplified a hundred times."

It took a while for Danny to process what he had heard.  He had
to know more.  "You don't mean you shot semen into your
brother's mouth.  Surely he would let go of your penis before
orgasm."

Mark had to quickly revise the script he had invented and ad lib.
"At first we did.  But a couple of times our timing was off and we
squirted into each other's mouth.  You may think that's disgusting.
I did, too, at first.  But the orgasm is far more intense when you let
go into a wet mouth.  And whoever is on the receiving end gets
what my brother called a blast of protein.  The first couple of times
it tasted funny.  But you get used to it.  And you look forward to it
because it's a good feeling to know that you've done a big favor to
your partner—maximized his enjoyment."

"I don't think I could ever do that.  Taking somebody's penis into
my mouth?  And swallowing his semen?  It's definitely gay."

Danny had hesitated up to this point but this was the first firm
resistance Mark had encountered.  He made a quick decision.  He
would lower the bar and hope that his friend would be more willing
to experiment.  "I understand, Danny.  `Cause I felt the same way.
So let me show you what I mean when I say having somebody
suck your dick will give you the best orgasm of your life.  And I
assure you, it doesn't mean you're gay.  And it won't turn you into
a gay.  All it is is two friends getting a bit of pleasure.  Are you
willing to let me give you a blow job?"

Danny thought for a few moments.  Mark was his best friend and
could be trusted.  If he said the sensation was so wonderful, it
must be true.  If he said it wasn't really gay and only a pleasure of
the moment, it must be true.  It's not at all likely that he would lie.
But most of what Mark said was pure fabrication.  He had never
had sex with his brother.  He had never had sex with anyone.  So
the claims about the sensations while getting a blow job was
imagination and were offered only to deceive and seduce.  And it
was effective.  Danny felt he had to get one thing clear.  "If you
suck my penis, do I have to suck yours?"

"Not if you don't want to.  Believe me.  I just want to make you feel
good.  And prove to you that it will be a sensation far beyond
using your hand to jerk off.

Danny's hesitancy faded and he said, "Okay.  Go ahead."

Mark was delighted.  He wouldn't get the blow job he wanted but
Danny's permission to proceed gave him the opportunity to see,
feel, and taste another guy's cock for the first time.  Before his
friend could change his mind, Mark propped himself up on an
elbow for a more unrestricted view of his friend's naked body.  It
was not muscular by any means but it was firm and trim.  A light
dusting of hair surrounded prominent nipples and blazed a trail
downward to a generous thicket of pubic hair.  Mark's frequent
fantasies lay before him, available to freely explore.  His heart
rate climbed.  His cock tingled.  In his mind, the world evaporated
except for the alluring body that lay before him, offering the
experience that he had craved for years.  Intimate contact with
another man was no longer wishful thinking; it was real.

"Oh," Mark said.  "With all the conversation, you've gone soft.
Relax.  Let me restore your hard-on.  Don't think of anything but
the sensations.  Enjoy the pleasure."

Mark began by massaging Danny's chest and tracing circles
around the nipples.  Their response surprised him.  They grew
firm and extended upward as if requesting more stimulation.  It
also surprised Danny.  The feelings were considerably more
intense than when he had played with his own nipples.  It was
enough that he abandoned all concerns over engaging in
something gay.  He slipped into a state of pure enjoyment.

Mark moved his hand downward across the abdomen until his
fingers could plunge into the pubic bush.  He watched with delight
as his friend's cock inflated—without being touched.  Soon, it was
a towering mast of firmness.  Mark was eager to envelope it in his
mouth but resisted the temptation so that he could prolong the
delight of having a naked body at his disposal to explore and to
relish.

For the next stage of Mark's strategy, he repositioned himself.  He
sat up, spread Danny's legs slightly, and kneeled between them.
With a gentle touch, he felt the inside of firm thighs, moving from
the knees slowly upward.  Another surprise: Danny's cock, now
fully erect, began to twitch, accompanied by soft moans from the
formerly reluctant and now completely submissive Danny who
was overcome by the onslaught of erotic stimulation and adrift in
a sea of sensual delight.

Mark, unable to contain his lust any more, directed his attention to
the shaft of manhood that had already begun to ooze precum.  A
thin strand extended from the pulsing cock head down to a small
pool just below the navel.  It was irresistible.  Mark scooped up
some from the pool with his finger and tasted it.  Subtly sweet, he
thought.  He was still anxious to take the fleshy rod into his mouth
but—partly to prolong his own pleasure and partly to increase his
friend's arousal and intensify the orgasm—he chose to tease the
cock.  He gently ran a finger from the base up the bulging outline
of the urethra.  The response was dramatic.  Danny's cock
twitched to the point of spasm.  The foreskin only partially
concealed the head of the cock that seemed to be straining to
escape the protective covering.  Mark set it free by pulling back
the skin to reveal a deep purple helmet.  A fresh supply of precum
cascaded down to the pool below.  Mark teased the sensitive
cock head first with his fingers but, unable to control his lust
anymore, used his tongue to continue the tantalizing treatment.

It would be impossible to say which of the two teens were
enjoying the experience more.  Each was captured by a different
but equally intense delight.  Danny's was the exhilarating ecstasy
of physical, sensual euphoria.  Mark's was more mental, the
fulfillment of a fervent wish that had percolated in his psyche for
years.

Mark finally wrapped his lips around the quivering, jerking cock
and started a stroking motion.  It didn't last long.  Just as Mark's
stroking built to a rapid pace, Danny—with no conscious
awareness of what he was doing—instinctively bucked his hips
and drove his swollen, almost painfully stimulated cock deep into
Mark's mouth.  Was it the head of the cock or a forceful blast of
hot cum that assaulted the back of his throat?  It was both.
Multiple volleys of cum followed.  Mark was gagging but
powerless to release his mouth's grip on Danny's pulsing pole
until the deliriously satisfied teen collapsed in a near paralysis of
bliss.

Mark got only the slightest taste of his friend's cum since almost
all of it went straight down his throat.  It was enough, however, to
tell that it was distinctly different than his own.  Was it actually
sweeter or did it seem so because he had waited so long to savor
another guy's creamy nectar?

Mark resumed his former position of lying beside his friend but
this time was different.  One difference was that he laid his arm
across Danny's heaving chest and a leg on top of his bedmate's
legs.  More significantly, a sense of fulfillment permeated his
mind.  He had attained, at least in part, his goal.  Since Danny
was still uncommunicative as he descended from orbit, Mark
absent-mindedly reached down to fondle his cock that was still
swollen, erect, and seemed to be pleading for relief.  With a
surprisingly few strokes Mark felt the unmistakable signals of an
impending orgasm.   A morsel of reason prompted him to shift his
body so that his cum would land on Danny and not the bed sheet.
A sizable array of creamy globs was deposited on the recovering
teen's abdomen, pubic bush, and softening cock.

Shortly thereafter, Danny moaned, "You were right.  It was
wonderful.  I would never have imagined anything so ... so ..."

"Satisfying?" prompted Mark.

"No.  Much more than that.  I can't think of a word that describes
it."

"I'm glad you're pleased," Mark grinned.  He was indeed pleased
to have given his best friend such pleasure.  But more than that,
he was pleased that it was a reason to hope for many more
similar encounters.

After several moments of post-orgasmic bliss, Danny asked, "Do I
have to do the same for you now?"

"No," Mark grinned.  "I promised that you wouldn't have to.
Besides, I've already relieved myself.  Look down at your crotch."

"You did that?" Danny asked in astonishment.

"I didn't plan to but yes, I did.  You know how it is when the urge
to cum gets so powerful that you can't stop yourself.  I'll get some
tissues to clean you up."

Danny was surprised when Mark returned with the tissues but
started lapping up the larger globs of cum with his tongue.  He
finished the cleanup (what little was left) with the tissues.

They fell asleep with arms and legs intertwined.

When they awoke late Saturday morning, Danny was troubled.
"What's wrong? Mark asked.

"It's what we did last night.  I mean it was gay, wasn't it."  It wasn't
a question but it was stated as a fact.

"Absolutely not!" Mark exclaimed.  As I told you, it's quite all right
for two guys to have some recreational sex with each other.  It's
not gay.  And it most certainly doesn't mean that either of us is
gay.  You could call what we did UNGAY."

That eased Danny's regret over consenting to his friend's
suggestion.  It didn't make him gay and therefore vulnerable to
vicious persecution.  Ungay was more than a label.  It seemed to
accurately describe totally acceptable recreational sex.

But neither he nor Mark recognized at the time that what they did
had forged a significant bond between them, one that would have
a major impact on their relationship and possibly upon their future
lives.

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Danny walked home thinking not about the upcoming school
exams or about his customary Saturday duties at home helping
his mother.  Rather, he reflected on what he and Mark had done
in bed.  It was undeniably enjoyable.  But was it right?  Mark had
been persuasive in claiming there was nothing wrong with
innocently engaging in sex and that it wasn't being gay.  But his
keen sense of logic cast doubt on the case his friend had made.
He had long since decided that masturbation when alone,
although no one had explicitly endorsed the practice, was
acceptable.  Doing it with someone else, however, was a slippery
slope.  And using one's mouth on another guy—what did Mark
call it—a blow job—was surely gay.  Calling it ungay was
dishonest.  "If only," Danny thought, "my dad were still around.
His advice was always good.  NO!  I don't think I would have the
courage to ask him.  He was emphatic in telling me that I should
find a nice girl to marry when the time was right."

Mark also spent a lot of time reflecting on his conquest of Danny.
He had tricked his friend into sleeping nude and in sharing the
narrow bed.  He had maneuvered the conversation to sex and
persuaded him to join in masturbation.  By fabricating a story
about sex with his brother, Mark succeeded in obtaining
permission to render oral sex.  But it was a partial victory.  To go
as far as they did, he had to promise that Danny would not have
to return the favor.  He looked forward to the next opportunity
when, with luck, his friend would be willing to more fully engage in
sex and give a blow job, which was something he had craved for
a long time.  It was even more desirable because he liked Danny,
his best friend, who had a thoroughly sexy body.  Mark still had
work to do—careful planning and flawless execution—before
Danny would willingly suck cock to climax.  Of one thing Mark was
sure.  It must be consensual.  Any coercion could cost him the
only friend he had.  Winning consent might be an insurmountable
obstacle.  But it was a goal he was determined to pursue.  All he
needed were the right circumstances in which to deploy his
strategy.

Neither teen talked about their ungay experimentation for two
weeks.  During that time, Danny found himself fantasizing as he
masturbated.  He imagined he was doing it with Mark in bed
beside him.  It significantly enhanced his pleasure.  Gradually his
desire to repeat their one-time experience increased.
Significantly, he worried less and less about whether it was gay or
ungay.

Mark did much of the same as he jerked off, visualizing with
surprising clarity the firm, trim, naked body of his friend and
recalling how he freely explored it with his eyes, hands, and
mouth.  He could almost taste Danny's cum.  He yearned for
another encounter.  When he was not actively pleasuring himself,
he tried to think of a scheme to create another opportunity and
how best to manipulate Danny into voluntarily giving a blow job.

The opportunity came unexpectedly just two weeks later.

"Danny," his mother said over dinner on Tuesday.  "I have a favor
to ask."

"Anything, Mom."

"Actually, it's a favor from both you and your friend Mark.  My
sister Irene in New Jersey wants to come for a visit.  We haven't
seen each other for a long time.  The problem is that she can't
afford the cost of the trip AND to stay in a hotel.  If you and Mark
are willing, you could stay with him and let Irene use your
bedroom for the weekend.  Would it be possible for you to stay
with Mark while Irene is here?"

"Of course!" Danny replied with perhaps too much enthusiasm.

"Not so fast, Son.  You'll have to ask Mark if it's okay.  And he'll
have to ask his parents."

"I'll ask him.  But I'm sure he ... and his parents ... will agree."

"Okay.  But if he and his family have other plans, can I ask you to
sleep here on the sofa Friday and Saturday night?"

"No problem, Mom.  I'll call him right now so you can let Aunt
Irene know she can stay here."

Danny knew what staying again at Mark's house would include.
Or at least he hoped because recalling—frequently—their one
night in bed together had softened his reluctance to participate in
an indisputably homosexual act.  As the emerging lust in him cast
a fog on his normally rational thinking he even began to accept
what he formerly thought was a dishonest claim: two normal guys
enjoying sensual pleasure together was ungay.

"Fantastic!" Mark exclaimed over the phone.  "Hang on and I'll ask
my folks."  Moments later, he returned to the phone and gushed,
"It's okay!  I can't wait!  It'll be a great time together."

Danny allowed himself to translate "great time" into "great time in
bed" and was surprised when his cock quivered in anticipation.


"It's sweet of you, Danny, to give up your bedroom for me," Irene
said over dinner on Friday night.

"I'm happy to do it, Aunt Irene."  Neither his mother nor his aunt
realized just how happy he was to spend two nights with Mark.

After dinner, Danny cleared the table to wash the dishes.  That
was his usual practice so his mother could relax from a hard day's
work.  "Irene and I will do that tonight, Son.  You run along to
Mark's place before it gets dark.  You know what the
neighborhood is like at night."

No further persuasion was necessary.  Danny grabbed his
backpack and a sack of clothes, hugged his mother, and said,
"Enjoy your visit, Aunt Irene."  Almost before any response from
the two women, he was out the door and scampering down the
stairwell because it was quicker than waiting for the elevator that
might be out of order again.


Mark and Danny spent most of the evening in Mark's room
pleasantly talking about everything—except what might happen in
bed that night.  Mark's older brother went to bed early since he
had to be up at five thirty in the morning and on the job at six.
While Mark's parents watched the evening news on television, the
two teens raided the refrigerator for a snack.  At eleven thirty,
Mark's father asked, "Bed time, guys?"

"No," Mark replied.  "If it's all right, we'd like to watch a movie on
TV.  We'll keep the sound low so you can sleep."

Watching a movie was the last thing Danny wanted to do but he
said nothing.  When Mark's parents went into their bedroom for
the night, Mark said softly, "Thanks for playing along.  It's a dumb
movie but we can watch for fifteen or twenty minutes and then go
to bed."  He grinned and added, "I think we can find something to
do more interesting than a movie."

Danny's broad smile signaled his understanding of what Mark
meant.  "Sounds good to me," he replied.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, both teens started to
strip off their clothes.  In contrast to their first night together,
Danny was not at all shy about being seen naked.  In fact, he
rather enjoyed Mark's admiring visual scrutiny almost as much as
he enjoyed looking without fear or guilt at Mark's muscular body
and thick cock suspended in front of a pendulous ball sack.  Nor
was Danny embarrassed when his cock slowly stiffened because
Mark's did the same thing.  They scanned each other's bodies
unashamedly and with a tsunami of lust engulfing them until both
their cocks were fully erect.  Mark stepped closer to his friend and
grasped him in a hug.  Danny, no longer concerned with the
difference between gay and ungay, eagerly hugged back.  Mark
ground his crotch into his friend's and Danny responded in kind.
Both teens were lost in a sea of erotic stimulation.

Mark led his partner to the bed.  They lay down beside each other
and Mark, taking his buddy's rigid rod and their mutual crotch
grinding as permission, immediately began massaging his
partner's chest, abdomen, and thighs.  Danny's passivity
contradicted his delighted welcoming of the attention and his
eager anticipation of what he knew was to happen next.

When Mark's warm, wet lips encircled his throbbing cock, Danny
was not troubled by the reservations he had during the first blow
job.  He was able to free himself entirely to the glorious
sensations.  Mark deliberately took his time in order to heighten
his friend's arousal and pleasure.  Danny tolerated the delay while
relishing the erotic sensations that radiated from his crotch
throughout his body.  Soon, however, the urge to ejaculate was
too much to bear and he became impatient for the ecstasy of
climax.  When it came it was explosive.  It overwhelmed all his
senses except those emanating from his hypersensitive cock.  It
drained him of the ability to move.  He lay there virtually paralyzed
by the intensity of his climax.

Mark waited patiently for Danny to recover, lying next to his friend
with their bodies pressed tightly together.

After several minutes, Danny purred, "That was wonderful, Mark.
No.  Wonderful doesn't begin to describe it."

"I enjoyed it, too," Mark replied.  It was true.  He liked having
Danny's cock in his mouth.  His partner's soft moans gave him
confidence that he was delivering a service that produced great
pleasure.  He liked the taste of cum and savored it in his mouth
for a long time before reluctantly swallowing.

"I want to do it to you," Danny said.

"You don't have to, Danny.  I promised that you didn't have to.
Unless you really want to."

"I really do, Mark.  I want to give you the gift that you've given
me."

Danny rose and propped himself on an elbow.  He tried his best
to duplicate what had been done to him—exploring chest,
abdomen, and thighs with his free hand and with his tongue.  He
was encouraged by the re-inflation of Mark's cock.  He positioned
himself between his friend's legs.  Inches from the virile shaft, a
thought arose in his mind.  "Geez.  I'm about to put somebody's
penis in my mouth!"  But he immediately dispatched the thought,
replacing it with a genuine desire to please his best friend.  That it
might be gay ... or ungay ... never entered his mind.  He wanted
to experience what it was like.  More significantly, he wanted to
give his best friend the gratification that he had just enjoyed.

His techniques may have been amateurish but Mark was
thoroughly pleased.  He had set a goal and achieved it without
coercion—a little deception perhaps (fabricating the story of
previous sexual encounters with his brother) but Danny was
obviously willing.

When Danny felt and tasted the volleys of cum in his mouth, he
thought it was unpleasant.  Unlike Mark, he had never tasted his
own cum and was therefore not prepared for the somewhat bitter
taste.  Still, he felt a sense of achievement in having made his
friend happy.

The teen's second sexual experience was, each confidently
hoped, the beginning of a continuing sexual relationship.  The
next challenge would be to create opportunities to get together.
In the meantime, Mark (and Danny) hoped to repeat their coupling
at least three more times that weekend—in the morning, the next
night, and the following morning.

They fell asleep locked in an embrace.

<><><><><>

Danny was the first to awaken in the morning.  Rather than
disturb Mark who was still asleep, he lay there thinking of what
had happened.  He had eagerly anticipated sleeping with Mark.
He was aroused by the sight of his friend's naked body.  The
sexual contact was extremely enjoyable.  But he had sucked a
guy's cock.  He swallowed cum.  Did that mean he was gay?  Or
was their sexual contact what Mark called ungay—innocent
pleasure that couldn't be regarded as gay?  He didn't want to be
gay and suffer the malicious persecution that it would bring.  But
neither did he want to give up the thrill and intensely satisfying
sex.  Could he continue having sex with Mark at least until he met
a girl and got married?  Would sex with a girl give him as much
pleasure?

Twenty minutes of grappling with those imponderables passed
until he could no longer wait to empty his bladder.  He carefully
slipped out of bed, put on his jeans, and walked down the hall to
the bathroom.  After finishing his morning ritual, he opened the
bathroom door to find Mark standing in the hall with a pained
expression, both hands on his crotch, and his legs crossed.
Without a word of greeting, Mark rushed into the bathroom.
Danny returned to the bedroom where he briefly considered
getting dressed but rejected the idea in favor of crawling back into
bed and hoping that when Mark returned they could indulge in
another session of sex.  He took off his jeans and lay on the bed,
uncovered and naked.

Mark had the same idea.  Immediately after closing the bedroom
door, he saw Danny fully exposed.  He smiled broadly and quickly
shed his boxers.   His fondest hopes, having sex with a guy, had
been realized.  Not just any guy.  It was Danny, his best friend ...
a boy with an awesome personality and a gorgeous body ... a boy
whom he had admired and lusted after since their first meeting.
He lay down on top of Danny.  They both grinned.

Half an hour later, each having been sucked to orgasm, they lay
blissfully face to face and fondling the other's flaccid cock.

"Being here with you is wonderful," Mark said.

"I agree," Danny replied.  "But I have a confession to make.  That
first night we spent together....  I was nervous.  Afraid.  Worried
about doing gay stuff.  But I let you do it.  Don't get me wrong.  I
enjoyed what you did.  Last night and this morning was far better.
Because, I suppose, I was more willing.  Less afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Mark asked although knowing what the answer
would be.

"Afraid of becoming gay.  You know very well what happens to
gay guys at school.  And even to adults throughout their life.
Insults.  Discrimination.  Persecution.  I don't want to live like
that."

Mark was ready with a rebuttal.  "How many times do I have to tell
you?"  He instantly regretted using a tone that sounded like a
rebuke so he softened his tone and continued, "Okay, what we've
done is what gay guys do.  But there's a difference.  A big
difference.  We're having recreational sex.  Two guys can do that
without being gay.  It happens all the time.  Guys in school or
even college and beyond do stuff together.  Later on, most of
them will find a woman to have sex with.  They get married and
have kids.  A few will continue having sex only with other guys.
All of them—those that marry a girl and those that don't—were
born gay.  Nobody is made gay because they have ungay
experiences."

"What do you mean—born gay?

"Not everybody believes it or, more likely, they're not willing to
believe it but there's a lot of evidence that gays can't help it.  It's
in their makeup.  They're born that way even though it usually
doesn't show up until they mature.  Some guys are naturally
attracted to other guys.  It's unusual—like red hair or being left-
handed—but they are what they are.  Many of them keep their
secret.  They even get married and continue to keep their secret.
But the attraction to other men never goes away completely."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've read a lot about homosexuality.  I'm only telling you
what the experts say."  Mark grew pensive, debating with himself
whether to elaborate.  He decided to be honest.  "Now your next
question is: `Why did you read about homosexuality?'  Because,
Danny, I'm gay.  I've known it since puberty.  I denied it at first.  I
convinced myself it was a passing phase.  From denial I went
through a period of guilt.  I hated myself for what I was thinking ...
for being abnormal.  That's when I started researching
homosexuality.  What I found out opened my eyes.  It let me
realize that I might be homosexual.   But I continued to deny it.  Of
course I kept it secret."

"And your brother.  You said you had sex with him until he met his
girlfriend.  I assume he's not gay even though you two had
frequent sex."

Mark didn't want to admit that his story of having sex with his
older brother was a lie so he simply answered the question.  "No,
he's definitely not gay."

Danny lay there quietly digesting what Mark had said.  Mark
patiently gave his friend time to process the information.

"What made you think you might be gay, Mark?  If your brother
turned out to be straight, didn't that make you think you would,
too?"

"Mostly the fact that I was attracted to other boys.  Most guys are
attracted to girls and want to get into their panties.  I wanted to do
that with another guy.  The thought of having sex with a girl was
... well ... I wouldn't call it disgusting but it simply had no appeal to
me.  I found out that when I jerked off, it was more enjoyable if I
thought about guys.  Here's another little secret.  After we met, it
was you that I most often fantasized about."

Dawn broke in Danny's mind.  "So you invited me over to study
and spend the night so you could seduce me.  To have more than
a fantasy.  To have me actually with you.  For sex!"

"Guilty," Mark said.  "But let me be very clear.  It was NEVER my
intent to force you into anything.  I'd never have done anything if
you weren't willing.  If you had said `no' at any time I would have
backed off.  Even if I sensed that you were not comfortable doing
something, I would have retreated.  And let me be very clear
about something else.  I like you.  A lot.  From the first time we
met.  You're smart.  You have a terrific personality—which, by the
way most people don't recognize.  Trust me when I say that I
admire you and want to be your friend."

In spite of what Mark said, Danny still felt as though he had been
used.  He lay there quietly sulking.  His funk was interrupted when
Mark said earnestly, "Listen to me, Danny.  I'm not proud of
talking you into having sex.  But last night and this morning seems
to prove that you like it.  That doesn't mean you're gay.  It just
means you like recreational sex.  If you want to continue having
sex with me I'll be pleased.  If you don't, I'll understand and will
never do or say anything about sex.  But here's the most
important point.  Whether we continue or not, I want us to be
friends."

Danny studied Mark's face to assess his friend's sincerity and
asked, "If I tell you—either now or later on—`hand's off' then you'll
accept it?"

"Absolutely!  First and foremost I want you as a friend.  With or
without sex.  It's entirely up to you."

"I'll have to think about it, Mark.  It's true that I enjoy it.  But it's
also true that I don't want to be gay.  Can we still be friends if I
say no more sex?  As far as I'm concerned, the answer is yes.
Here's the deal.  If I decide to continue having sex with you, you
should be looking for another sex partner.  When you find one,
our sex will stop.  If I decide that I don't want sex anymore, we
can still be friends.  Right now, I can't tell you what I'm going to
decide.  Can you give me more time to think about it?"

"Of course!  But let me say one more thing.  I appreciate your
understanding.  That's just one of the things I admire about you.
You didn't condemn me as a fag.  You didn't let it destroy our
friendship.  Now how 'bout some breakfast?"

<><><><><>

Danny spent much of the morning weighing his options.  One
option was to continue having sex with Mark.  He would definitely
enjoy that.  But his enjoyment may force him to confront the
possibility that he was, in fact, homosexual.  He feared that
because he thought being gay was a condemnation to
persecution by bigots.  The other option was to discontinue
having sex.  That would eliminate the fear of being labeled a
queer—by himself and by others.  But he would have to forego
the extreme sexual pleasure he had already begun to crave.  The
benefits and risks of both options battled each other in his mind.
The battle raged and a stalemate persisted.  He felt compelled to
make the decision before nightfall when sleeping with his friend
would corrupt his reasoning.

Mark similarly thought through the situation.  He hoped that
Danny would agree to continue having sex and hoped even more
that it would continue indefinitely and turn into a lasting
relationship.  Danny had captured his attention and won his
affection.  But he knew the probability of his friend becoming a life
partner was low.  The probability was even lower that he would
find anyone else with whom he wanted to share his life.  Several
times he wanted to ask Danny for his decision.  But he was wise
enough not to force the issue.  All he could do was wait until
Danny decided.

In the afternoon Mark and Danny were walking through a
neighborhood park.  As they passed by an empty soccer field,
Danny said, "Let's sit down for a while.  We need to talk."

They sat on the grass near the goalie net and well away from
anyone who might overhear the conversation.  Mark's spirits lifted
with the hope that Danny would announce his decision to
continue having sex.  But his hopes were dashed when Danny
said, "I can't make up my mind.  The only thing I know for sure is
that I want us to continue being friends.  As for the sex ... well ...
let me get straight to the point.  Until that first night we spent
together, I'd never given any thought to doing stuff with a guy.
Since that time, I've been forced into examining myself—more
specifically, whether I might be homosexual.  But I refused to
accept it.  Being with you has always been enjoyable.  Being with
you in bed is a pure delight.  It's made me think.  Am I just
reacting to the physical sensations or is the intensity of those
sensations a sign that I'm basically gay?  Maybe you can help me
answer that question.  What exactly convinced you that you are
gay?"

Mark paused to frame an answer.  Eventually, he looked at Danny
and said, "Part of me wants to answer your question in a way that
would convince you to continue having sex with me.  I won't do
that.  It would be selfish.  That first night we were together I was
selfish.  I maneuvered you into agreeing to jerking off and getting
a blow job.  I told you before that I'm not proud of doing that.
What I haven't told you is that I'll never again try to manipulate
you.  If I want to remain your friend, I must respect your wishes.
So I'll give you a straightforward answer to your question.  It's
simply this.  I'm attracted to guys.  Not to girls.  At first I thought it
was just curiosity about how other guys were built.  And how they
were hung.  And what they might look like with a hard-on.  As I
struggled with what I thought was an inappropriate curiosity, it
only became stronger.  I wished that I could put my hands on their
bodies.  And their cocks.  I wished that whoever my current
obsession was would join me.  But I refused to admit I was
homosexual.  Then one day in Psych class the teacher was
explaining what she called self-delusion as an ego defense
mechanism.  Bingo!  It hit me!  I realized that's exactly what I was
doing.  I realized my curiosity was much more than that.  It took a
while for me to accept being homosexual.  But it was inescapable.
Yes, Danny, I'm gay.  Does that shock you?"

"Am I shocked?  No.  Am I surprised?  Yes, because I thought we
were only having recreational sex and it was not gay sex.  You
called it ungay sex.  But it seems it was gay sex for you.  Right?"

"Right.  But let me add something very important.  When I met
you and got to know you, it caused me to redefine what it means
to be gay.  I was attracted to you initially because you're sexy.
But the attraction soon focused on your personality.  Your
character.  Your wisdom.  In short, Danny, my attraction to you
turned into affection.  To the exclusion of anyone else.  I admit
that first night we were together I was partly motivated by physical
lust.  But a greater part of me wanted to make you happy.  Yes, I
enjoyed exploring your body.  But a deeper, stronger enjoyment
was ..."  Mark paused to consider how to say what he wanted to
say.  "This sounds trite but it's true and I mean it ...  the deeper,
stronger enjoyment was expressing my affection for you.  So
there you have it.  It's how I knew I'm gay.  And why you mean
more to me than a bed partner."

Mark fell silent, having surprised even himself with the confession
of genuine affection.  Danny was also quiet, feeling somewhat
overwhelmed by Mark's  candor about his feelings.

After several minutes, Mark broke the silence.  "Did any of that
help you decide?  Or did I just make a fool of myself?"

"You're not a fool, Danny.  I appreciate your honesty.  Did it help
me decide?  Yes and no.  The yes part is that I've had the same
curiosity about other guys.  Especially in the shower after gym
class.  But I didn't let the curiosity get out of control.  Now I have
to wonder whether I'm doing what the Psych teacher talked
about—self delusion.  Is it just a way to deny that I'm gay?  And
protect my ego?  I've never dated a girl but I've had two excuses.
One, everyone knows my mom and I are poor and I can't afford a
date.  Two, everyone knows that I'm a loner, an outcast, so they
don't bother wondering why I don't chase girls.  I'm now starting to
think that those excuses might be part of my self-delusion.  That's
the yes part.  It helped me recognize—and accept—that I might
be gay.  I said MIGHT be.  I'm still not sure.  Here's the no part.
Suppose at some point I decide I'm really not gay.  Or that I am
but decide to live straight and conform to society's standards.
That would mean no more sex with you.  The more we have sex
the more difficult it would be to stop.  Based on what you said
about affection, it would be more painful for you if we continued
for a long time and then stopped.  I don't want to hurt you, Mark.
If I can't avoid it, I'd prefer to stop now so it would be a little hurt
rather than a much bigger hurt later.  So you've answered my
question but it's left me with another layer of conflicting feelings."

"Thanks, Danny, for explaining how you feel.  I'll leave you alone
tonight in bed."

"NO!" Danny immediately exclaimed.  "I want it to be just like last
night!"  He swallowed what he was going to say next and instead
sheepishly continued, "I guess I just showed how much I want to
have sex with you ...  whether it's gay or ungay."

They both laughed.

<><><><><>

That evening, Mark's parents planned to attend a dinner party
with friends.  "I apologize for leaving you here alone," his mother
said.  "Jason is having dinner at his girlfriend's place.  One of
those bonding with future in-laws affairs.  There's a casserole in
the refrigerator.  You can warm that up for supper.  We should be
home around nine.  Will you be all right while we're out?"

"Enjoy yourselves," Mark replied.  "We'll be fine here."

Both Mark and Danny had the same thought: an empty apartment
and ample time to enjoy each other's company ... in bed.  They
watched a movie on television while waiting for Mark's parents to
leave.  Neither paid much attention to the plot because each of
them was anticipating the private time together.  When Mark's
parents went into their bedroom to get ready, Mark whispered to
Danny, "Let's put dinner in the microwave and eat early.  By the
time we're finished, we'll be alone and can do what we want."

"Have something in mind?" Danny asked with a devilish grin.

Playing along with his friend, Mark replied, "Yeah.  I thought we
could play Monopoly or something."

Danny faked a frown and said, "I've never done that.  You'll have
to teach me how."

"Don't worry, Danny.  I've already seen how quickly you learn to
do new things.  And how you enjoy new skills."

Danny laughed and said, "That's only because I had a great
teacher."

They had almost finished dinner when Mark's parents came down
the hall to the kitchen.  "See you later," his mother said as she put
on her coat.

"You guys can entertain yourselves?" His father asked.

"Sure," Mark replied.  "I thought we might play Monopoly while
you're gone."

It took all the will power Danny could muster not to laugh.

Soon after the apartment door closed behind Mark's parents,
Danny said, "We're alone.  Can we get started?  I'm horny."

"We'd better wait a little while," Mark replied.  "Just in case they
forgot something and come back for it."

Mark's prudent thinking was fortunate.  Five minutes later, his
father came back into the apartment to retrieve a chilled bottle of
wine from the refrigerator.

The sex-hungry teens waited another ten minutes before going
eagerly into Mark's bedroom where they lost no time stripping off
their clothes.  By the time they were naked, their cocks were
beginning to inflate.  They stood admiring each other, willing to
delay physical contact in order to shamelessly cement the sight of
their friend's naked body into memory.  It was not their intent at
the moment but the visual memory would often serve as a
stimulant to their masturbation when they could not be together.
For the moment, each was captivated by what he thought was the
perfect male body standing before him.  Their cocks attained full
engorgement.  Danny's pointed to the ceiling with just part of the
tip straining to escape the confines of his foreskin.  Mark's jutted
out just slightly above horizontal as if aimed at the target and
ready to fire.  The mutual display of virility boosted each young
stud's lust that was already consuming his mind.

Mark was the first to yield to his lust.  He stepped toward Danny
and embraced him.  They pressed their engorged, sensitive cocks
together until Mark led his friend to the bed.  They lay on their
sides, resumed the mutual hug and forcefully pushed their pelvic
regions together, accelerating the erotic sensations that had
already seized full control of their minds.

Danny began to fear that he would climax as the two rubbed their
cocks together.  "Who goes first, Mark?"

"We both do," Mark replied.

What do you mean?"

"It's called sixty nine.  I think you'll like it."  Without further
explanation, Mark repositioned himself with his face inches from
Danny's uncut manhood and offered his own cock to his partner's
mouth.   Danny instantly recognized what was expected.

Mark, not by verbal instruction but by example, established the
rules.  He proceeded slowly.  He licked his friend's ball sack, took
each ball individually into his mouth and caressed it with his lips
and tongue.  He then licked the throbbing cock repeatedly from
base to tip.  Danny imitated the procedure.  Mark was only
partially selfish in his technique.  Although he wanted the dual
pleasure of sucking a cock and being sucked, his major
consideration was to give his friend the same double dose of
pleasure.  His intent to please his partner caused him to stop
sucking.  He hoped that an intermission in the procedure would
prolong the pleasure and increase the intensity of orgasm—just
as it had done when he masturbated alone.

Danny was irritated that his cock had been abandoned but he had
confidence in his guide through sexual pleasures and he did the
same.  He promptly released the hot, now slimy shaft that he
relished.  He was surprised when he felt Mark's finger rubbing his
ass hole and even more surprised that it heightened his arousal
and pleasure.  Just as Mark's finger penetrated slightly up into the
soft, dark channel, Danny ignored his previous idea that the anus
was filthy, recognized it as an erogenous spot, and mimicked
Mark's bold move.

At the third disruption of active sucking, Danny cried out, "Don't
stop!  I can't take it any more!  I've got to cum!  NOW!"

Mark was mildly disappointed.  He, too, had been on the brink of
cumming but, at least temporarily, Danny's pleasure took priority.
His disappointment was lessened by his eagerness to receive and
savor the hot love cream.  Danny's orgasm was accompanied by
a convulsive thrust of his hips and a loud moan of "Oh Gawd!"

As he waited for his friend to recuperate and resume sucking,
Mark watched Danny's cock shrink and his ball sack relax.  His
patience was rewarded when he felt warm moist lips around his
cock.  It didn't take long to bring him to the brink again and he
shot explosive volleys of cum into his friend's mouth during an
intensely powerful climax.

They cuddled together wordlessly for a long time.  Each was
reflecting on what he had just experienced.  And upon his feelings
for his friend.  For the first time, Mark seriously entertained the
hope that he and Danny might have a future together.  Danny's
fear of being homosexual was gradually being dispelled and
replaced by a welcomed attachment to his friend.

Danny was the first to speak.  "Mark, that was marvelous.
YOU'RE marvelous."

"Thanks.  I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I certainly did."

"I've got more I have to tell you.  You said once that your desire to
have sex with me was replaced by affection for me.  I dismissed it
at the time.  I thought you were exaggerating.  Or that it was the
kind of affection that two good friends might have.  But I've
thought about it some more.  I'm not a hundred percent sure but I
may have an affection for you that's very different than before ...
different than just between two good friends."

"I'm glad to...."

"Wait," Danny interrupted.  "Let me finish.  I've considered the
possibility that how I feel about you is only because of our having
sex.  That's been a joy beyond all imagination.  But there's more
to it than that.  I've always liked you.  And we've been good
friends.  But in the process of trying to sort out my feelings for you
I've realized that you're more than a good friend.  More than a
best friend.  I don't know how to explain it but I guess affection
comes closest to describing what you mean to me.  Does that
make any sense?"

"Yes, it does," Mark grinned.  "I don't think I could have said it any
better.  And I can't tell you how pleased I am to hear it.  Why?
Because for a long time I've wanted more than just having sex
with you.  But I thought it was a hopeless pipe dream.  I had to
keep telling myself to lower my sights.  Even the goal of having
you in bed was a stretch.  But what you've just told me makes me
the happiest guy in the whole friggin' world."

Mark impulsively kissed his partner, which was something he had
never done and never had the courage to do.  He was sure that
Danny would refuse to go along with it.  For whatever irrational
reason, he thought kissing was too gay for his naïve and initially
reluctant partner.  Mutual blow jobs could be labeled as ungay but
kissing was unmistakably gay.  However, it seemed that Danny
had gone through a rapid and radical transformation and was now
completely comfortable with gay behavior.  Mark's assumption
was correct.  Danny was consciously accepting his own
homosexuality.  Therefore, he not only welcomed Mark's kiss, he
returned it whole-heartedly.  With that simple but meaningful act,
Danny symbolically entered into the world of homosexuality.

Mark broke a long, blissful silence when he said, "I'd like to stay
here with you like this forever but I think we'd better get dressed.
My folks could come home earlier than they expected."

"There's something we have to do first, Mark."

"And what's that?"

"This!" Danny said and gave his lover another long kiss that
originated in the depths of his heart.

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Sunday morning was bittersweet.  Their sex was especially
satisfying because it was no longer between good friends.  It was
between two lovers.  But when it was over, they despaired at the
reality that their next time together might not be for a long time.

"It's been marvelous," Danny said.

"Next time might be even better, Danny."

"I don't know how it could get better."

"I've got an idea.  It's as gay as it gets but I want to try it.  If you
don't want to do it, I'll honor your wishes.  Or you may try it and
decide you don't like it.  Again, I'll respect your wishes."

"What are you talking about, Mark?  Are you deliberately trying to
confuse me?"

"No.  Let me be more clear.  We've had oral sex and I agree it's
been fantastic.  What I'm talking about is anal sex."

That explanation did little to clarify the mystery ... until Danny
suddenly guessed at the meaning.  "You want to fuck me?  In the
ass?"

"Yes.  But it's not just me fucking you.  You'll fuck me, too."

"I don't know if I'm ready for that.  I liked your finger poking into
me but your cock is a lot bigger."

"Not to worry, my friend.  I'll prepare you for it.  And I'll be gentle.
But you'll have to prepare also."

"How?"

"Before we get together, you must use an enema to clear out your
bowels.  I'll do the same thing.  I'll use a condom.  And you will,
too.  That way, we eliminate the possibility of getting poop on our
cocks."

"I'm game to try it.  Once!  When can we do it?"

"That's a bit of a problem, isn't it?  We'll have to figure out a way
to get together.  Soon.  And often."

They kissed again—as only lovers parting for an unpredictable
time can do.  They dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

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The following weeks were agonizing for both Mark and Danny.
They saw each other only occasionally and never in private where
they could express their affection for each other.  That changed
with the arrival of spring vacation from school.  Danny's mother
and Mark's parents and brother were all at work during the day,
allowing the two frustrated teens to join in erotic and amorous
sex.

"Did you prepare yourself?" Mark asked when they were together
late Monday morning.

"I did," Danny answered.  "But I'm still nervous about your fucking
me.  I'm not sure your cock will fit in me."

"Trust me," Mark replied.  "It will fit.  I'll go slow.  First, I'll relax
your hole with my fingers and lubricant.  That will make it a lot
easier for you.  But you have to promise me that if it hurts or even
if you're uncomfortable, you'll tell me."

"Okay."

Mark applied the lubricant generously and slowly inserted a
finger.  Then two.  Then three.  Danny, who was initially fearful,
enjoyed it.  Mark paused to put on a condom and lubricate his
cock.  He had to use his fingers again to stretch the anal ring.
"You're ready, Danny.  Your hole is big enough now.  I'm going to
insert my cock."  Danny felt the uncut head of Mark's cock slip
into place followed by further pleasant sensations as more of the
invading shaft was buried in his bowels.  "Everything okay,
Danny?"

"Yes.  I didn't think it would fit but it feels good."

"I'm going to start pumping now.  Slowly at first."

Danny suddenly cried out.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, worried about his partner's comfort.

"Nothing's wrong.  It's just that I got this very strong sensation
back there."

"I'm rubbing your prostate.  Does it feel good or do you want me
to stop?"

"Don't stop.  It's not painful.  It was just a surprise."

Mark gradually increased his pace until he stopped, buried the full
length of his cock in Danny, and filled his condom with cum.

They lay together, physically and emotionally united, for several
minutes until Mark's cock shrank and slipped easily out.  Mark
rolled off his friend, lay by his side, and gave him a deep,
passionate kiss.

Mark had to give Danny periodic instructions—how to put on a
condom, how much lubricant to use, and how best to relax the
anal orifice—but from that point onward, Danny knew instinctively
what to do.

After cuddling for several minutes, Mark asked, "Well.  How'd you
like being fucked and fucking me?"

"It was different, for sure.  Did I like it?  Sort of.  But can I be
honest?  I like sucking better."

"Does that mean you don't want to do it again?"

"NO!  We can do it again ... because I enjoyed it.  As long as we
also suck each other."  Mark respected his friend's preference
and the next two sexual sessions that day were oral.

Just before it was time for Danny to go home, Mark said, "Today
has been heaven.  I'm looking forward to tomorrow.  I can come
over to your place if you like."

That was an offer that Danny had dreaded.  He was ashamed of
his sparsely furnished apartment in a blighted neighborhood.
Compared to Mark's apartment, his was a hovel in a slum.  He
hung his head.  "If you don't mind, Mark, I'll come over here."

Danny's posture and tone worried Mark and he easily guessed
the reason for his friend's reluctance.  "Is it because of where you
live?  I know you and your mother can't afford to move.  That
doesn't matter the least little bit to me.  The only thing that matters
is that I care about YOU.  Not where you live."

Openly admitting his shame to someone over being poor—even
to his best friend—was painful.  It wasn't nearly as traumatic as
admitting to himself that he was homosexual after years of
deceiving himself about it but it was nevertheless difficult for him
to say, "Yes.  It's not nearly as nice as where you live."

"Let me tell you something ... something I've felt for a long time
but never mentioned it.  "I knew you were poor.  You didn't have a
lot of clothes.  And you often skipped eating lunch claiming that
you weren't hungry.  But you know what?  That's one of many
reasons I admire you.  You don't have a lot of money but you
have something far more important.  You have character,
ambition, intelligence, and—this is the most important—
compassion for other people ... other people who may have
money but have other problems.  In short, Danny, you're a model
of what a person ought to be."  Mark paused before adding, "Of
course you have a very sexy body, too.  And one more thing.
You're always welcome to visit me here."

The five days of Spring break from school were glorious.  Danny
spent every day at Mark's place, increasing their bond physically
and emotionally.

EPILOGUE

Following high school graduation, Mark and Danny went to work
for a company in New Jersey that Mark's uncle owned.  They
lived together in an apartment near work, visited their families
often, and enjoyed the constant growth of their love for each
other.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:  Iatia's editing and suggestions were
valuable contributions to this story.  His support and
encouragement were even more valuable.