Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 18:50:57 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Very Best Friends 2

This is a continuation of the first installment of 'Very Best Friends'.
I've really appreciated the many encouraging emails, and I hope you keep on
enjoying what happens with Tony and Jon.

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"Very Best Friends "

Chapter Two...(continued)

	I didn't know what to say, so I just breaststroked slightly behind him,
unsure of my bearings.  Compliments of any kind embarrass me to death.
Compliments coming from a guy as built and handsome and popular as Tony
Rodriguez made me go dumb.  I sort of distrust compliments, because I'm
afraid I'll start to believe them or something. I hoped he'd stop praising
me all the time, because what can you do in response?--agree?--turn red in
the face?--change the subject?--all of the above?
	And then we were at the dock again, me wondering where my clothes were so I
wouldn't drip all over them.  It was so damn dark now--and as my body hit
the mid-October air--as we vaulted ourselves out of the water--I also
wondered if I'd ever stop shivering.
	If it is anything I cannot stand, it's being freezing cold--add to that
being WET and cold, standing outdoors in the dark, completely naked--well, I
just began shaking uncontrollably.
	"J-Jesus, T-T-Tony," I trembled, trying to grab my clothes.
	"Come on," he said, smacking my ass as he passed.
	I shook, nearly falling off the dock, trying to follow the silhouette of
his wide-shouldered body up the wooden steps.
	Above us was the darkened cottage and the expansive deck with the
lit-up hot tub.


Chapter Three

	It was glowing turquoise with steam rising from its swirling surface.  Tony
laughed, watching me standing there quaking, my hair dripping, using my
clothes to completely hide my crotch.  I was staring at the steaming hot
tub, disbelieving it was real.
	His laughter changed once our eyes met.  His own eyes grew softer, darker,
as he looked at my blue lips and shivering face.  Tony glanced down at my
crotch-stuffed bundle of clothes.  He himself still held his, but casually
in front.
	"Look," he said, his black, nappy hair twinkling with water, "there really
ISN'T anyone around, you know, Jonnie."
	"I k-k-know," I shivered, feeling really stupid and self-conscious.
	"We CAN wear our suits, though, if you want."
	I kicked at the deck, wishing I were someone other than myself.  "It's not
THAT," I stammered, "--I mean, that I think there are spies around and
shit."  I tried to look up at him, but he just looked TOO handsome, his dark
cheekbones gleaming, his large eyes searching my face.
	"I . . . I just . . . SHIT," I wanted to die all of a sudden.
	"You can tell me," he said simply.  "What are very best friends for?", he
said once again, this time very quiet.
	I shrugged.  I glanced at him, checking his face for any hint of
insincerity.  He looked a little concerned, and curious.  I sighed, my body
quaking in the night air.  "I just get...um...too excited or something--when
I'm naked--with someone--."
	My face must have been red as a tomato, because I could literally hear my
pulse ringing in my ears.  I glanced up to find Tony grinning, relief in his
face.
	"Is THAT all?", he laughed, slightly exasperated.  "Hell."  He tossed his
clothes on the deck, making me look everywhere else but at his body.  "So
what, Jonnie?  Okay?"
	I nodded, reluctantly dropping my clothes.  I instantly felt
ultra-naked--naked in front of Tony Rodriguez.  I stared down at his feet.
	There was this telling silence--a silence which to me meant that Tony was
openly checking out everything I had.
	  I heard him give out a breathy whistle, as if he couldn't quite believe
what he was seeing.  My legs trembled from the cold--trembled from my frayed
nerves--the last thing I wanted my legs to do at that moment.
	"You're as big as I am down there," I heard him say with respectful awe.
	I was blushing furiously, certain my face was probably crimson.  Had there
been even a hint of tease or taunt in his voice, I would have bolted.
	But there wasn't.
	I stared at the deck.
	"It's a real beauty," he said in admiration.
	"Oh God," I whispered.  I could feel blood begin pumping into something I
wanted to stay looking like a wet cigar.  I was getting very, very nervous.
	"Seriously," Tony said.  "It's as big as a cucumber---and what a set of
BALLS!"
	That did it.
	My head snapped up--me ready to say whatever it took to shut him up, only
to be stopped dead in my tracks.
	Tony stood there, legs apart, a mammoth weapon levering upwards in tilting
heartbeats.  It shot upward from a crisp, triangular wad of kinky black
hair, framed by smooth, stallion-like, chocolate-satin thighs.
   	 Rich, very dark balls hung below like weights on a cuckoo clock.
	"Yeah," he said, not caring at all that he was so turned-on.  "That's one,
beautiful cock!"
	He was staring straight between my fleecy blond tanned thighs, and his
worshipful gaze went straight to my dong.
	I felt the head expand, sending little shocks up my spine.  My cock is very
VERY big in girth, and bunched-up when it's cold.  But whenever it gets
excited, it turns into a preening monster.
	 There's no other word for it.
	I mean, hell, I'm five-foot-four, and I guess I'm very well built--but when
I get a full hardon, it looks like I'll fall over from the sheer size of the
thing.  It just looks like I've got a Titan missle stuck between my legs.
	 It dominates my whole torso.
	"Holy Jeez", Tony whispered, watching it lengthen and throb upwards.
	"'Holy Jeez', yourself," I said back, staring at his mohogany totem.  It
was every inch as huge as mine, only it curved the way an archery bow does
when you tense the string.  The mushroom head on it was a gorgeous brown and
truly enormous.  At least on Tony it looked more proportionate because he
was so tall and muscular.
	"Do they make jokes about yours the way they do mine?", he asked, gawking
between my legs.
	That question--and the fact that he was obviously just as erect as I
was--made me finally exhale and begin to relax.  My defensive guard began to
give way to relief.  I even began to stop trembling.
	"I don't give anyone a chance to even look at it," I shrugged.  "I just
wait til the locker room empties out before I shower."
	"Do you like mine?", he asked, his voice hopeful.
	"I knew better than to say 'no'--which would've been a big fat lie--but I
wasn't used to complimenting another guys' hard cock.
	"It's super," I said, feeling like an idiot.
	"Really?"  His eyes were drilling into me, but I couldn't look up.
	"The head pokes right into your belly button," I said marvelling.  "It's
cool the way it curves like that."
	"Yours is straight as a friggin' two-by-four," he said back.  He looked at
me intently.  "Does the color of mine turn you off?"
	I laughed, which made him stiffen and look anguished.
	"Tony," I spoke quickly.  "--no DON'T--don't be, you know, hurt, okay?"  I
gestured down at my throbbing pork roll, then quickly back up at him.  "I
mean, seriously---do I look like I'm turned OFF, here?"
	I smiled apologetically, indicating my upthrust rod.  Tony stared at it,
then back at my smiling face, then broke out in a laugh.
	"Silly question, huh?", he grinned.
	I nodded, relieved.
	"I guess we both really get each other going," Tony sad.  "I'm hard as a
rock."
	"Me, too," I said, which was so true.
	"You embarrassed?"  He smiled, his eyes looking concerned.
	I shook my head.  "Not now--not anymore."  I felt like I could share
anything at all with him--felt a huge burden disappearing.  "I just feel,
um, horny."  I laughed.  "And cold--except for....", I smiled at my 'third
arm'.
	"Then let's waltz these two Babies into the tub," Tony grinned
conspiritorily.  "--see what happens next."
	I felt excited--not nervous--excited...and really, happy-excited.  Our
unwieldy weapons sythed before us like separate entities, sending thrills up
my body.
	"Wow," Tony said, staring at it.  "That's...one...giant...schlong!"
	"Look who's talking," my eyes followed the curvacious thrusts of his
incredible Dark Lord.  It was so solidly independent, it just swung around
in front of him like a derek.
	"So friggin' hot!", I winced down.
	"I'll say," Tony stared at my belly-slapping beefsteak.
	"I mean the water."
	"Oh."
	And it was hot--and NOT just the water.
	I was so turned-on by our erotic nudity, I could feel a dull wall of
warning building in my swaying nuts.  My cock was as stiff as a board--like
it would never grow soft again in my whole life.
	The swirling, heated tub only made it grow harder, if that were possible.
We sat down on the submerged ledge, me gasping at the heat.  The water came
just below Tony's chistled, chestnut-brown pecs, while only covering about
two-thirds of our surfacing hardons.
	"Fuckin' UNREAL," Tony laughed down at the sight.  They looked like two
periscopes--another species--his  mahogany, with a giant mushroom head.
Mine was pink from the heat and super-flared, the head huge and polished.
	"These have to be the biggest two dicks in the whole school," Tony said,
reverently.
	"Think so?"  I didn't know how to discuss guys' dicks.  I usually tried not
to even think about guys' dicks.
	"They call me 'donkey dong' and shit," Tony looked at me, half-smiling.
"But I know they'd trade-in theirs for one of ours like THIS," he snapped
his fingers.
	The turquoise water glowed and swirled around our sufaced skin rockets.
Tony shifted himself next to me.  My first impulse was to move aside, but
I'd grown more relaxed about it.  Our biceps and shoulders and thighs were
rubbing gently in the steamy tub.  It was muscle rubbing against muscle.
	"This is so great," Tony sighed, and then threw his arm around my
shoulders.  I stiffened a little, not knowing how to react.  I mean, we'd
arrived all clothed, him showing me his folks' summer place.  The next thing
I knew, we were skinny dipping in the lake--and now he had his arm around me
while we discussed the size of our hardons.
	"We really are very best friends," Tony said, his head nearly touching
mine.  His fingers pressed into my solid deltoid.
	I only managed to nod my head, my cheek actually brushing his cute little
ear.
	"I know you're sort of shy and all," Tony said quietly.  "So just push me
away if I'm too in-your-face," he laughed, sort of hugging me more into his
muscular side.
	"It's okay," I said.  "It's kind of great," I cleared my throat.
	"That's what I mean about all this 'best friends' talk," Tony smiled
contentedly.  "We can be like this," he nodded down at our prominent rods,
"and not be all immature-acting like those other guys."  He looked sideways
at me, his bicep flexing into the back of my neck.  It felt huge and solid.
"it's great, huh?"
	He always seemed to need to know my opinion.  Hardly anyone was ever
interested in my opinion on anything.  I wasn't used to offering up my
thoughts.  I nodded again.  "You sure are built, Tony," I said back, feeling
like everything I said was lame.
	"You feel good, too," he answered, pulling me closer.  "Your workouts
really put on the muscle, huh?--amazing torso, man--seriously."
	I didn't have to blush--my face was already bright pink from the hot tub.
"Well, you've got killer thighs," I said.  "And your pecs and arms and
shoulders are amazing."  Once again, I felt stupid, discussing our obvious
nakedness.
	"God, thanks," Tony said, genuinely grateful.  "Yours are the best--far as
I'm concerned."
	"I'm a shrimp," I muttered.  "--at least, next to you."
	Suddenly his bicep locked around my neck, forcing me to look straight into
his close-up face.
	"Don't ever say that," he sort of whispered, relaxing his arm some.  He
looked upset.  "You're perfect," he insisted.  "To me, you are PERFECT.  I
can hold you real tight, even though you're built."  He hugged me against
him.  It forced my left hand up across his flexed right pec.  I felt his fat
nipple turn stiff.  My fingertips connected with the hair in his armpit.
	Even then, Tony wasn't the least embarrassed.  He sighed, still keeping his
arm over my shoulder.
	 My cock was now roaring hard, and my balls were sweetly aching.
	"Sorry," he murmured.  "I'm a physical guy--I guess you've noticed."
	I knew better than to laugh.  "I wish I was, too," I admitted.  "--so it's
good that at least one of us is."
	"It's okay, then?", he wondered.  "I'm not.....?"
	"You're not anything," I interrupted, trying to calm his apprehensions.  "I
like it."
	"Wow!", he laughed then, like a big kid, his face more handsome than any
guy on the planet.  "So I can hold you stuff?   You sure that it's not...?"
	"....I TOLD you," I stammered.  "I LIKE it."
	"Sweet!"
	He leaned into me, which made me lean in also.
	Our gigantic cocks tilted toward one another, only a couple of inches
apart.


[...to be continued.  Thank you for your interest.]