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Subject: Story: Friends For Life - Part 1
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From: rlebeau@cats.ucsc.edu (Eclipse)
Date: 3 Sep 92 12:06:53 GMT
Organization: 1st amendment supporter
Keywords: FICTION - GAY mildly pornographic
Summary: male-male fiction
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This is a story written by a friend of my who lost his net access.  You have
his permission to reproduce this work electronically on the net or email.
(If you do , please remember to remove any references to my account - Thanks,
RL) If you have any comments or constructive criticism please feel free to
email my account and I'll please them along (NO FLAMES!).  This is a work
of fiction and none of this ever happened (so I've been told).  Enjoy.
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Friends for Life - Part 1:  The Card Game


	Ryne knocked on the door to Aaron's house.  A couple of seconds
later Aaron opened the door.  Aaron was about 5'8" tall weighed 165 pounds.
He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was a couple of pounds heavy
and had a little 'baby' fat covering his developing muscles.  "That was
fast," commented Aaron.
	"I took the short-cut," replied Ryne as he walked in.  Ryne was 
5'6" tall and weighed 145 pounds.  He has was jet black and he had brown
eyes.  He didn't have an ounce of fat on him and his muscles were well
defined.  "Anyone home?" asked Ryne.
	"Nope.  Shelly's over at her boyfriend's," answered Aaron.
Shelly was his older sister by 2 years, and she was supposed to be 
babysitting Aaron while their parents were in Europe.  But she felt that
Aaron at 15 was old enough to look after himself.
	Ryne followed Aaron into his room and jumped onto the bean bag
while Aaron dove onto his bed.  "So what do you want to do?" asked
Aaron from the bed.
	Ryne picked up his friends Player's Handbook off the floor.
The two boys had been friends since the first grade.  They had been in
the same class and had been inseparable ever since.  They had spent
almost all their free time together and even played on the same sports
teams.  "Well, we only have an hour before I have to go home for 
dinner.  That's not long enough to start up a game.  I sure wish
practice didn't last so long."
	"Yeah I know, well summer's over and I guess we'll get used
to it.  We can still play on weekends.  Anything on TV?"
	Ryne tossed down the book.  "Nah, you want to play cards?"
	"Ok."  said Aaron as he jumped off the bed and grabbed a deck
of cards from his desk.  He then sat down on the floor across from
Ryne and started to count the cards to make sure they were all there.
While Aaron was counting the cards, Ryne reached over and pulled a 
folder out from underneath the mattress of Aaron's bed.  He opened the
folder and pulled out a small stack of pictures that had been cut out
from magazines.
	Aaron finished counting the cards and started shuffling.  Ryne
divided the stack of pictures up into two piles.  Placing a pile in front
of each of them.  "I get to be dealer this time," said Ryne.
	"Alright," responded Aaron as he placed the cards in front of 
Ryne.  Aaron grabbed his stack of pictures and started looking through
them.  They were pictures of naked women that had been cut out of 
magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler, that Ryne had stolen
from his Dad.  Aaron found one of the less revealing pictures and placed
it in front of him.  Then Ryne dealt and the boys proceeded to play
thier own version of Blackjack.
	About fifteen minutes later, both boys were sporting raging 
hard-ons from looking at the pictures as they played.  Aaron was down
to his last picture.  "Damn, you always seem to win," he said as he 
picked up his cards.
	Ryne laughed as he dealt himself his second card face-up.  It
was the Jack of Hearts.  "I'm just lucky," he replied with a smirk.
	Aaron looked at his cards, an ace and an eight.  "I'll stand."
	Ryne flipped over his other card.  The Ace of Spades.  "I win
again," he said as he grabbed Aaron's last picture.
	"Shit!  You asshole!  Now what are we going to do?"  asked
Aaron.  Usually at this point Ryne would go to the bathroom and beat
off while Aaron did it in his room.  The two boys knew each other 
masterbated but they were too embarrassed to do it in front of each other
.  The 'winner' was supposed to be gracious and at least leave the loser
one picture to look at.  But today Ryne was feeling a little 
adventuresome.
	"Want to keep playing?" asked Ryne.
	"How?  I don't have any pictures left," asked Aaron.
	"We could play 'Strip' Blackjack," answered Ryne.
	Aaron paused a second to think.  He didn't really know if this
was such a good idea.  He though it was wrong but it was too good to
pass up.  Also he was afraid of losing Ryne's friendship.  Although
the two had been friends forever, Aaron always worried that he would
lose Ryne who was his only friend.  Ryne was smarter, better looking,
more athletic, and always seemed to be 'cooler' than him.  While they
were both on the sophomore football team together, Ryne was a starting
wide-receiver and cornerback while Aaron was a backup defensive tackle
and only ever got to play on special teams.  Ryne was friends with all
the 'cool' guys, while Aaron always felt that he was just tagging along
because he was Ryne's friend.  "Ok, if you want too, but I don't 
think its fair that you have all the pictures to lose before you have
to take anything off," he finally responded.
	"We won't count them.  If I lose I'll have to start taking off my
clothes too.  And when someone loses, they just take off a piece of 
clothing.  The other person doesn't get it,"  said Ryne as he dealt
the first hand, which he lost.  He removed one of his K-Swiss tennis
shoes.  After a few hands the two boys had both lost their shoes and
socks, and were left with just their shirts, pants, and underwear.
There was a tension in room that was keeping them both rock hard even
though they both hadn't looked at the nude pictures recently.
	Aaron lost the next hand.  As he was slowly pulling his t-shirt
over his head and dirty blonde hair, Ryne watched him and reached down
and quickly adjusted his dick in his pants so his hard-on wouldn't
be as obvious.  Ryne won again and peaded out of the corner of his
eyes to watch Aaron remove his pants, as he shuffled the cards.
Aaron's seven-inch uncircumsized cock was as hard as steel and fromed
a tent in the front of his white cotton briefs.  As he sat back
down crosslegged, he put his arms down to try and hide his erection.
Ryne dealt the next hand, trying not to stare at Aaron's erect dick.
	Aaron flipped over his cards and yelled, "Blackjack!"  He
tossed the cards to Ryne and waited for his friend to remove his black
Depeche Mode t-shirt.  Ryne reached down and grabbed the bottom of the 
t-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head and off, making sure to flex 
his arms and chest as he did so.  Aaron marveled at the well-defined
muscles of Ryne's stomach, chest, and arms.
	Ryne dealt the next hand.  Aaron lost again.  "Ok, off with
your underwear," said Ryne excitedly.  Aaron's cheeks were burning
as he got up and quickly stepped out of his underwear and sat back 
down hiding his penis behind his crossed arms.  "Hey, no fair.  You
have to move your arms," ordered Ryne.  Aaron moved his arms and
put them at his side.
	Ryne stared at his friends erect member jutting up from a 
small patch of blondish/brownish pubic hair for a few seconds before
dealing another hand.  This time Ryne busted and had to remove his 
pants.  The head of his six-inch cock was poking through the 
waistband of his briefs as he took off his pants.  As Aaron watched he
brazenly reached into his underpants and adjusted his dick so that
when he sat back down it rested in the grove where his right leg joined
his body.  He picked back up the cards and shuffled again.  Then he
dealt another hand, which he won.
	"I'm out of clothes, what do I do now?" asked Aaron.
	"You have to play with yourself for thirty seconds," said Ryne.
	Aaron swallwed hard and started to slowly stroke his dick with
his left hand as Ryne counted to thirty.  Ryne watched as a tiny drop of
pre-cum formed at the tip of Aaron's cock.  Aaron made long strokes
starting at the base, forcing the foreskin over the head, where it hit
the drop of pre-cum.  After Ryne got to thirty, Aaron quickly took his
hand off.  He was so excited that he had almost cum.
	Ryne, wearing only his underwear, which had a small wetspot
from pre-cum leaking from his penis, dealt the next hand.  He lost.  It
was Aaron's turn to watch as Ryne started to remove his underwear.
Ryne put his legs out in front of him and supporting himself with his
right hand, lifted his ass off the carpet.  With his left hand he grabbed
the back of his boxers and pulled them down to his thighs, making sure 
Aaron got a good look at his lean muscular legs.  Then he put his butt
back down and used both hands to pull them the rest of the way off.
The whole time he did it he stared at Aaron's face and watched his 
friend stare at his cock, balls,  and black hair.  After his underwear
was off, Ryne pulled his knees up to his chest.  Ryne smirked as he
saw the slight smile disappear from Aaron's face.
	"Hey, that's not fair!  I had to show mine, you have to hsow
yours," protested Aaron.  Ryne crossed his legs and reached for the 
deck of cards.
	Aaron won the next hand.  He smiled at Ryne.  "Your turn,
let's go."  Then he started to count to thirty, making sure to wait
for Ryne to start.
	Ryne let out a small laugh and grabbed his circumsized cock
and started to stroke it.  He would stroke it slowly then give it a 
couple quick stokes then slow down again.  Making sure to keep
himself from coming.  After Aaron got to thrity he gave it a couple
more brief strokes then stopped.  He picked up the cards and dealt
what would be the last hand.  He lost. "Now I have to play with yours
for thirty seconds,"  said Ryne as he set down the cards.
	Ryne slid across so that he was sitting in-between Aaron's 
legs, his own legs on top of Aaron's.  He reached down and grabbed 
Aaron's rod.
	Aaron almost jumped when Ryne grabbed his dick.  It felt
weird to have someone else holding his dick.  He let out a low moan as
Ryne began to slowly stroke it.  He closed his eyes and leaned back
supporting himself with his hands.  He barely remember to start counting.
	Ryne had been wanting to do this with his best friend for
almost a year but he had never been able to actually get up the courage
to try before.  Ryne's feelings for males had first awakened when he was
flipping through his Dad's Hustler magazines and seen ads for All-Male
pornography in the back.  When he masturbated at home Ryne would
always beat off to the pictures of guys fucking and sucking in the back,
always trying to imagine what was behind the little black dots and 
stars that covered up the point of penetration.  At first he had been
really confused because he didn't think he was a fag because he still
liked girls and was sexually attracted to them.  But then only fags
liked other guys. Then he had seen a small ad for a 'Bi Video' which
showed a picture of a guy fucking a women while he sucked another guy's
dick.  It dawned on the young boy that he must be 'Bi'.
	When Aaron reached thirty, Ryne didn't stop.  He took his 
free hand and started running it over Aaron's hairless chest.  He ran it
down to his stomach then back up towards his shoulder.  He stopped at
the shoulder and gently pushed Aaron down to the carpet.  Then Ryne got
on his knees, leaned over and licked the head of Aaron's cock.  Aaron's
cock tasted a little salty from the pre-cum, but it wasn't bad. Ryne
took the head of Aaron's cock into his mouth and sucked.
	Aaron let out a little yelp when Ryne started giving him a 
blowjob.  While the feeling was wonderful, Aaron was being torn up
inside by his emotions.  He had been attracted to Aaron ever since he
hit puberty.  Aaron usually thought about Ryune when he was jacking off.
When the guys made jokes about faggots and what they did, Aaron
always was imagining doing those tings with Ryne, but had never
come on to Ryne because he was too scared.  Unfortunately for Aaron
everything he had ever learned said that what he was doing and what he
was feeling was a sin and was perveted.  The Church and his religious 
parents said it was an abomination and a sin against GOD and the he 
would burn in HELL for it.  In the Boy Scouts, his Scoutmaster had 
said that FAGGOTS were sick and perverted and that it was OK to hit
a faggot or anyone that tried to do fagget things to them.  The 
pleasure of the moment was winning out over the guilt and Aaron let out
a moan as Ryne tried to 'deep-throat' him.
	Ryne couldn't take the cock all the way without gagging.  He
took it out of his mouth and held it in his hand while he started licking
the head and underside.  He put it back in his mouth, curled his lips
over his teeth so as not to scrap it (a mistake he had made a second 
earlier and been notified by a twitch and a yelp from Aaron), and
started to bob his head up and down on Aaron's spit slinked cock.
With his hands that where now free he started rubbing Aaron's legs
and slowly worked his way up Aaron's stomach and chest.
	"Ohh..." moaned Aaron in pure ectasy.  He was trying to hold
back to keep himself from coming.  But the pleasure was too much.
"I'm going to cum!" He tried to warn Ryne.
	Ryne felt Aaron's cock start to jerk in his mouth and felt
Aaron's cum explode into his mouth.  He bravely kept sucking and tried 
to swallow it all but it was too much, he started to gag.  He half-
coughing and choking pulled his head off of Aaron's dick which was 
starting to soften.  Ryne looked down and smiled with his cum ocated
lips at Aaron.  "Was that fun?" asked Ryne.
	"Oh man that was awesome," said Aaron with a huge smile on his
face.  He looked up at Ryne with cum all over his lips and chin, and
laughed.  "Your pretty face is a mess my friend," he said laughing.
	Ryne licked his lips and wiped off his chin with his hand.
"Mmmmmm" moaned Ryne as he licked Aaron's cum off his hand.
	Aaron screwed up his courage and said, "Ok now its my turn."
	Ryne jumped up and lay down face up on the bed.  "Put your
money where your mouth is dude!" challenged Ryne.
	"How about I put my mouth on your money?" joked Aaron as
he climbed onto the bed.  He lay down at the foot of the bed so his
head was lined up with Ryne's cock which was still rock hard.  He
started by playing with Ryne's balls.  Then he gave Ryne's dick a few
tenative licks.
	"Don't be afraid, it's not going to bite," said Ryne.
	Aaron took the head into his mouth, remembering not to
scrap it with his teeth.  He slowly started to take more and more of it
into his mouth.  Even though Ryne's dick was almost an inch shorter
and a little bit skinnier, Aaron wasn't able to take all of it into his
mouth.  He got about four inches of it in and then to keep from 
gagging pulled off until he had just the tip.  He started to go down
again when Ryne reached down and started running his hands through
Aaron's hair.
	Ryne clenched his buttocks and slowly started thrusting up as
Aaron went down on him.  The pleasure was almost overwhelming.
Ryne grabbed onto Aaron's head and started to fuck his mouth.  Ryne
was in heaven.  He didn't have any of Aaron's religious hang-ups having
been to church twice in his whole life, once with Aaron's family, and 
the scouts was the one thing that the two boys didn't do together.
	A couple of minutes later Ryne was ready to cum.  He let go of
Aaron's head, "Here I cum," he said between pants.  Aaron made every 
effort to please his friend and swallow it all but was only mildly more
successful then Ryne was.  When Ryne was done coming Aaron licked
the extra cum off his lips and cleaned Ryne's limp cock off with his
tongue.
	Out of the corner of his eye, Ryne saw the clock.  "Shit, I've
got to get home for dinner.  I'll call you when I'm done. I should be 
able to get out of the house for a couple of hours tonight.  When
is your sister coming home?"
	"She's not coming home until nine.  She left me money to
order a pizza.  Call me after your done with dinner," said Aaron
as Ryne hurridly dressed.
	After Ryne had dressed and run out, Aaron stretched out on 
the bed and relieved the afternoon over and over again in his mind.