Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 20:12:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Unspoken Nature Of Friends

*****Please Read******

This story is true-sort of. Over the years I've talked with dozens of boys
(and men) who've voiced what is written in this story. A majority of the
story however comes from three sets of boys aged 13-15 from three different
countries in totally different places on the globe. It really is their
story that I'm reporting. This story was proof read by a friend, a
professor, who swears that the first part of the story so accurately
depicts male adolescent growth development that it could be used as
educational text.

If you, the reader, are a boy who is going through the trials depicted in
this story, please take heart in knowing that you are not alone and there
are many boys out here just like you and many others who understand.

As always, feedback or other correspondence is always welcome

Hugs,
Tag Michaels

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It happens. It happens a lot. It's happened a lot in the million plus years
that boys have been inhabiting the planet and it's gonna continue to happen
for another million or so years. Assuming that the race lives that long.

You grow up together, becoming friends in early to mid childhood, drawn
together as much by the things that you have in common as those that you
don't. Often, you take on a characteristic, hobby or thought that you find
appealing in your friend, and even while maintaining your own identity and
sense of self, you create a deeper bond.  You argue, you have fights,
sometimes don't speak to each other for a while, but you always come back
together because you're best friends and that's what best friends do. You
each make new friends, hang out with them from time to time or invite them
to cruise it with you, but it's always your best friend that you're closest
too, that you're with the most, your best friend that you share your
secrets with, your fears, your dreams and disappointments. You miss him
when you're apart, your belly sometimes tingles when you know you're going
to see him and hang out together, doing all the different things that boys
do. You don't know it but what you're feeling is love. A pure form of love
that people strive for but rarely achieve after puberty hits and colors
one's feelings and perceptions. It's a love that for the most part isn't
even remotely close to being sexual.

But some times the friendship does become sexual. Boys will be boys after
all and with a best friend it's normal and safe to explore that part life
with each other. Lots of times it's not sexual at all, while other times
the desire to be sexual is present but neither boy acts on that because
after all, you don't want to be thought of as being a fag, of being gay and
you're worried that if you make a move, or even suggest one, your best
friend won't be a friend any more. But the fact is, that when you've shared
all your secrets and fears, the only thing left to give is your body and
because he's your best friend and you truly love him, you're willing to go
there, despite the fact that socialization has taught you that only fags do
that sort of shit.

The real big problem comes at puberty. All those urges and surges are
slamming through your body; your cock seems to be hard all the fucking time
whether you want it to be or not and while a boner is just about the
greatest thing since sliced bread, and therefore almost always welcome, it
isn't welcome in the middle of math class when you're called to the board
to work out a problem. Or when you're in PE and naked in the locker room
along with a dozen or so other naked boys where some poor bastard-usually
the same boy-always gets a woody. It isn't even really welcome when, for
some reason or another, you're undressing in front of your friend and your
traitorous cock stretches out to greet him. You're caught in a huge dilemma
because there's a remote possibility that he's hard to, that maybe he's
been wanting to do stuff but on the other hand you don't want him to see
that you're aroused because if your wrong.

 So you're having all these changes along with new and intense feelings;
getting hairs, your cock is getting bigger and you carefully measure it at
least once a week. Your balls are getting bigger too and they're dropping,
like eggs hanging in your sac and not held up tight to your body like a
little boy. You get unfamiliar tinglings in your belly and sometimes your
balls. Sometimes it seems like the entire area between your belly button
and your knees is afire with feelings that you will eventually associate
with the overwhelming need to cum. And of course the ultimate change, now
you can make sperm.

You discover jacking off, spending countless hours experimenting with
positions and techniques as well as various personal challenges like; how
far you can shoot, how much cum you can make, how many time a day you can
squirt and man oh man when you cum it's the most intense fucking feeling
you've ever felt in your entire young life and you wish it would last
forever. You try out various fantasies too, finding those things that
really get you hard or help take you over the edge, making you squint your
eyes shut and buck your hips in the air as every nerve in your young body
seems to be located in your rock hard cock as your sperm blasts out onto
your heaving torso, sometimes hitting your chest but often turning your
belly button into a little puddle of white goo. Sometimes all you can do is
lay there afterwards, your whole body almost shaking from the feelings.

Then somewhere along the line two things happen. There isn't a certain time
that they happen and there isn't any order to them. Its not like one always
happens first or anything, but one of the things that happen is; you
discover that you don't really like girls. They're okay for friends but for
sex, they don't do it for you. You can't imagine putting your cock anywhere
near them, don't want to hold or suck on those globs of fat they call tits
and looking at a picture of a cunt in a stroke book almost makes you want
to throw up. You don't get what guys find so appealing in that scraggly
bush with all it's holes and folds and stuff. You find yourself thinking
more and more about that cute blonde boy in English class, or the sullen
skater boy with pants so baggy you can see his Joe Boxers most of the time
and if you're lucky, sometimes you'll catch a glimpse of his butt crack or
a little frontal fuzz. Or maybe it's the high school jock, the football
captain with those big muscles and firm butt or the kid on the swim team
that makes you drool every time you see him in his very full Speedos. You
even consider joining the wrestling team because there's a good chance that
your face will end up in some boy's crotch then you give up the plan for
the obvious reasons. You discover that, finding a particular male teacher
is really hot isn't reserved just for the girls either. You find yourself
jacking off as you visualize one of the nicely cocked boys in your PE class
or the locker room at the public pool, hoping that at least one of them
feels the way you do but knowing that they don't. Sometimes you don't think
about it or question it, this new fascination with other boys, but in this
day in age its really hard not to because it's all around you and you do
think about it, you question, why me, because you do know what it is.  Gay.
You figure out that you're a gay boy, maybe a bi boy.  And either way that
just scares the living shit right outta you.

The other thing that happens is that you fantasize about your best friend.
Maybe you've seen him naked, maybe you haven't. Not all best friends take
the liberty of allowing each other to see their growing boyhood charms.
But if you haven't seen his cock, you want to, and if you have seen it, you
want to see it again. You find yourself sneaking little glances at the
front of his jeans and when you spend the night together at one or the
other's house and it's time to crash you hope he's wearing briefs and not
boxers because boxers hide everything. Sometimes you wake up at night and
risk looking "down there" in hopes that he has a boner or maybe you can see
something sticking out. If you're really daring you might even touch him or
lift the loose leg of a boxer to peek up inside. You start wondering what
it would be like to suck his cock, to see him cum, maybe even taste his
creamy sperms. You wonder what it would be like to kiss his perfect lips
and have him kiss you back, to do all those things to you that you dream
about doing to him. You wonder what it would be like to have his cock
shoved up your tight little ass, or your cock shoved in his, shooting your
sperm deep inside his body or his into yours, the symbolism somehow making
you even closer than you were.

Fuck, it hurts so much, the feelings that you have and oh man; you want to
be with him in the worst way. You jack off thinking about him and you're
dying to do things with him but you can't and you won't. You know in your
heart that he's just as straight as you are gay. You just know it so you
try to be really careful, you try not to do or say anything that might give
your gayness away. You know in your heart that if he found out, he wouldn't
like you any more, that you wouldn't be friends any more, let alone best
friends. You don't take the time to consider the fact that, no matter what
he did, he would always be your best friend and you would love him no
matter what, so why couldn't he possibly feel the same way about you. That
never occurs to you cuz you're gay and you know the whole world hates gays
so why not your best friend. In fact, he's probably made comments about
gays, about this thing or that being gay, about that geeky fag kid at
school or some man who stares at you when you're out and about. All the
more proof that you need to hide cuz why would he want to be friends with a
gay kid, a fag, a cocksucker.

There is one further complication that bears mentioning. It seems that a
lot of the time he is better than you are, at everything. He's cuter, has a
perfect complexion and straight white teeth and has an awesome hairstyle
while your hair just seems to be ratty and unkempt and you can never get it
to do anything. He's in better shape and has a body that's better than
yours because he excels at sports, or almost anything he decides to try. No
matter what he wears it always looks cool on him. His personality is the
most aweseomest in school. Everybody likes him; he's friends with almost
everybody, he can talk to anybody-even teachers- about anything and always
has a snappy comeback whereas you always seem to be at a loss for words and
if you speak it sounds lame and you feel self conscious around people
except geeks and nerds. He can be a tough guy. He doesn't seem afraid of
anybody or anything and will fight when necessary. You will fight too, if
you have to, but it seems like you always get the shitty end of the stick.
He's the leader and you're the follower. He's always willing to take a
risk, often skirting the law, goading you into taking risks with him. God,
how you love him. And you want to tell him so badly. But you don't.

And so it was with Brian and Chaz, Chaz being short of course for Charles
and infinitely more cool than, say, Chuck or Chick or Chicky or even
Chuckey. If the names had been reversed Brian just knew that people would
have called him one of those lame nicknames or maybe even plain old
Charles. That's just the way the world seemed to work.

The boys had known each for what seemed like forever and in each boy's eyes
they were buds, pals, best friends. Chaz was just so fucking cool in
Brian's eyes and the boy's feelings for the cute young teen harbored on, if
not actually were, adoration. Brian knew that he loved Chaz in every sense
of the word and in his heart he knew that Chaz loved him back but while
Brian would have had no problem telling Chaz his feelings if it came down
to it, he knew there was no way Chaz would actually say to Brian that he
loved him. Chaz was too macho for that. He was all boy, from the tip of his
wavy brown haired head to his perfect toes, and he projected that image in
almost everything he did.

The two young teens did virtually everything together. They shared some of
the same classes at the inner city school they attended, spent at least one
weekend night at one or the other's home, often both nights. When one boy's
family did something special the other boy was always invited to attend,
although Brian's family only consisted of a working mom so they didn't
really do stuff. Both boys loved to skate and spent most of their free time
rolling the city streets. Of course Chaz was the better skater, learning
new tricks and mastering them rapidly, encouraging Brian to be better than
he thought he could be.

The one thing that Brian excelled at was drawing. What Chaz could
accomplish in physical activities Brian did on paper. He could draw almost
anything and he did so with an uncanny accuracy that put Chaz in total awe
of his talent.

"Fuck I wish I could draw like you do B," Chaz told Brian on more than one
occasion. Brian had retorted once that it was the only thing that he could
do whereas Chaz could do everything well. Chaz surprised Brian with his
answer, delivered in a quiet voice.

"It's only stuff that I can do B. It doesn't mean anything. You have a real
talent and I'd trade what I can do for what you can do in a heartbeat."
Brian was pretty much taken aback by Chaz's statement, not so much for the
content, although it meant a lot to Brian, but the way Chaz said it. It
made Brian want to strive to be better than he already was.

About twelve years and some months old, puberty was getting cranked up in
the boys. Brian was discovering that he was gay and Chaz's straight boy
persona was developing. The problem, at least for Brian, was that Chaz was
growing into a little hottie and Brian's feelings for his best friend were
changing into a sexual attraction. It was the gay version of the childhood
sweetheart's thing. As they moved into teenage hood, Chaz never gave off
any indication that his sexual interests were in line with Brian's. As they
rounded the corner on fourteen years old however, Chaz would toss of a
remark, or do something that acknowledged that both boys were sexually
mature and sometimes those things were, if not gay, then at least gay
tolerant.  Of course, it may have been that Chaz felt safe in his best
friend's company.  Maybe Chaz felt he could goof off and be his playful
self without the kind of backlash that he might have experienced had he
been in the company of boys that were considerably less than his best
friends. Or maybe he just plain had balls. Now that would be all Chaz.

Once, after the boys had spent a Saturday afternoon on their boards, they
were lying on the grass in a park, just resting and soaking in the warmth
of a spring day. Brian had got to thinking about a story he'd read on the
nifty website about a boy like himself having sex with a college student
and suffice it to say he copped a woody but it was warm and he was half
asleep so he didn't bother to even try to hide it.

"Dude you better hide that thing," Chaz said with a chuckle. Brian opened
his eyes and saw what Chaz was talking about and responded,

"Naw, no need to." The boys were laughing about it and Chaz says,

"Dude, look," as he looked down at his own groin and when Brian looked he
saw that Chaz was just as hard he was. And to top it off his best friend
looked like his was bigger than Brian's own six inches of boy cock. Then
Chaz says,

"Dude, I'll do you if you'll do me." Brian's little heart did flip-flops.
His best friend was talking about sucking each other's cock. His hot best
friend, who he loved more than anyone in the whole world, who he dreamed
about being sexy with was saying he'd suck Brian if Brian would suck him
and even if he was just goofing, it was still a significant statement from
a boy who was supposedly straight as an arrow.

"Don't say something unless you mean it," Brian told his friend the rolled
toward him. "Kiss me," he said to Chaz who responded by reaching out and
affectionately grasping both sides of Brian's head then head butting
him. The boys began a wrestling match during which Brian was made well
aware that his best friend was still hard as a rock. They finally gave up
and rolled apart and nothing more was said regarding their inflated
appendages but that night Brian jacked off thinking about the experience
while wondering if Chaz was doing, or had done, the same thing, hoping that
he had.

About a month and a half later, after another day of skating, they stopped
at a sidewalk magazine stand and Chaz picked up something with Hayden
Christensen on the cover.

"Shit, is that the kid from Star Wars? I'd do him." Brian was, if not
shocked, about as surprised as he could be.  They looked through the
magazine, finding the collection of photos of the young star and one in
particular was fairly revealing; a leather pant no shirt sort of thing.

"Fuck I'm not even gay and I'd do him," Chaz remarked and of course Brian
chirped in with,

"Me too, I'd do him too." It would be fair to say that the boys could have
gone a little further in their conversation and maybe Brian would have
gotten Chaz to say even more stuff but unfortunately that wasn't to be. The
owner of the stand heard him and rudely told the boys to leave. Once again,
later that night, Brian jacked off thinking of the conversation and
wondering how Chaz would look with a cock in his beautiful mouth and
sucking on it with the same intensity that Brian would if given a chance.

Life went on as usual; school, skating, sleepover's and just generally
screwing around. From time to time Chaz would make a comment about sexual
acts between boys like "doing someone" or something like that. Brian didn't
place a whole lot of thought or hopes on it because that was just Chaz's
way. It was just the way he talked. Despite any hopes on Brian's part that
Chaz would actually "do" something, Brian just knew that his best friend
never meant any of the things that he said. Chaz was just goofing, he was
being Chaz.

Another idyllic month passed without anything of paramount importance going
on. One day the boys had been out skating and for whatever reason had
gotten fairly muddy. The had gone to Brian's so that he could change
clothes then afterwards they were going to Chaz's so that he could do the
same.

"I'm gonna take a shower and get some of this mud off Chaz," Brian said as
he started to take of his shirt.

"You gonna put on a show for me," Chaz asked with a shit eating grin. Brian
decided to play along; taking his time and doing a pseudo strip show and
being all sexy for his best friend. For his part, Chaz was clapping and
encouraging Brian to continue, saying things like,

"Oh baby, take it off" and "Show me what you got" and "You hot thing," and
similar words of encouragement.  By the time that Brian got down to his
briefs his fourteen-year old cock was young boy hard, his flesh pressing
against the thin cotton fabric of his Jocky briefs.  He had his back to
Chaz and he was scared. He didn't want to take his underwear off and have
chaz get all freaked out cuz Brian got a boner from the whole thing but on
the other hand he was dying for his friend to see it and maybe, just maybe
be willing to do something, anything sexy. Either way Chaz wasn't having
it, he wanted the whole show.

"Dude, you gotta do it I paid good money." So Brian decided what the fuck
and turned while dropping his briefs, his hard young cock bounding out like
a puppy dog to greet Chaz. His friend's response took him by total
surprise.

"Whoa duuuude, nice one." Both boys just stood there for a moment then Chaz
said in a soft voice, "Are you aroused by this?"  Brian nodded his head.

"Yeah, sort of. I just sorta got hard dude. Sorry." Brian got his second
shock because Chaz said, still in his soft voice,

"Bri, it's okay. Look, I got hard too." Chaz smiled then said, "Nooooot"
and jumped on Brian and they began wrestling, Brian naked and hard, which
at first didn't seem to bother Chaz. Brian could tell that his friend was
just as hard as he was, could feel Chaz's hard cock pressing against him as
they wrestled. It only lasted about twenty seconds because Chaz stopped all
of a sudden as though he realized what he was doing and what he was feeling
and seemed sort of freaked out by the whole thing.

"I'm gonna go home and change Bri, meet me at my house," and all of a
sudden he was gone, leaving Brian in a very confused and still highly
charged state. He thought that Chaz had been into it, he knew that his
friend had gotten just as turned on as he had, he'd seen it and he'd felt
Chaz's hard cock inside his friends jeans. His confusion didn't stop him
from jacking off however, shooting cum clear to his chest as he relived the
memory and fantasized about what Chaz's cock really looked like.

What Brian didn't know was that Chaz had been turned on as well. Seeing his
friend do the strip show had put a lot of life into the seven and half
inches of teenage cock that was hiding in the boy's pants. Seeing Brian's
hard cock, seeing that his best friend was just as hard as he was made the
boy even hotter. Confused, but hot.  Wrestling with Brian, feeling Brian's
naked body and hard cock pressed against him was too much for Chaz to
take. He had to cum. He had to jack off and release the incredible tension
that made his whole body as tight as an over wound clock but there was no
way he could tell Brian that. Brian would think it was too weird and Chaz
simply couldn't risk that. In his heart he would have loved to strip off
his pants and lie along side Brian on his bed and make love to his cock,
watching Brian do the same thing. Like Brian, Chaz would have been driven
to one of the best spermings he'd ever had. But he lacked the courage to do
it. Was freaked out at how Brian might respond, what Brian might think. And
he was freaked out over the fact that he'd gotten turned on by watching
another boy strip and seeing another boy's hard cock. So, he raced home,
stripped naked and jacked off, standing in front of his bedroom mirror and
humped his hips into the tightened fist that held his thick boyhood pride
and joy, and watched in awe as his swollen cock head spurted his sperm out
all over the floor.

Neither boy said anything about the incident cuz most boys just don't do
that. It's okay when you're in the middle of it and the air is thick with
testosterone and sex but man, when you're out and away from it, you keep
your lips zipped cuz after all, how embarrassing would that be. And how
gay?

School was soon out for the summer and both boys were excited as all
hell. Chaz's dad was taking them on a camping trip for ten days and as it
turned out, his dad's best friend was coming along as well. So it was that
the first day of their summer vacation the boys headed off for a week of
life in the out doors. Because shower facilities were as scarce as privacy,
Brian finally got to see Chazzie full on naked, something he'd dreamed
about and jacked off thinking about for days before they left. Brian was
enthralled with his best friends boy parts, a solid seven and a half inches
of cock, large balls in a smooth sac. He also got a chance to see the two
adult males naked, a first for the young teen and all in all, Brian spent
some time hiding the woody's that he kept popping.

The sleeping arrangements were equally communal, a pop up camp trailer
being the bedroom of choice for Chaz's dad and crew, the men sleeping on
one side and the boys on the other without a heck of a lot of room between
the two groups. One night toward the end of the trip Brian was lying there,
half awake, when Chaz rolled over and put his arm across Brian's waist and
pulled the two boys together. Brian felt Chaz's stone hard cock pressing
into his butt. Brian's thoughts were that Chaz was so deep in sleep that he
didn't know what he was doing but that of course didn't stop Brian from
springing a bone, a really hard serious one. He pushed gently backwards
into Chaz, reveling in the feelings of having his best friend's large cock
pressed into him, as close as you can get and only a short step from having
that cock up his tight little ass, another of Brian's frequent jack off
fantasy.

Chaz finally rolled away from Brian who immediately rolled onto his back,
tugged his shorts down and began stroking his swollen cock. Just as he was
getting into it Chaz seemed to wake up.

"Dude, are you wanking it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just had too," Brian whispered back.

"I got one too dude, I'm so hard," Chaz responded, to which Brian replied,

"That's cool, then just do it." Brian shoved their blanket down and Chaz
didn't need any more invitation than that and tugged his own shorts off,
freeing up his big cock, much to Brian's infinite delight, and started
stroking it in earnest right from the start. There was just enough outside
light coming through the rayon camper sides to see by, allowing both boys
to watch each other, which they did.  A fog of hotness quickly enveloped
both of them as feelings of sexiness roared through their bodies, neither
of them realizing that they could have been sharing this experience for
months if they'd only let themselves trust each other all along.  Of course
Brian would have dropped his pants at the merest hint from Chaz that his
friend was willing, that is if Brian could have recognized a hint for what
it was. As for Chaz, well, the idea of jacking off with another boy may or
may not have entered his head but, given his macho all boy attitude.
Generally, for boys like Chaz, the idea of jacking off with another boy
doesn't occur to them except in the moment, like when Brian was stripping
for him, or then, in the camper's dim light, both boys horny with the need
to cum. On the other hand, they were best friends and even straight boys
sometimes have sexy thoughts about their best friend.

They came at the same time, both sets of boy sperm makers giving up the
nectar of life, blasting out from their cocks in thick ropey strands, their
bodies stiffened from the feelings, butts raised slightly off of the bed of
the camper. Brian was in a rapture. This was close to his most desired
dream come true, to see his best friend, rock hard cock in hand, totally
immersed in the throes of a teenage orgasm, his warm young sperm pouring
out onto his heaving body. Chaz moaned at the feelings and no wonder. This
was about as hot as it ever got for the cute young teen; watching his best
friend jack off and then cum, knowing that Brian was feeling the same
things as he was. And that was the crux of it, associating with what your
friend was feeling.

"Are you guys okay?" a whispered voice said as Stan turned to look at the
boys. The man sort of pretended not to see what the boys were doing but of
course he knew. How could he not know, being only a few feet away, and the
fact that he did see was confirmed a moment later as he rolled back away
from the boys and with a chuckle said,

"Get some sleep boys." They cleaned themselves up and went back to sleep.
The next morning Stan, that was Chaz's dad's friend, was gathering clothes
to be washed and said to Brian, "I know you have something to be washed so
just through it on the pile." Brian almost died from embarrassment and
looked away but Stan chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair saying, "Be cool
dude, it's okay." Chaz on the other hand was somewhat subdued, leaving
Brian to think that his friend may have been freaked out by the whole
thing. Brian finally said something about it.

"Dude, you know, it was really hot what we did last night."

"Yeah, you think so?" Chaz asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I do," Brian replied. Chaz seemed somewhat relieved at hearing
Brian's revelation and began acting more like his normal Chazzie self.

Later in the day the four guys were horsing around in the ocean where
they'd camped and Chaz's father got his son up on his shoulders for a horse
fight against Brian and Stan. Brian thought the boys were too big for that
sort of game but reasoned that in light of the men's size compared to their
own, it seemed okay. The boys engaged in the ages old ritual, the men
holding them in place with their hands on the boy's legs. Somewhere along
the line Stan pulled Brian in close to him and Brian's cock was pressed
hard against the Man's neck. The feelings of having Stan's hands on his
legs and his fourteen year old cock rubbing against the man's neck caused
Brian to go hard almost instantly. Brian managed to get Chaz unhorsed and
while the two opponents were splashing about in the water and no one could
see, Stan reached up behind Brian and put his hands on the boy's slender
little butt and pulled him in tight while pushing his head back into
Brian's hard cock. Stan looked up at Brian and asked,

"What's that boy?" Brian was totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Stan, I couldn't help it," Brian said.

"It's cool, it happens to all of us," the older man replied, "I got one too
and I'm in cold water." Chaz got back on his dad's shoulders and the fight
continued and Brian was afraid that he was going to cum just from the
feelings of his hard cock rubbing and pressing against Stan's neck and
knowing that the man was hard too.  When he finally got off of Stan's
shoulders Brian could hardly walk he was so hard.

"I gotta piss," he said, and headed toward the shore. The big surprise came
when Stan said,

"I have to piss too, I'll go with you," and headed out along side the boy.
They walked into the woods a little bit and Stan said it was far enough.
Brian's belly felt like a zillion butterflies were having a battle inside
and he didn't know what he was gonna do. Here he was, young boy rock assed
hard in the presence of an adult.  Flashing his hard cock in front of Chaz
was one thing but doing it in front of a man was another. On the other
hand, he was a gay boy and being sexy with another male regardless of any
age difference was exciting.

"I don't think I can pee Stan, I'm too hard," Brian told the man.

"So am I Brian so I guess we'll have to take care of that first," Stan told
him as he hauled out his cock and started stroking it. Brian was amazed.
Stan was big, hairy, a football kind of guy and here he was, his big cock
as hard as a young boy and jacking off in front of Brian as though it was
nothing. It was hot and Brian really wanted to put the man's cock in his
mouth but of course didn't. Instead, he tugged his own shorts down, freeing
his raging hard boy toy and began stroking it while he watched Stan stroke
his cock just as Stan was watching Brian stroke his. It was too much for a
young teen whose hormones were already running rampant, and Brian groaned
out almost immediately as he came, sperm flying out the end of his cock
into the bushes. Watching the cute young boy squirt was more than Stan
could take too and Brian, who was watching his own cock spew out sperm,
heard Stan groan out "fuuuck" as he came. Brian watched as copious amounts
of thick white goo blasted from Stan's swollen cock head into the bushes to
die along side Brian's younger sperm. As soon as both cocks stop dripping
Stan turned and hugged Brian telling him how cool it was that they jacked
off together but not to say anything. Of course in his own mind, Brian was
thinking,

"Dude, I'm standing here naked in the woods, hugging a man I just jacked
off with. Like, who am I gonna tell."  He doesn't say that and of course,
he doesn't tell Chaz what happened although Chaz thought the whole thing
kind of strange, wondering why the two guys didn't just piss in the water
away from where they were swimming or why Stan needed to follow Brian. Be
that as it all may, they headed back and dove back into the water and
continue goofing around as though nothing at all happened. The rest of the
trip was uneventful although Brian though that Stan was watching him quite
a bit, especially when they were all changing after a swim or a shower or
something.

Life plodded on with nothing much going on except skating. One night Chaz
snatched a couple of beers from his dad and the boys drank them, both of
them getting somewhat tipsy because they weren't drinkers. Brian was kind
of hoping that something might happen, even if it was only jacking off
together but the night passed on without anything coming up.

A few days later Brian found out that Chaz had in fact made note of the
time that Stan followed Brian out of the water to take a piss. They were
having a barbecue at Chaz's and Stan was there. Brian commented on the fact
that Stan seemed cool and Chaz agreed, adding,

"At least this time he didn't follow you when you went to take a piss."
Both boys laughed but inside Brian was wondering just what his friend had
thought about it; wondering if Chaz thought it had been a weird sort of
thing or not. What Chaz noticed though was that Stan seemed to watch Brian,
seemed to pay a lot of attention to him and the boy wondered about that,
thinking it a little strange but Brian was a totally rad guy and he didn't
have a father type person in his life so maybe Stan was feeling sorry for
him. Chaz knew that he felt a little sorry for Brian from time to time
because of his situation, of not having a dad and part of the reason was
that Chaz's parents were so cool, for parents that is. His dad took Chaz on
outings, like the camping trip and did lots of things with him, and even
though Brian was always welcome, it wasn't the same, at least in Chaz's
mind.  Maybe Stan was trying to be that father type person for Brian. Maybe
Stan could even hook it up with Brian's mom, how cool would that be?

The 4th of July rolled around and Brian and his mom spent the day at
Chaz's, had a barbecue and of course the obligatory fireworks. Stan was
there too and it seemed as though he and Brian's mom were getting quite
friendly, Brian's mother flirting with the older man. Brian had mixed
feelings about that. He loved his mom, wanted her to be happy and from what
he could tell in life, happiness often meant having someone special in your
life. On the other hand Brian had sort of had sex with Stan, at least been
sexual with the man so it was more than a little weird thinking of the man
being with Brian's mother. In a moment of whimsy he wondered to himself how
she would react if Brian told her what had happened, that he and Stan and
jacked off together. Of course he would never do that but still, it was
funny to think about it.

Friday appeared without fanfare and Brian was at Chaz's for the night.
They'd been out on their boards all day until Brian managed to injure
himself. Doing a crazy stunt and not paying attention he ended up pulling a
groin muscle, which hurt like a bitch. Stan was at Chaz's and insisted that
he take a couple of muscle relaxers. Stan was some sort of sports dude so
knew all that stuff. He also offered to massage Brian sometime over the
weekend if the pain persisted. Brian wasn't overly fooled by Stan's lame
attempt to get his hands on him, especially up close to his boy stuff where
the muscle pull was actually located.

So, Brian was spaced on drugs and Chaz decided to swipe a beer from his
dad. He knocked it back pretty quickly and took another, which followed the
first one in the same manner, quickly. Brian was on the computer, chatting
with a friend of his, Sean, an adult dude that he'd met through another
friend and who knew well the world of boys. Brian had processed quite a bit
of stuff during the six or seven months that he and Sean had been emailing,
the boy gaining some understanding of life, of his own life, of being gay
and of course, the feelings that he'd had for his best friend. Sean had
offered to email with Chaz as well in order to feel the boy out and get
some idea of what he was about. Sean was convinced that, given the
information Brian had provided, Chaz would be willing to play, even if that
only meant jacking off together, which of course ended up happening.

So Chaz emailed Sean and they were in the get to know you stage, Chaz
asking lots of questions about Brian which of course Sean wouldn't answer,
telling Chaz that most of those questions should be posed to Brian. For
Sean, the dialog with Chaz pretty well pointed to a boy who was fairly
macho, loved his friend, might be interested in pursuing something a little
more intimate but was scared to death that all those feelings made him gay
and for Chaz, being gay didn't seem to be an option.

"He's back Sean," Brian typed, "standing behind me. He doesn't have a shirt
on." Then Chaz typed in a hello to Sean, saying that he was leaning over
Brian, feeling a little tipsy from the beer. Sean made a comment about Chaz
rubbing his bare chest against Brian's head to which Chaz commented about
things getting hot.

"Oh man, Brian's got a boner," Chaz typed, then added, "It's cool."

"Now you need to get one Chaz," Sean typed.

"Wait, he's getting up, I'm gonna sit." Chaz sat down and he and Sean
engaged in a short dialog wondering what Brian was going to do with his
boner.

"Fuuuuuck," Chaz typed and when Sean asked what, he said "B just leaned
over and kissed me on the neck."  More dialog ensued about the fact that
the drugs were probably working on Brian and whether Chaz was okay with
Brian kissing him and he replied, "He can do whatever makes him feel
better." When asked if it was okay Chaz replied, "I don't want to say its
okay but, it's okay."

"I feel whacked," Chaz said. Sean asked him about what he said in a recent
email to Chaz about love and thinking that Chaz most likely did love Brian
and Chaz replied that he did but "It's not gay though, right?" Sean assured
the boy that it wasn't. "I'm gonna go get another beer," he wrote then all
of a sudden Brian was back at the key board.

"It's Bbbbbbbbbbbbb boy," he wrote. They talked a little bit about Brian's
kissing Chaz on the neck and Brian said that he just had to do it. "I want
to kiss other things too Sean," he added. They talked about Chaz seeming to
be okay with Brian kissing him then Brian said that Chaz was going to get
him a beer too and Sean told him that was not a good idea at all
considering he had taken muscle relaxers. A few minutes later Chaz returned
to the room, standing in the doorway with a shit- eating grin on his face.

"My cock went down a little bit but now it's back to being hard again,"
Brian typed. When asked if Chaz knew, Brian said that Chaz was standing
behind Brian reading what was being said. "Oh my gosh Sean, Chaz has a hard
cock too." There was a pause then, "And he just kissed me on the neck."
Pause, "He's kissing me on the shoulders now." Sean suggested that Brian
turn his head so that Chaz would have a shot at Brian's lips.

"Holy fuck. He's laughing so hard, he said he can't believe his first kiss
was a dude." Brian related that Chaz did in fact kiss him on the lips. Sean
suggested that they take of their pants and Brian asked what about if
Chaz's dad came in but the parents were in bed, it was after one in the
morning so the chances of the boys being caught were pretty nil.

"He said B show me your cock." Sean suggested that Chaz take his out as
well and as it turned out Chaz was reading the screen. Chaz's response was,
"Anything for Sean."

"Oh man Sean, his cock looks so sweet."  The boys changed places again and
Chaz was typing. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was typing
while Brian was standing next to him, playing with his own cock then he
took hold of Chaz's cock and began squeezing and slowly stroking it. Chaz
was in seventh heaven.  Brian's hand on his cock felt so fucking good to
the horny hot young teen that he was afraid that he would shoot sperm out
all over the fucking place. Brian's cock was almost sticking in Chaz's
face,

"It looks like a lolli-cock," the boy typed. Chaz was having a little bit
of difficulty with the whole scene. He was hot as all hell but still
clinging to the gay thing. He managed to resolve it by asking Sean to tell
them what to do.  So, Chaz took Brian's cock in his hand, and following
Sean's directions and covering his teeth, he took his best friends cock
into his mouth. He didn't really suck it or do anything else with it
because he had no experience to relate it too. Of course, just having it in
his mouth wasn't the same as sucking it either but he liked it just the
same. He reveled in the texture, the softness of Brian's skin yet the
hardness of his rigid shaft. All too soon it was over, he took the cock out
of his mouth.

Sean suggested that Brian then suck Chaz's cock but Brian was balking,
feeling a little shy. He had dreamed of sucking on Chaz, tasting his best
friend and now the opportunity was there. He finally asked Chaz if it was
okay if he did it, sucked on Chaz's cock. Needless to say Chaz was one
hundred percent in favor of it.

"Ooohh god," Chaz typed. "He's on the floor, oh God that feels good. He's
done this before Sean, he's so good at it, I just know he's done it. His
lips are so soft." Brian finally stopped and stood up, his cock all but
poking Chaz in the face. Following directions, Chaz took Brian's cock in
his mouth again and this time sucked on it.  He liked it, he liked how it
felt in his mouth, and of course he was so hot that he wasn't feeling any
concerns about being gay or not gay. Chaz was in the moment, a sexually
charged young teen who was ready to splatter the world in his cum.

Brian said, "let me sit in your lap CJ" CJ being another nick-name that
Chaz went by. A small discussion ensued as to what Brian had in mind, just
sitting there or actually having Chaz fuck him. What Brian had in mind was
having Chaz fuck him. He'd wanted his friend for so long, and now that the
door had been opened he wanted to go all the way, to have Chaz stuff his
big cock up Brian's butt and fill him with his sperm, making them as close
to brothers as two boys can get. Chaz wasn't ready for that quite yet. What
he wanted more than anything was to cum. He needed to squirt badly, to
empty his heavy sperm filled balls. Before anything else could be done or
said, Brian was back on the floor and took Chaz's swollen cock back into
his mouth.

"Oooh god, he's sucking me again. Oh man dude, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna
cum, oh yyyeeeeeeeessssssssss," he typed out. Chaz came like he'd never
come before, unloading jet after jet of his warm cum into Brian's mouth and
Brian, being a trooper, swallowed every single drop of his best friend's
offering. Brian finally stopped and stood up, once again his hard cock all
but poking Chaz in the face. Chaz didn't need much encouragement but took
brain's cock into his mouth and began sucking it, actually sucking and
moving his lips around and everything.

"Oh shiiiiit," Chaz typed, "he took his cock out of my mouth and shot his
cum all over my chest. Kool." Sean told him to be quick and take the cock
back into his mouth so he could taste Brian's sperm but he was too excited
over the fact that he sucked on Brian's cock cuz he typed it a couple of
times.

"Interesting, he's licking his cum off my chest." There was a pause, some
minor dialog then Chaz said,

"I'm gonna be mad at myself in the morning." Chaz was feeling the straight
boy aftermath of gay sex, coupled with the fact that he was getting sick to
his stomach, not from the sex but from the beer. Sean counseled him a
little bit about needing to feel okay with what happened then all of a
sudden Brian was typing. Chaz had gone into the bathroom and from Brian's
perspective Chaz didn't look so good. They talked a little bit, Brian
relating how cool it was that he'd finally had a mutual sexual experience
with Chaz but worried because Chaz was thinking Brian might be gay cuz of
how good he sucked on Chaz's cock. He told Sean he was worried that Chaz
might be really sick because he wasn't coming out of the bathroom and he
had a concern that sucking Brian's cock might have made him sick. Sean
assured Brian that the beer is what was making Chaz sick, not the cock
sucking. They discussed the fact that Chaz wanted sex with Brian as much as
Brian wanted sex with Chaz, although Brian contended that he probably
wanted it more.

Chaz finally came out of the bathroom looking totally like shit, having
puked his guts out. It was decided that both boys need to get to bed and
thus, they picked up their clothing and headed to Chaz's room where they
fell into bed, both still naked, and fell asleep.

In the morning, Brian was still very groggy while Chaz had a splitting
headache. The talked very briefly about what had happened and to Brian's
surprise Chaz kissed him on the lips and hugged him really tight, both boys
still naked and both boys rock hard. Brian told Chaz it was cuz of the
substances and Chaz agreed with him but also told him that it was cool, he
was okay with it.

"But we're not gay right?" he asked. Brian agreed with him because after
all, he couldn't bring himself to tell Chaz the truth, not yet. He was
still worried about losing him as a friend cuz he sucked Chaz's cock so
good and swallowed his sperm. Chaz hugged and kissed Brian again then went
back to sleep. Brian got up and emailed Sean right away, telling him what
had transpired then signed off saying he was all hard again and was going
to go take a shower and jack off.

Later in the morning Chaz emailed Sean as well, partially because Brian
said it was a good idea but also because Sean knew that Chaz was most
likely going to have second thoughts about what had happened. Sean was
surprised that Chaz was not only up beat about the experience, he liked it
and couldn't seem to get it out of his mind. He admitted that he had wanted
to do more with Brian and for Chaz that only meant one thing, fucking his
best friend, and he wanted it badly, even in the daylight without, alcohol
clouding his judgment. He also told Sean that it was hot having Sean there,
telling the boys what to do and almost seeing it happen. The biggest
problem, and one that Chaz would continue to deal with was the gay issue.
He was clear about still liking girls and he was having a very difficult
time seeing that his behavior and feelings about and toward Brian were a
fairly normal and loving thing as opposed to a gay thing.

That particular point is an issue that most straight boys deal with. They
have this longing, this intense sexual attraction to another boy, generally
their best friend, and they can't believe that it isn't gay. It isn't in
their wiring to understand or believe that straight boys have sex with
other boys, straight and gay, every single minute of every day in every
country in the world. It's about sex, getting off, cumming, and it doesn't
have a fucking thing to do with sexual orientation.

Its been going on for a million years, and it's gonna go on for another
million. Assuming the race lives that long.