Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2015 08:50:24 -0700
From: adam perry <adamperry1@msn.com>
Subject: The Way We Had to Be

Author's Note

The story I tell here is largely true.  The names of the other participants
and of the institutions mentioned have been changed.  The events described
began in the mid-1990s and concluded just a few years ago.

The narrative features extremely raunchy sex (hardly any limits) between
high school boys.  If the age of the characters or the acts they perform
might offend you, don't read on.

I have no plans to continue writing about these characters.  I do value
readers' reactions to the plot, the characters, the activities and other
matters so don't hesitate to write me at adamperry1@msn.com.  If you would
like me to send you pictures to give you a mind's eye view of what Tyler,
Adam and the others could look like, let me know.

Thanks.  Read on if you dare (:-?) !

THE WAY WE HAD TO BE
by Adam Perry

	Sometimes two people meet and an entanglement starts.
	It deepens.  It twists.  And then it ends.

"Dude -- It seems like you love my asshole as much as you love my dick.
What's up with that?"

We were sprawled naked on the king size bed in Tyler's room at about three
on a Saturday afternoon, the rest of his house empty.  We were both
sixteen, junior class at West Los Angeles High School.  He was lying on his
back, hands cupping the back of his head, legs parted.  I was on my side
with my cheek resting on his taut, muscled belly.  My left hand was under
his ass and his testicles rested on my wrist.  My forefinger was pushed up
inside his rectum as far as it could reach, exploring once again the silky
walls of his tight chute.  With my right hand I was idly playing with the
six inches of his now flaccid penis. My own organ was completely hard again
but barely surpassed Ty's soft one in length. When I pulled my finger out
far enough to rub his prostate I could get a glistening drop of clear
seminal fluid to emerge from his urethra and when it did I would move my
head down to lick it up and savor the familiar flavor.

Tyler was fast approaching six feet in height.  He must have weighed about
150.  He had a lanky jock body with sharply defined pecs, nickel size brown
nipples, well-muscled arms and legs, wide shoulders, slim hips and waist.
I already told you he had a big hefty dick for his age.  It was perfectly
formed too; smooth white shaft with just a fine blue hint of the blood
vessel inside, helmet head a bit pinker than the shaft, dusky blond pubes,
plum-sized balls in a loose, slightly furry, sac.  His butt was perfect
too. Small round buns-smooth and firm--with no hair and a crack that began
just below the two little dimples on his lower back.

I was a little shorter than Ty and weighed about the same.  My build was
more boyish.  My penis was a little above average and I had a pretty nice
butt.  My hair was dark brown and was just about to start growing on my
chest and legs.  People said I had a nice smile.

"What's up with me loving your butthole?  It's because only I get to see
it, to mess with it.  Lots of people see your dick, man.  Lots of girls
have sucked on it and had it up their cunts.  But your asshole?  That's my
territory, you know?"

"You are so weird, Adam.  But, hey, don't stop what you're doing man.  You
know I am cool with your dedication or whatever it is."

This all started five years ago.  All through middle school I had an
enormous crush on Tyler Jackson but never had the courage to so much as
speak to him.  He was the most popular guy in our grade and for good
reason.  He was totally cute, had an enviable body with definition in his
chest and arms already apparent, was reasonably intelligent, a gifted
athlete and had a dick that the guys estimated was five inches long when
soft: someone said it grew to over six inches when he had a hard-on.  This,
when he was thirteen.

Me?  Adam Perry?  Pretty ordinary.  Who knew from gay desires then?  To us,
gay was just an epithet for dumb.  But I had learned to jack off and when I
did, a lot, it was always Tyler in my fantasies.  Often he was naked and
sported the spectacular erection that I had, of course, never actually
seen.  My Tyler-dreams also seemed fixated on his superb butt and the hole
hidden between his buns.

So, now we are fifteen, ready for high school in the fall.  I get invited
to a celebratory camp-out up in the southern Sierras.  When I heard that Ty
was to be there I avidly accepted the invitation.  Brian had planned the
trip and Ethan, Rodrigo and Sean made up the six of us.

About forty miles from Porterville the trail began and climbed up the
mountains to Pear Lake.  We set up camp; no one else was there.  We had
lugged in two pup tents, sleeping bags, enough grub for the three nights we
planned to stay and lots of six packs we left to cool in the lake.  During
the day we fished in the lake, hiked around the area, smoked weed and
skinny-dipped.

Whoa, skinny-dipping was a bitch for me.  Seeing Ty naked gave me an
immediate boner.  His smooth handsome face was topped with shaggy dirty
blond hair.  His eyes were bright grey.  I've already told you about his
body and genitals.  I was able to hold my hands in front of my crotch to
hide my erection and the icy cold water of the lake shriveled my cock back
down each time I waded in.

Brian had arranged that he and Ty were to share one pup tent.  I was
insanely jealous.  Sean and Ethan slept in the other tent.  Rodrigo and I
lay side by side under the stars in our sleeping bags.  He fell asleep
quickly and I was able to jack myself off the first two nights, the
fantasies of Ty more intense than ever.

On the last night we were sitting around the campfire after dinner.  The
weather was balmy and we all wore just tshirts and shorts.  Brian had never
dressed after the skinny-dip; he was still stark naked.  His modest penis
stuck out hard (four inches?) from time to time.  This embarrassed us but
we knew he had chugged down several brews and so stopped badgering him
about it.

We were all feeling mellow from the beer and pot.  After a while Brian
said, smirking rather evilly,

"Dudes, we should do a circle jerk to celebrate.  Once we're in high school
we will be getting so much pussy we won't ever need to beat off again."

"Fuck you, man.  That is so gay," said Sean.

Ethan groaned his concurrence.

"Well, I'm gonna do it, shithead."

He plopped himself down on a folded blanket near the fire and began playing
with himself.  The moonlight was bright and the fire roared so everything
was highly visible.  Rodrigo laughed and began taking off his shorts and
tshirt.  Ty looked around, smiled and started to undress.  I did too.  Sean
and Ethan were embarrassed but after a while stripped and joined us in the
circle to stop the catcalls coming from Brian and Rigo.

So here is a circle of six naked fifteen year-old boys around the fire.
Brian and I maneuvered positions next to Tyler.  We were arranged like
this:

      * Ethan  * Sean

 * Rigo   FIRE   * Brian

      * Adam  * Tyler

I was already stiff of course and was nervously stroking my six-incher.
Rigo and Sean were the only ones uncircumcised.  When I got the courage to
glance over at Ty on my right he was moving his fist up and down on what
must have been seven and half inches of impressive wood.  Brian was also
staring at Ty's crotch and blinking rapidly.

Brian said, "Guys.  Hold off nutting too quick.  Make it last."

Then, "Know what?  We should give each other a hand.  Part of the best
buddies celebration, get it?"

"You're such a weirdo, Brian", Sean said.

"You're such a faggot, Brian", Ethan said.

Everybody tittered but soon Brian's fingers were wrapped around Ty's dick,
pumping slowly.

Rigo reached for mine and began to stroke me.

Ethan and Sean began masturbating each other as though it wasn't the first
time.

I had no interest in Rigo even though he was a good friend.  I could see
that he had pulled the foreskin off the head of his ample cock.

"Fuck it" I said to myself.  "It's now or never"

I reached my right hand out toward Ty and put my fingers around his hard
organ.  There was room for both Brian's hand and mine.  Ty smiled at me and
put his hands to the ground on each side to support himself.  I used my
other hand to caress his balls, his glance at me granting permission.

Suddenly Brian shouted, "Fuck, I'm coming" and pearly white semen erupted
from his cock.  His hand left Ty; he was on his back, breathing rapidly.

I had Tyler to myself now.  I had cum once and was hardly aware that Rigo
continued to masturbate me.  I used both my hands to stroke Ty's phallus up
and down, tight and loose, feeling the steely hardness beneath the velvety
skin of his shaft.  His glans turned purple as I rubbed my fingers over it
and I squeezed the flesh around his piss hole to make it open a little.
Sometimes my left hand went to his testicles.  They were the size of plums
and his lightly-haired scrotum was loose.  My hand ventured under his balls
a few times to stroke his smooth perineum.

Ty purred with satisfaction as he observed what I was doing and sometimes
his eyes met mine.  There was thin smile on his sexy lips.  His expression
indicated what?  Pride?  Superiority?  He wasn't grateful; it was as if he
was receiving his due.

Sean and Ethan stayed busy jacking each other.  Rigo had given up on me.
He lit a cigarette, stared off into space.  I could not tell if Brian was
conscious enough to take in what I was doing to Tyler.

Ty's dick hardened even more.  He shouted "fuck, fuck, fuck!  His urethra
snapped open and five huge issues of semen flew out of his organ,
splattering his chest, his chin, my arms and even my shoulder.  I came
again without touching myself.  When he recovered I wiped the cum off his
body and face with my bundled tshirt but left his sperm puddles on my own
body.  I think Ty saw me dip a finger into the glob on my forearm and then
lick it off .  Again that enigmatic smile crossed his face.

We hiked down the mountain the next morning.  Ty and I exchanged some
banter but made no reference to what had happened the night before.  Brian
gave me only angry glances.  Rigo smiled at me and winked.  Ethan and Sean
seemed oblivious.

The summer passed.  I saw nothing of Tyler.  He lived in an upper-middle
class NcMansion with his parents and sister on 23rd Street south of San
Vicente.  My mom and I shared an apartment about a mile away on 18th Street
south of Montana.  She worked long hours as an assistant editor in a movie
studio.

My infatuation with Tyler was undiminished.  His dominating presence in my
masturbatory fantasies continued as well.

We began our tenth grade at West Los Angeles High School that fall.  He was
in my algebra class and my English comp class.  We exchanged " 'Sup, dude"s
but nothing more.  My notebook covered the hard-on his presence always
evoked.

About two weeks into the semester I worked up the courage to call him.

"Hey, Tyler.  It's Adam, Adam Perry."

"Dude.  What's going on?"

"I just wondered if you wanted to hang out sometime."

"Mmmm, don't know.  I have football practice and homework and shit like
that to do, man."

"Ty, you remember what we got up to at the camp-out this summer?"

"Yeah.  So?"

"Just thought you might like me to, uh, do that for you again."

"Awesome.  Come over now."

I hopped on my bike and was ringing the doorbell ten minutes later.  He
opened the front door to let me in.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of
cut-off jeans slung low on his hips.  You could just make out the trail of
blond pubic hair that began at his navel and disappeared under the waist of
his shorts.  I followed him up the stairs marveling at the movement of his
tight, trim butt.  We entered his room where he lay down on his bed, his
back against the headboard.  I sat on a chair a few feet away.

He looked at me levelly and said, "Dude, if you want to play with my dick
you gotta come over here to the bed."

I sat close to him and said, "Tyler, can I pull your shorts off?"

"That's what you're here for," he replied

He unbuttoned his fly then raised his ass so I could slide the cut-offs
down his legs and over his bare feet.

He was even more breath-taking than I remembered.  His penis was only half
hard.  It pointed up along his flat belly, reaching to his navel.  I moved
my hand toward his genitals, but he grabbed it with his before I made
contact.

"Adam, you know I'm not gonna do anything with your junk, right?  But if
you are into a one way deal, I'm cool with that."

"I don't expect anything like that, Ty.  I just sort of need to do this to
you.  I dunno why."

I looked down at the boner tenting my own shorts then at him and saw his
smile.

I cupped his heavy balls with my left hand and clutched the thick shaft of
Mr. Jackson, as I was beginning to call his cock, with my right.  He got
fully erect quickly.  A drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss hole.

I came spontaneously when I saw that but did not stop stroking him.

"Jeez, Tyler.  It must be almost eight inches long.  Can I measure it some
time?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing, man.  It feels so bitchin'!"

I bent toward his crotch.  I looked at him and read YES in his eyes.

My tongue flipped out and scooped the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and
into my mouth.  The taste of it suffused my whole body, made me tremble.
Next my lips closed on Ty's big helmet-shaped dick head.  I sucked on it
gently, then forcefully and worked my tongue as far as I could into his
piss hole.

I felt Ty's hand on my head.  He tousled my hair and then pressed down so
my lips slid down his shaft.

He said, "Watch your teeth, dude".

 I pulled my lips back over my teeth to shield his tender skin.  About two
thirds of Mr. Jackson was now in my mouth but I could swallow him no
further; my gag reflex kicked in defending my throat from this massive
intrusion.  He seemed to understand this and worked my head up and down as
I savored what I could of his steel-hard cock.  I continued sucking him at
my own pace.  My hand felt his balls draw up tighter in his scrotum and
with a yelp he ejaculated down my throat.  I came again too without
touching myself, adding to the mess in the pouch of my briefs.

I let his dick go soft in my mouth then felt him withdraw it.  We locked
eyes again; an understanding was being established.

I asked, "Have you had a lot of blow jobs, Tyler?"

He replied, "A couple of girls this summer.  And I let that creep, Brian go
down on me one time."  He paused, "But don't sweat it man.  You are the
best!"

My relief was immense.  "Tyler, I will get even better.  I promise.  Er,
that's if we can do it again."

"You bet, sport.  Hot times come a-rolling in, right?"

Later that afternoon I went to this adult store down in Venice and bought a
dildo as close to Tyler's cock in size and shape as I could find.  It was a
sick pink color but it was smooth and a bit flexible.  When I got home I
downloaded How to Fellate Your Boyfriend and Keep Him Happy.  It was
written for women but so what.

For a week I spent hours following the instructions in How to Fellate.
Using the dildo I learned how to breathe, how to use my tongue and lips,
how to conquer the gag reflex.  I was intrigued with the section on making
your boyfriend's climax even more intense and more copious by inserting
your finger through his anus and into his rectum where you rubbed his
prostate while you sucked even harder.  But would Tyler ever permit that?
I also learned that you could take the first part of the ejaculation down
your throat but then pull back a little so that some shot off into your
mouth where you could actually taste it.  Guys, it seemed, like to be told
that their cum tasted good and liked to see it in your mouth before you
swallowed it.

I waited anxiously for a summons from Ty.  Nothing these past ten days.
Then in algebra class he dropped a note on my desk as he passed by.  It
read:

LETS HANG THIS AFT.  YOU'RE PLACE?  ABOUT 4?  I HAVE THE ADDRESS.

I looked across the classroom to where he sat staring at me and I nodded.

I got home from school about 3:30.  My mom would be gone until nine this
evening.  I had the place to myself as usual.  I jumped in the shower and
scrubbed my body until I was totally clean.  I made a decision; I would not
put on any clothes while I waited for Ty to arrive.  I read through How to
Fellate again and practiced deep-throating the dildo.  It got to be four
o'clock.  No sign of Ty.

At 4:35 I heard a pounding on the door.  I opened it a crack and peered
out.  There stood Ty in his Levis and a tattered green tshirt.  He slipped
into the apartment and I locked the door.

"Man, I hope you don't mind I'm like this"

 I said as he took in my nakedness. He grinned as he looked down and
noticed my boner.

"That's cool, dude"

He said as he flicked his forefinger painfully against my cock.

"That shows respect," he said.  "Fact is, I want you to be woody whenever
you are with me.  But don't be jacking yourself, man.  Keep your focus on
Mr. Jackson here."

He grabbed his crotch.

"Reason I'm kind of late is football practice ran over time.  I didn't even
take a shower yet.  Figured I could do that here, ok?"

"Uhm, you don't need to shower, Tyler.  Come on into the bedroom."  He
followed me and right away took possession of my bed.  I stood there
anxious and scared.

"What I'd like to do...," I stammered, "...if you're not into it, just say".

"Yeah, what?"

"Could I take off your clothes and then lick all the sweat off your body?"

"You are so totally weird, Adam.  What places do you want to lick me?"

"Well, every inch of you.  It's called a tongue bath."

"Hot.  But not my face.  And don't try to kiss me.  I'm not a fag."

"I understand.  Chin down only."

I removed all of Ty's clothes.  He was wearing white briefs and not the
boxers I had expected. I sneaked a look at the inside of his underpants and
detected some faint yellow stains in the pouch and just the hint of a brown
skid mark in the seat.  I pushed his shorts under my bed.

I kneeled at the foot of the bed and began licking the soles of his big
bare feet.  I took each of his wiggly toes into my mouth and sucked them.
He was a little smelly but the odor and taste of his sweat was intoxicating
to me.

I worked my way up his shins and thighs detoured around his genitals and
buried my tongue in his belly button.  I then licked his abs and pecs and
paused to nibble gently on his nipples, which grew hard.  I ran my tongue
over his chest and throat before I lifted his arms so I could feast on his
armpits. The Tyler smell there was even stronger, to my delight.  Down his
wiry arms to his hands where each finger got a sucking of its own.

"Ty, can you turn over now?"

"Don't fuck around with me, Adam.  I don't want to feel anything but your
mouth, you got that?"

I reassured him and began licking his heels, up his calves and thighs.  I
relocated up to his back and started the journey down to his ass.  Each of
his pert buns got thoroughly tongue-bathed.  Finally I let my tongue travel
down his crack from top to his perineum, not daring to penetrate along the
way.

He could take no more.  He sat up and pushed me down on the bed, face up.
He threw a leg over my torso and sat his bare butt on my chest.  It felt
slippery from my saliva.  His hard-on was raging at a forty five degree
angle from his groin.  He bent toward me and rubbed his dick all over my
face, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

Using his thumb he pulled my mouth open and inserted his erect penis.  He
pushed forward and I could see the look of exultation on his face as
Mr. Jackson plunged down my throat deep, past the gag spot.  I could feel
his pubes on my lips.  He proceeded to fuck my skull with long, relentless
moves in and out.  When he paused I kept my head bobbing on the monster
impaling my head, performing all the maneuvers I had learned.

When he orgasmed his thick semen coated my throat but I managed to pull
back enough to catch three big discharges in my mouth.  It tasted
fantastic -- creamy, salty, soapy, Tylerish.

"God, Ty," I said.  "I love the way you taste.  Look."

I opened my mouth to show him his jizz filling my cupped tongue.  Then I
swallowed it.

At that point he got off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a
shower. I brought him fresh towels and asked if I could come in there with
him, help him wash.

"Shit, Adam.  Don't you ever get enough? ... Yeah, ok, c'mon in."

I washed his hair and ran a soapy bath sponge all over him.  I kneeled down
behind him and used it on his butt.  Then I ran my soapy hands over his
cheeks and just for a moment pried them apart enough to see his asshole.
My hard-on returned at the sight of his little pink puckered donut:
compact, proud, tightly closed.

At this point he swung around to face me, he erect again as I was.

"Do it, man," he said.  "Suck me off again.  Quick."

When he left hurriedly at about six he forgot to reclaim his briefs.

And so that 10th grade year passed.  Ty and I hooked up once or twice a
week at his place or mine, in his dad's car parked at night up a deserted
canyon road off PCH, once in the back row of an almost empty movie theatre
and three times in the disused supply room of the boys' gym at our school,
WeLaHi.  I would go down on him or he would fuck my face.  One of our best
positons was me lying supine with my head hanging over the edge of a bed.
He'd be crouching on the floor so he could get his cock down my throat to
fuck it more easily.

Tyler's magnificent cock was the object at the center of our lives then.
It owned my mouth, my tongue, my throat.  Plus, I serviced all of his body
when he let me.  I got to look at his beautiful asshole many times but so
far I had no experience with its interior.  Tyler's briefs which I
retrieved from under my bed played a big part in my masturbation sessions.
I either wore them or put the pouch or the seat in my mouth and sucked on
the fabric while I jacked off.

Tyler fucked girls whenever he got the chance.  That didn't bother me.
Much.  He would relate the most intimate details of these encounters while
I gave him head.  I believed him when he told me no other boy or man had
touched him since our thing began and that I made him cum bigger than
anyone else ever had.

When we started 11th grade we started to feel more analytical about our
attachment.  What were we each getting out of it?  Why was it so intense?

 Ty said he felt almost high from having somebody so dedicated to giving
him pleasure, somebody who would do anything sexual that he wanted,
somebody he liked a lot but could dominate.

"It's a major rush," he said.

My own answer was more complicated.  I truly loved Tyler as well as
worshiped him.  I wanted to provide him the maximum pleasure.  But I also
wanted to be Tyler.  That's why I needed to absorb everything his body had
to offer.  I ached to consume his pre-cum, his cum, his sweat and (I didn't
say this out loud to him) his spit, his snot, his tears, his blood, his ear
wax, his urine, his anything!

This exchange seemed to satisfy both of us well enough.

My high school career included much more than Tyler, of course.  I studied
hard and got top grades.  I played chess and fooled with computers.  I hung
out with Rigo and a guy named Nathan.  I did chores needed by my mother.
But I thought about Ty constantly.

One day just before the winter holiday break Tyler said,

"Dude, I met this babe called Mara.  She goes to SMCC.  She is totally wild
-- no limits sex, know what I mean?  Anyway, I told her I had this dude who
does what you do.  Don't worry; I didn't mention your name.  She goes,
"bring him along next time we fuck.  It could be majorly hot."

"So that's what I wanna do, man.  You come with me when I hook with Mara
next Thursday night."

"A woman?  That's not my scene.  I got no interest, Tyler."

"Fuck that.  You are my main and I want you along.  We'll figure out
something for you."

I was filled with trepidation during the days leading to the hook-up with
Mara. Ty picked me up about nine and we drove to her apartment on Pico
Boulevard.  She turned out to be pretty and kind of sweet.  She had big
breasts.  Mara must have been 20 or 21.  We were both seventeen.

I was content to wait in the living room while he banged her in the
bedroom.  But they dragged me with them and we all got naked, following
Mara's instructions.

She said to me, "Can you believe I picked up this boy toy at a bus stop?"

"Isn't Ty's dick awesome?" she asked me.  "Me and you are gonna make it
feel so good."

"First, I want you two on either side of me.  You can each suck one of my
tits."

We got on the bed with her.  I closed my lips around her big pink nipple
and started sucking.  Ty was doing the same to her other breast.  It wasn't
as bad as I feared.  Kind of pleasant but not as exciting as sucking Ty's
cock.  Mara told us to switch breasts.  I loved the taste of Ty's spit that
covered the tit I was now sucking.

Ty then lay down on the bed and spread his legs.  Mara and I took positions
between them.  She took Mr. Jackson into her mouth and pushed my head down
to where I could lick and suck his balls.  She gave him head awhile and
then had me switch with her so I was sucking him while she went down under
his balls.  I wondered if he was letting her rim him?a term I had recently
learned on the internet Gay Love Advice website.  How about a turn for me?

But soon Ty and Mara were in the missionary fuck position and he was about
to shove his dick into her wet-looking cunt.

"Wait," Mara said.  "Adam, put your finger in my pussy.  Rub my clit while
Ty fucks me."

I found her clitoris and did as instructed.  It was kind of thrilling to
feel Ty's dick sliding in and out against my hand.  Tyler said,

"Adam, get behind me.  Eat out my ass while I fuck her."

 At last!  I spread his buns and poked my tongue into his butt hole before
he could change his mind.  I had wanted to taste him this way for years.
But it wasn't working.  He was moving his hips so fast screwing Mara that
the connection between his ass and my mouth could not be maintained.

Tyler said, "Hang on, Mara.  You get on top and ride my dick, so Adam can
lick my asshole."

Now I was free to explore Tyler bottom with my mouth.  I licked down his
crack and sucked on his puckered anus trying to get it to open enough to
permit my tongue to go inside him.  I was able to penetrate an inch or so
and I reveled in the flavor that flooded into me?musky, dark, slightly
bitter, the essence of Tyler Jackson.  Mara's ass kept hitting the top of
my head as she bounced on his erection.  After a bit she turned around so
she was facing me, Ty's dick still up inside her.  She watched what I was
doing and said,

"Ty, he's got his tongue way up your asshole.  I bet he can taste your
shit."

 I heard Ty guffaw and he said,

"He probably can.  I guess he likes how it tastes."

Mara came and then Tyler raised his butt to drive more deeply into her
vagina and I could feel from the contraction of his testicles when he came
too.  I had experienced my usual spontaneous orgasm minutes before.  When
Mara got off him and lay face up Tyler told me to suck on her pussy to draw
his sperm into my mouth.  I did it.  It was pretty disgusting until a big
glop of his jizz drooled over my tongue and down my throat.

The session with Mara was repeated twice that year plus another with a
slutty girl from Malibu High School, though not with all the permutations
that Ty and Mara loved.

From then on my access to Tyler's asshole was complete.  I explored it with
my fingers and worshiped it with my mouth.  I gave him some hints on how he
could open his sphincter wider to permit my tongue even deeper penetration;
the Gay Love Advice website recommended that he keep bearing down like he
was trying to take a dump.  He laughed.

"What if I do?" he asked me.

"Do what?"

"Actually start to take a shit."

I had no answer to that.  But the bearing down worked just fine.  He
learned to relax the muscle of his sphincter to allow my tongue entry.
Once my tongue was buried in his pipe he would twitch his anal ring to
clutch it in even tighter.

It must have been near the middle of 11th grade when he showed up sat my
place with a worried face.

"Adam," he said.  "I am so fuckin stressed man.  I got football practice,
errands for my 'rents, rock-climbing club, this volunteer work at the kiddy
center (this last to bolster his resume for college applications) and all
this other shit (I thought of his weekly poker game with Ethan, Sean, Rigo
and some other guys).  And now my paper for world history is almost due and
I only just started it.  Can you help me out, man?  Just kind of edit it a
little and finish it off?"

I said I would.  I pretty much redid it, mimicking Ty's style as closely as
I could-some slight misspellings, some vocabulary blunders but good
research and clear writing.

A few days later he burst into my room at home.

"Dude, I got a fucking A on that paper!  You are magnifico, Adam."

He stripped and went to sit on the easy chair in my room.  I got naked too
and fell to my knees in front of him, preparing to service Mr. Jackson.

Before I could start he stopped me.  "Wait", he said.  Let's get on the
bed.  Head to toe, on our sides."  We did that and I took his cock into my
mouth and began sucking.  Then I felt Ty's fingers grip my own shaft.  He
stroked me up and down, a bit fastidiously, but still.  Ty had never
touched my penis except maybe to slap it or to flick it with his stinging
finger.  Here he was jacking me off, showing me gratitude for my work on
his paper.  When I was about to come he directed my penis away from his
body so none of my semen would land on him then fired his usual big wad
down my throat.

After that, continuing into 12th grade, I did most of Ty's papers for his
English, history and current affairs classes and I tutored him in math and
computer science.  He was grateful enough at first but then came the day
when a current affairs paper got a B.  He was truly pissed.  We were in the
apartment again and I was nude.  He would not undress, would not let me
touch him, just sat in the chair glowering.  I apologized for my
substandard work and suddenly he pulled me down across his lap.  He began
to beat on my butt with his open palm, hard enough so it really hurt.  "You
fuckin bitch, " he kept muttering while he spanked me.  When he had
finished and my ass was bright red and burning hot I was allowed to kneel
between his legs, fish out his now super-hard dick out and take it into my
mouth.

Later that semester I totally forgot to turn in an English paper I had
promised to do.  This time his anger was so fierce that he sent me to his
closet to bring him his thick cowboy belt.  He whacked my ass ten times
with the belt and then told me:

 "Get out.  Go home, bitch boy."

 I had welts on my rear end for days.

Truth was, Ty liked to hurt me.  How did I feel about it?  I definitely did
not like the pain but knew that inflicting it gave Ty pleasure so that was
part of the implicit deal.  What else did he do?  Sometimes when I was
blowing him or rimming his asshole he would grab my balls and squeeze them
so hard that I yelped.  On three occasions he insisted I box with him after
we had shed our clothes.  He was a skillful boxer; I was only trying to
defend myself.  When he landed sharp painful blows on my jaw or torso I
think his cock jumped and became even woodier.  I was certain that he never
intended to damage me, only to demonstrate his position in our duo.
Despite what you may have concluded I believe he had real affection for me
along with his need.

One night in May of our 11th grade year as we finished having sex in his
room he got up and said he had to go piss.

Me: "Can I come with you?"

Him: "What for?"

Me: "I just want to watch."

He shrugged and I followed him into the bathroom.

Still naked, he stood in front of the toilet and held his big
saliva-covered penis ready to begin urinating.

Before he had time to start I dropped down beside him on my knees.

"Ty let me hold it while you piss.  Please?"

As soon as I gripped his cock a thick bright yellow geyser streamed out of
his urethra and splashed noisily into the toilet water.  It was wonderful
guiding his piss stream around the toilet bowl, almost feeling the fluid
coursing through his pliable shaft.  But then he stopped.  I looked up at
him.

"Are you finished?" I asked.

"There's a lot more left," he answered.  "I'll show you."

Ty pulled my head toward his junk.  He pried my mouth open and inserted his
piss-slimy dick.  I sealed my lips around it.  Some powerful squirts of hot
liquid hit my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  Then the steady flow began.
His piss filled my mouth and made my cheeks bulge out.

He said, "Swallow it, Adam.  Drink it down, babe."

He pissed down my throat with a heavy stream until his bladder was empty
and my stomach was full.  His pee tasted of salt like the sea and was spicy
too.  Seconds after his piss subsided he got hugely hard and fucked my
mouth just a few strokes before he climaxed.  His semen followed his urine
down my gullet.

Using me as his urinal became a major turn-on for Tyler.  And I loved being
used that way.  Whenever we were together and in private the contents of
his bladder ended up in my belly.  We got daring too.  He discovered a
seldom used boys' room on the far north side of the campus, If he was in
the mood, at around ten o'clock in the morning he'd text me just "CU" the
signal to wait in the stall in that lavatory at the beginning of the lunch
break.  I would sit on the toilet with my feet up so nobody could tell the
stall was occupied.  Tyler would show up a few minutes later, slip into the
stall, lower his jeans and proceed to fill my thirsty mouth with his tangy
piss.  Most times he would stay buried in my mouth and fuck my skull until
he came.  When he was feeling generous he'd turn around afterwards, bend
over, pull his buns apart and let me lick his twitching anus and push my
exploratory tongue around in his satiny rectum until I came too.  I carried
mints of course to make my breath fresh afterwards.

Now and then he would pass me in the halls or at the lunch benches and hand
me a Coke can.  It was warm to the touch because it contained no Coke, only
Ty's urine.  I drank it if I could where Ty could see me.  More breath
mints.  When we happened to pass in a school corridor or outdoors he would
usually manage to swipe his hand over his crotch, or, if he had passed and
knew I was following him with my eyes, put his hand on his butt for an
instant, fingers pointing to his crack.

He knew how to keep me obsessed and horny for him.

Once we began the piss scene Tyler became less restrictive about what was
allowed.  I could now lick his face, stick my tongue into his ears and even
sweep it across his eyelids.  No kissing but once when he was nearly asleep
I licked his lips too.  I begged him until he let me cut his finger a
little so I could taste his blood.  He liked to spit into my mouth and if
he felt congested he would hock up a loogie and I would open my mouth to
receive it.

He let me stick my tongue up into his nostrils to taste his snot.  Once he
told me to open wide and he hovered over me squeezing his nose and blew its
contents right into my mouth.

I asked him later, "Can I stick my finger in your nose?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Just to feel what's in there"

"That's majorly weird.  Forget it."

Not long after this I happened to orgasm all over Ty's thigh while I was
licking his armpit.  He jumped away from me and almost shouted,

"Adam, you filthy bitch.  You got your nasty fag jizz all over me."

I wiped him clean with the bed sheet but then went into the bathroom and
would not come out.

He stood outside the door.  "Adam, I want to apologize, babe.  I shouldn't
have said that.  Come on out.'

Silence from me.

Tyler added, "Come out and I will let you do what you want."

Me: "Meaning what?"

Him: "You know--with my nose."

He was sitting on the chair, legs splayed, flaccid dick hanging over his
nuts. I pulled over the ottoman and sat facing him.  "I will be gentle,
Tyler" I tentatively stuck my finger up to his left nostril and pushed it
inside a little.

"Go easy," he said.

I pushed my finger in slowly through the slimy mucus until I felt a harder
lump.  I withdrew my finger and we both looked to see his booger clinging
on the tip of it. When I put the booger in my mouth we both started to get
boners.  Then I swallowed it and asked him if I could explore his other
nostril.

During the first part of our senior year I happened to be sleeping over at
Ty's while his parents were out town.  After a night of intense sex he
looked over at me as I was about to dive under the sheets to take his
morning piss and blurted,

"Adam, there is this thing I have to discuss with you."

"Shoot."

"Sometimes I feel like I want to fuck you."

"Go on."

"It scares me, dude.  Do you think I'm going gay?"

"Tyler, babe, you are the same awesome hetero stud you always were.  Thing
is you are a fucking-machine too.  Plus you are experimental.  So it's
natural for you to want to fuck me."

"So what should we do?"

"We should fuck."

"The other thing is-how to say this?-I don't want to get my dick all
smeared with your...you know."

"With my shit?  That's no problem.  Let's set aside some days every week,
like Tuesday and Thursdays, maybe Saturday too.  I'll give myself a total
enema in the morning to really clean my entire chute plus I'll stuff lots
of lube up in there.  Then if you feel like jumping my bones on one of
those days you can ram gigantic Mr. Jackson into my boypussy and not worry
about it."

"You are completely cool with that?"

"No, Tyler, I am completely hot with that."

That is how we worked that out.  I used the dildo to get my ass sphincter
and my inner pipe used to the huge invasion that would occur.  When Tyler
eventually used my asshole he went in slowly.  It hurt fiercely but I could
handle it.  When he forced Mr. Jackson up inside me to the hilt it started
to feel natural and pleasurable.  He did fuck me like a machine, his big
balls bouncing against my butt at each deep thrust.

He took me in every position we could think of: missionary, me face down,
me astride him bouncing on his huge woodie, on the bed, on the floor, on
the kitchen table.  My favorites were doggy style or spooning because in
those positions he would sometimes play with my cock and balls while he
plowed me.

Tyler didn't fuck me every time we met.  More like every other time.  He
stopped worrying about "going gay."

This is beginning to sound as though Tyler and I did nothing together but
sex.  Not true.  We didn't socialize but we did hang out sometimes,
listening to music, toking, discussing the SATs and college applications,
playing video games. I will admit that our favorite way to watch a ball
game on TV was for Ty to settle his bare butt on my face.  I kept my tongue
working in his asshole and he kept downing beers.  When he needed to, he
would back up on my face far enough to stuff his limp cock in my mouth and
recycle the beer down my throat.  I did not see much of those games,
obviously.

Okay, readers.  Mention of "shit" has come up lots of times in this
narrative.  You are wondering what role shit plays by the time we graduate
high school.  It's part of the intensity of the story of Tyler and Adam, so
I need to tell you.

It won't surprise you to learn that Tyler's asshole was not scrupulously
clean every time I rimmed him.  Naturally, residues of feces from the walls
of his rectum ended up on my tongue.  Was it repulsive?  Not to me.  The
flavor was bitter and musky but pure Tyler and I got to like it more and
more.  We never discussed this explicitly but he seemed to know how I felt.
Often when my finger was all the way up his asshole I could feel the firm
end of a turd lodged in his intestine, waiting to be expelled.

One Tuesday night we were in the bathroom of the apartment.  I had helped
him piss, drank some and got the rest sprayed all over my naked body.

I asked him, "What time of the day do usually take a shit?"

"Matter of fact, I got to dump right now."

"Can I stay with you while you do it?"

"You sure about this, Adam?"

"I want to make you come at the same instant you start dropping your dump."

He sat down on the toilet and I knelt between his splayed legs and took
Mr. Jackson into my mouth.  I could hear his guts start to rumble as I got
him hard.  He grunted and I heard a splash in the toilet.  I blew him so
adroitly that he shot his wad onto my tongue before the third splash
sounded from the toilet.  If there was a bad smell I was not aware of it.
He wiped himself and started toward the bedroom.

"Come on," he said.  "Let's go."

"I'll be with you in minute, Ty."

When I was alone I looked into the toilet.  With a finger I pushed aside
the smeared toilet paper.  His three turds floated in the bowl, rich dark
brown, thick as cucumbers, each about the length of his dick.  What made me
stare at them?  Whatever it was it traveled to my cock and I masturbated,
out of fascination with Tyler's amazing excrement.

The next time I had the opportunity I convinced Tyler to take his dump
while squatting on the rim of the toilet, facing the wall so I could watch
him excrete.  I squatted on the floor behind him and played with his
asshole until I heard that gut rumble.  Tyler Jackson at his most basic;
Adam Perry at his most...what?  Now his asshole began to dilate, opening more
and more until the hole was as big as a poker chip.  Then the blunt end of
a turd appeared, dilating his anus even more. It slithered out of him like
a fat snake until at about ten inches it broke off and fell into the toilet
water only to be followed by another one almost as long.  He climbed down
from his perch on the toilet and bent over, spreading his cheeks.

"Wipe my ass now, babe.  Get it cleaned up, " he told me.

I tore off toilet paper and carefully wiped away the shit that besmirched
his asshole.  The compulsion to clean him inside overwhelmed me.  I could
do nothing but force my tongue up inside his chute and lick and suck until
his rectum was clean and my mouth was filled with the taste of Tyler.

Tyler sighed and said, "Like I told you, dude, hot times a-rolling in."

But it turned out I was paying a final tribute to Tyler Jackson.



By the next June we were both away at college; me to the north, Tyler to
the east.

Our careers brought us both back to Los Angeles.  Over the next twenty
years I became a professor of computer engineering at the University and Ty
practiced entertainment law at a Century City firm.  Our paths never
crossed.  I lived a fairly conventional gay life.  I remained a bottom of
course but in a far less extreme way than during my high school years.

At WeLaHi's twentieth reunion I spotted Ty right away.  He was with his
pretty blond wife with whom he had two kids.  I was with my current
partner, Jacob. Ty and I found ourselves alone at the bar at one point.  We
looked each other over. He looked great in a two thousand dollar suit and a
five hundred dollar haircut.  We exchanged tentative smiles.  I said, "So?"
He said, "So."

No more magic for me and no more need in him.  It ends.