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 "Glory Daze: Everybody's Hero" by Eagle1 (mm, high school, 1st)

   (For John, without whose suggestion this story would never have been
written.)

   That night, Toby was everybody's hero.

   He was golden.  Nobody could touch him.  The ball kept sailing towards
him with remarkable alacrity, thrown by the powerful arm of our
quarterback. And each time he somehow managed to evade the defensive lines
of the opposing team with an ease that bordered on miraculous.  I swear I'd
never seen anything like it.  It was as if God himself had arranged the
players on the field, all to contrive a clear path for Toby to charge down
the field like a victorious general.  He made touch down after blessed
touch down.  We had so many points on the board; we were unbeatable before
the first half of the game was over.

   Toby was literally carried off the field on our shoulders.

   It was like I hadn't even been there.  Ordinarily I was one of the stars
on the field, but I may as well have just sat on the bench the whole game
for all the use I'd been.  I didn't mind though.  I recognized it was
Toby's time.  And I was prouder of him that night than if he'd been my own
brother.

   He could have had anyone he wanted.  It turned out though that the only
person he wanted was me.

   "Great game man," I said to him later in the locker room after we'd
showered.

   Usually I have plenty of opportunities to talk with Toby, but he
remained a bit of a loner.  Off the field you might take Toby for one of
the grungy stoner types, with his tattoos and blue, spiked hair.  He had a
way about him that just didn't fit our home town.  But on the field he was
a competent player who earned the respect of the fans and his fellow
players alike.  Toby was widely admired.  However, because of his
reputation as something of a fag, or at least a bisexual, most of the guys
gave him a lot of space.  Not that anyone would have said anything to his
face.  Toby would have kicked the shit out of anybody who had the balls to
cast any aspersions his way anyway.  It's just that no one wanted to be
considered guilty by association.  Except me, of course.  I didn't care one
way or the other.  Damn all if I couldn't hang around with whomever I
wanted to.  I liked Toby.  He was a good friend.  And I dared anyone to
question my sexuality.

   Everyone knew I'd deflowered half the girls in my grade.

   I was one of the few people who knew for a fact Toby liked boys as well
as girls.  But it didn't make him a bad guy.  And it didn't make me a bad
guy if I'd sucked his cock one drunken night a month ago when we'd been
banging chicks together in a hotel room.  Or again a few weeks later at the
apartment of Toby's friend, Brett.

   Shit happens, as they say.

   "It wasn't bad, man," he said, with a sense of satisfaction and pride
thick in his voice, "Not bad at all."

   He was standing at his locker next to me getting dressed.  After he took
off his towel he was as naked as a jay bird, and I don't mind saying that
it was one of the few times in my life having a naked man next to me was an
intensely erotic experience.  Toby glowed with an internal light, and I
bathed in the rays he cast off.

   "Going out with Katie tonight?" he asked me with a touch of macho
bravado, "Taking her out for a victory lap?"

   As he said it he mimed a hip thrusting, fucking motion in the crudest
possible manner.  Ordinarily I would have laughed, and said something
equally crude, but instead I just groaned.

   "You haven't heard then?" I replied, with a pained tone, "She dumped my
ass this morning."

   The memory was still somewhat painful.  Katie was one of the few women
I'd ever actually tried to date, rather than merely have lots of casual sex
with.  We'd gone out for slightly less than a month, but I had known for
most of that time that we were doomed to failure.  I had too much of a
roving eye, and Katie was too jealous to allow that to go on.  Some women
view men as a kind of repair project, and therein lay the principal
attraction.  She thought she could change me.  But she was wrong.  And I
wasn't about to act like some pussy whipped asshole just to get some when
she was in the mood.

   Not me.  No sir.

   The only thing that really smarted about the way it went down was that
Katie had dumped me before I'd dumped her.  And she'd been real mean about
it too.  Fortunately, my reputation was too solidly cemented with most of
the girls at school for that to be much of a worry.  I might take a small
hit with some of the younger girls, but I'd get through it.

   I was just surprised Toby hadn't heard about it before now.  Or maybe he
had?

   "No worries, man," he said, stepping into his tighty whities and pulling
them up over his ass.

   I couldn't help but watch, out of the corner of my eye, as he did so. 
And I thought, not for the first time, what an amazingly sculpted ass it
was.  He had a firm, hard body like my own, built from hours spent in the
gym.  His figure reminded me of one of those statutes you saw in museums of
ancient Greek heroes carved from snowy white marble.  Except that unlike
that cold white stone, Toby's tanned body radiated an intoxicating outward
warmth.  I could feel his heat in the close proximity of our positions.

   "I'm sure you'll find something to occupy your time at Jameson's," he
continued, by now pulling up a pair of tight, ripped blue jeans.

   "Not sure if I feel up for it," I said abruptly, surprising myself.

   "Well," he said, "I'm not going.  You can come over to my place and hang
if you want."

   It wasn't unusual for Toby to skip a party like Frank's.  It was a
little too crowded for him, and maybe a step or two upscale.  Toby seemed
to find enjoyment in the company of a much rougher, less popular crowd of
people.  And it wasn't unusual for him to find his women by trolling
through the bars that he was too young to legitimately be found in.

   "Oh, man," I said to him, "You know you're going to deprive your fans of
their hero tonight."

   "They'll get over it," he said matter of factly, and then clapping a
hand on my shoulder, "I've got a buddy in need.  That comes first."

   "Thanks, man," I said, not wanting to let the mood get too serious, "I'm
really touched.  I think I might cry."

   Toby broke into a huge smile and started laughing then.  The mood was
back to the kind of masculine camaraderie that you'd expect to find in a
locker room.

   "C'mon dude," he said finally, as we finished getting dressed, "There's
a couple six packs at home with our names on them."

   We snuck out of the school by a side door to avoid the rest of the guys
who were heading off to Frank Jameson's place for the usual Friday night
party, and I followed Toby in my truck back to his house.  Despite his
preferred choice of apparel, Toby's parents were not poor.  His father was
a doctor.  And they lived in a very nice home on the edge of town not far
from my own.  I imagined they did lay awake at nights wondering how their
son had turned out the way he had.

   As we went inside the house, Toby was all swagger.

   "My parents aren't home," he said, throwing off his jacket and heading
for the fridge.

   He grabbed a beer and tossed it over to me.  Taking another for himself.

   "Bottoms up," he intoned, as we both took a swig and settled in to the
business at hand.

   We were just a couple of dudes hanging out together in the typical
uniform of our age group: jeans and t-shirts.  There was a lot to occupy
two football heroes who had decided to forgo the weekly party.  There were
video games that needed playing, movies that needed watching, weed that
needed smoking, and the angst filled music of youth that needed listening
to.  But after that, sometime during the early hours of the morning, I came
back to myself, from that brief descent into youthful indolence, to find
that I was sitting together with Toby on his couch in his living room, with
our respective choices of reading material arrayed on the coffee table
before us.  The remains of our evening's excess lay scattered around us,
including beer bottles, a few half eaten bags of chips and an empty pizza
container.  Toby had picked up a comic book after putting down Sports
Illustrated and I was looking through a copy of that month's Playboy.

   The centerfold had the most amazing tits.  I was genuinely trying to
read the articles, but the weight of the day had limited my attention span
and my eyes kept floating back to the pussy shots on the pages.  I don't
care if they were airbrushed, they were a thing of beauty, and, as my
father often said, true beauty is a joy eternal.

   It had given me a boner that I was absent mindedly rubbing through my
jeans.

   "She's hot," said Toby's deep voice from beside me, "Don't you think?"

   "Yeah," I mumbled in response, feeling suddenly uncomfortable sitting
next him.

   A guy with whom I'd shared something very unexpected, and very
confusing, several times before.

   I put the magazine down and got up to hide my obvious masculine
excitement, abruptly shy.  I walked over to the wall of the living room,
which was adorned with a variety of pictures showing Toby and his parents
in scenes of familial togetherness.  They were quite something.  In most
Toby was a young boy in poses such as standing holding a fish he'd caught
with his father or playing at the beach.  He was a tender, blond haired
child.  There was just a hint of the man that he would later become.  The
last picture I glanced at, which was obviously a school photo from junior
high, showed a rather thoughtful young man of about twelve.  The changes of
adolescence had not yet taken hold, but there was the same handsome face
and strong jaw that I knew was boring holes into my back even then from
across the room.  He had an incredible gentleness about him and I felt a
wave of fraternal affection for Toby wash over me right then, although
different than the affection I felt for my own brother, Peter.

   For Toby I also felt something akin to desire.

   I sensed, more than heard, Toby come up behind me.  He had crossed the
room as quietly as a panther on the prowl.

   I was nervous and I needed to break the tension, so I asked him, "Cute
kid.  What the hell happened to you?"

   "Dunno," he murmured very close to me, "Bad influences I guess."

   Toby was not quite as tall as I was, but I felt his breath near my ear
as he said it.  I don't know what I expected, but I knew that if I turned
around just then he would be right there in my face, waiting for me.

   Unexpectedly however, disturbing my thoughts, he playfully grabbed me in
a classic wrestling move, knocked my legs out from underneath me, and tried
to pin me face down on the soft carpet, with himself over me in the top
position.  I was temporarily winded by the move as the breath had been
knocked from my lungs when I hit the floor.

   We were just a couple of guys horsing around.

   "Dude," I asked him finally, my face near the floor, "Do you really want
to mess with someone who was an all state wrestling finalist two years in a
row?"

   Toby just laughed his response, but he tried to hold me there all the
same.  He should have known that when it came to the wrestling mat, or in
this case the floor, I was definitely the boss.  He struggled vainly, but I
had superior skills and strength.  After a few minutes of rough housing, we
came to rest there, with me on the top and him underneath looking serenely
up at me.

   He was totally pinned at my mercy.  And I think he wanted it that way.

   Toby had the eyes of an angel.  A face that was beatific.  His lashes
were long enough for a supermodel.  His lips were so tender I wanted to
kiss them.

   In my own mind it was settled then.  Having decided to take the chance,
I relaxed and let myself sink in towards his waiting body for a kiss.  I
didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I knew it was something I'd been
waiting for since we had been together in the locker room earlier that
night.  I wanted to lose myself in Toby.  Before I knew it, there was
nothing but the unification of our mouths and the mingling of our tongues.

   We broke away for a second and he murmured, half groaning, "God, I want
this."

   I smiled at him then.  I wanted it too.  I really did.

   "Just you wait," I said in response.

   Getting up on my knees for a moment, I pulled my t-shirt up and over my
head, revealing my broad, muscled chest and torso to Toby.  When I had
flung the shirt across the room, I knelt there over him, and he raised
himself up on his elbows to fully take in the view.  With a lascivious, but
satisfied grin as crooked as ever they come, he ran the fingers of one hand
across my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles.  It was the lightest
touch imaginable, but it burned me like a fire.

   I needed him completely at that moment, beyond any doubt.

   I leaned down to kiss him again, and his lips answered mine back.  He
was hungry and I could feel it call to my own unsatisfied hunger.  Before I
could go further, he grabbed my wrist firmly and broke our kiss.

   "Stop, Marc," he said softly, yet firmly.

   I rested my forehead on his momentarily, but our lips had parted from
each other.  I was reluctant to move away from him, but I gently pulled
back.

   He got up into a sitting position and peeled off his own t-shirt.  It
was a gesture that matched my earlier one.  But this time I got to drink in
the firm outlines of his body, taut and rippling with muscle and youthful
vigor.  My eyes lingered momentarily on the dragon that wrapped around his
left, upper arm.

   I needed to close my eyes for a second, to concentrate on calming down
and controlling my impulses.  Timing as they say is everything, and tonight
I wanted to take my time.  When I opened my eyes again, Toby was looking
back at me quizzically.

   "There are so many things that I want to do to you, Toby," I told him
trying to explain, "And with you."

   He answered me with that crooked smile again and his expression
softened. My throat was dry, but I wet my lips in anticipation.  Nervous in
a way I'd never been before, not even when I'd lost my virginity to a
woman. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.  With sure, swift fingers he
undid my jeans as I kissed him again and he freed my cock from my boxers. I
felt the chill of the air on my throbbing meat.  But Toby wasted no time,
so eager was he to get it out.  I could feel the softness of the skin of
his hand as he enticed my dick with his fingers; his firm, skilled fist
began to slowly stroke me to an impending orgasm.

   He now lay again beneath me and I pulled his knee up against my leg,
sliding my hand up the back of his upper thigh as far I could.  He
immediately rocked his hips to meet my fingertips as they grazed along the
crease where his leg became his ass, and groaned into my lips, as I found a
particularly sensitive spot.

   He increased the pace and pressure of his hand on my cock, forcing me to
return his groan with a groan of my own.  It became impossible for me to
keep myself from matching the rhythm of his strokes with my own thrusts.  I
felt a tingling spread from my balls outward, down the insides of my thighs
and up into my abs.

   We lay like that for a very long time, Toby bringing me near orgasm time
and again as he kept the wave breaking before it reached the shore.

   "I want you to take me," he said finally as he nuzzled my ear.

   I got up off him for a minute, standing up.  And he stood up too.  I
drank in his muscled body, broad shoulders and narrow waist.  His jeans
still hung against his hips, sagging and baggy.  I could see the outline of
his cock tent the denim.  But I didn't wait.  I let mine fall to the floor,
followed by my boxers.  He moved achingly away from me and led me upstairs
to his parent's broad king size bed, with my stiff cock pointing at him
like a compass.  I followed the muscles of his upper back with my eyes, and
they bunched as he moved, directing my gaze down to his still covered ass,
which was firm, tight and round.  We didn't wait to hit the bed.  I came up
behind Toby and he leaned back against me as my lips descended to his
flesh. They opened and closed against the crook of his neck.

   His head tilted, letting me continue sucking and nibbling at his
shoulder, my hand moved around to his chest, pulling his body tight against
mine.  My cock pressed up against his jean covered ass.  But I wanted to
get closer.  Still nuzzling him, I reached around and undid his jeans,
pushing them down as I did so.  The thin white cotton fabric was all that
separated us and Toby pulled that down for me, eager in his haste to let me
have my way.

   My cock was now wedged in the crack between his firm, round ass cheeks.
I could feel the muscles bunch as he anticipated my moves and I knew my
cock had found a home.  I was nestled there.  He reached back and held my
hips, while grinding his ass against me.  We groaned together, finally
being able to feel skin against skin, having waited a long time.  I found
his nipple with a hand and teased it, squeezing and pinching until it was
as hard, like his dick.  I licked behind his ear, nibbled on his ear lobe.

   "Lie down," I whispered.

   He stepped out of his jeans and the underwear that lay in a pile around
his ankles.  He smiled at me and turned around, facing me, before his ass
made contact with the bed.  His cock stuck up above him and I climbed onto
the bed over him, still dominate, my legs fitting nicely between his.  I
leaned over him on one arm as I ran a free hand over his chest in a lazily
motion.  He leaned into me and just as quick our tongues where merging
together in each other's mouths as our cocks rubbed against each other
below.  My slick precum was erupting out of the end of my prick and mixing
with his.  Behind my back I could feel his hand, his fingers running up and
down my shoulder blades, massaging the muscle and pulling me gently in
towards him.

   "Fuck!" he said to me, "You feel so good, Marc."

   I slid lower on the bed, finally having the chance to spend time with
his chest.  My tongue traveled slowly from his neck.  His scent was deeply
masculine and intoxicating.  I licked across the muscle to his nipple,
feeling it harden against my tongue.  I bit down on him as I would a woman,
going from nipple to nipple, back and forth, letting neither soften.  He
arched against me in pleasure, writhing under my weight.

   But I needed to kiss him again.

   I caught a look of lust and excitement in his eyes.  And I pressed my
lips tightly against his.  Toby opened his mouth as my tongue slid in, his
tongue stabbing against mine.  We played back and forth, letting the other
take over for a time, but for only seconds, neither of us willing to let
the other have complete control.  Then I soon found Toby's tongue wandering
over my chest while I slid up his body, taking his fingers into my mouth.
Switching from one to another, I sucked and licked until they were all wet.
I groaned as his teeth sunk down onto my nipple.  In reply, my body arched,
pushing hard against him.

   Before I realized what he was doing, Toby was on top of me.  He pinned
me beneath him, his gaze still locked onto mine.

   "My turn," he murmured aggressively.

   I was very excited.  I arched beneath him, panting in anticipation.  He
bent his knees so that he knelt above me and worked all the way down my
body with his tongue.  I'd never had any woman do that to me before.  He
didn't linger for long in any one particular spot, and avoided my engorged
dick altogether, instead spending time licking and sucking the skin of my
inner thighs.  I wanted him to suck me, but I didn't want to rush him
either.

   He took hold of my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach, then crawled
up my body to position himself over me.  He took time exploring all the
bumps and groves of my back, starting with my shoulders and the nape of my
neck.  Testing the waters, he settled his hips against mine, letting his
dick rest snuggly into my crack.

   I was nervous and excited at the same time and I wasn't sure what I
would do if Toby decided to take that part of me just then.  I don't think
I could have made him stop.  I'm not sure if I would have wanted him to.

   Holding very still, he whispered into my ear, perhaps misreading my
sudden tension, "Take it easy, Marc, I won't do anything you don't want me
to do."

   He slid down my body enough that his cock dangled between my legs and
continued exploring my back, searching for more sensitive areas.  I relaxed
and began enjoying the pleasure he was giving me.

   I panted loudly as he sucked on my back near my ass, grinding my cock
into the mattress as I clutched his parent's headboard.  Moving further
down, Toby's tongue traced the length of the underside of my left ass
cheek. Then moving back and forth between them, he occasionally worked his
tongue between my legs and into a very sensitive area near the bottom of my
ass crack, while gliding his sure fingers along the break between the
cheeks.

   I'd never experienced anything like this before.  I wanted something,
but unsure of what, I got on my hands and knees on the mattress and spread
my legs for balance.

   "Please stop teasing me," I begged him.

   He had no such intention.  He spread my ass cheeks with both of his
hands, dipping his tongue back between my legs and running it along my
crack from the bottom to the top, pausing only to pay special attention to
my asshole before completing his trip.  I grunted my pleasure, and thrust
my dick in the empty air.  I was being fucked.  I'd never been fucked
before.  I was the one who did the fucking.  It was a strange and amazing
feeling.  But then he started to suck my asshole.  Holy shit, I was
groaning like an engine.  Purring like a kitten.  I was totally thrashing
under his overpowering attentions.  He probed my sphincter to test my
tightness and resistance.

   I was involuntarily resisting him because he couldn't make his tongue
stiff enough to get past the incredibly tight outer ring of the muscle in
my asshole.  This was a new experience for me and I wasn't sure how to
relax further.  Straightening up, he pushed on my hips, rolling me onto my
side and then to my back.  I looked at Toby questioningly as he moved
between my legs.  Leaning over me, bracing himself to either side of my
shoulders, he tested me again.  Then he moved up over me slowly, giving me
a chance to pull away, but even though he'd been rimming me only a moment
ago, I reached up and pulled him down to me, kissing him hard and eagerly
as he sought entrance to my mouth.

   I clutched his hips and pulled them down while rocking mine.  I had him
lying on top of me, cradling his hips between us as we ground against each
other's bodies.  Abs on abs and our aching cocks rubbing together.  I
almost lost myself in how perfectly we were moving together.  Soon, he slid
lower and rubbed his shaft just under my balls.

   But he kept moving down my body.  He placed kisses down the length of my
torso until he settled his chest between my legs, propping himself up with
his arm next to my thigh.  He kissed and licked along the groove between my
hip and leg, and coated two of his fingers from pool of our precum around
my cock.

   He then started licking and sucking along the underside of my shaft
which produced the desired effect.  I rocked my hips up, sank my hands into
his hair and gripped his head, pushing it down.  I was pulling on his hair,
trying to force him to take me into his mouth, so desperate to cum.  Toby
resisted as he slid slick fingers into my crack and found my asshole.

   "Oh, fuck!" I groaned, "Oh, God...Fuck, man."

   Toby began deep throating my shaft as he pushed his index finger past
the resistance of my tight hole.  It was easy enough to distract me; all he
had to do was run his tongue over the mushroom head of my nearly ten inch
dick while he loosened me up for a second finger.  I grew accustomed to
this invasion, this new sensation, and relaxed around his finger faster
than I'd expected.  The pain quickly turned to pleasure.  By the time he
slipped his middle finger in next to his index finger, I was thrusting my
ass up, wanting more.

   Using his free hand to untangle my fingers from his blue hair, he lifted
his head and raised himself a little higher on his arm.  I just made a
series of unintelligible grunts as he worked his fingertips over my
prostate in a circular motion.  My hips bucked against his hand, my neck
and chest arched up from the bed while my legs spread further apart and I
gripped the headboard with my right hand.  My eyes were open, but they had
glazed over completely.

   Then it was upon me faster than even I'd thought possible.  A blast of
thick, white cum like cannon fire shot out the end of my dick, without
either his hand or mine touching it, to land at the top of my six-pack. 
Holy fuck, I thought, a long, loud groan escaping my lips.  My hips
continued to buck into the empty air as I shot stream after stream onto my
abs.

   Then just as suddenly, overcome, I collapsed fully back up the bed,
limply.  I lay there chest heaving, my body trembling and jerking.  He
moved up next to me, lying on his side and propped his head on his palm
while watching me slowly recover.

   When I stopped shaking and could breathe again, I saw Toby alongside me,
grinning.  I know I had a silly grin on my face, having just come down from
a very intense orgasm.

   "That was fucking incredible!" I told him, meaning every word.

   I rubbed some cum absent-mindedly over my chest before wiping it off
with a tissue.  I reached around behind him, pulling him to me, and giving
him the best kiss I knew how to give.  Toby's thick, hard dick, while not
in league with my own, nevertheless lay pressing against my leg, and I knew
it was only fair for me to get him off.  But how best to do it?  Pressing a
hand against his chest, I pushed him back, and moved on top of him, my ass
resting on his thighs.  Running my hands down his chest from his neck, I
watched his cock jerk and leak.

   Sucking on his nipples, I let a hand wander over his abs and around his
dick.  I squeezed it and stroked him back and forth, feeling his length and
girth.  Our bodies rubbed together as I sucked and licked down the center
of his chest.  Taking small nibbles on the skin just below his ribs, his
body jerked and I realized he must be ticklish.

   "I want to get you off," I told him.

   My teeth tugged playfully on the sides of his thighs causing him to
wiggle and allowing me to slide a hand under him to cup his muscular ass.
Feeling the hair along the crack, my fingers probed deeper.  His cock
jerked when the rough flat of my tongue raked over the soft head, taking
with it all the precum that he had been leaking.  I felt the moist heat of
his ass and my cock began hardening again, wanting to sink into him.  His
fingers ran through my hair, encouraging me to take in more.

   My lips wrapped tightly around him, slowly sucking him in.  He was close
to cumming, and I knew I could finish him off, but I wanted to explore
more. I really wanted to fuck him, and I could imagine how hot and sweet
his ass would feel, but I wasn't sure how he'd feel about it.

   I rolled him over onto his stomach.  I lay my body over his, my hard
cock nestled between his ass cheeks.  The muscles beneath his neck and
upper shoulders tightened, responding to my mouth.  When my teeth sank in,
he moaned and squirmed underneath me, wiggling his sexy ass against my
cock.

   I slipped a hand under him, pinching a nipple and rolling it in my
fingers.  Licking and caressing his body with my hands, I made my way
lower; eventually my mouth reached his rounded ass muscles.  As I sucked
and nibbled on his ass, my hand reached between his legs, fondling his
balls.  They felt so hard I thought if I squeezed them, he would cum.  I
took a moment to admire him, the beautiful form of his body.  His shoulders
broad and the way his back tapered down to his ass, covered with the
lightest dusting of hair.

   Pulling up on his hips, I continued to lick while I spread his cheeks
wide, giving me a perfect view of his hole.  I breathed it in, taking in
his scent.  I pressed my face there, my tongue moving across his skin.  He
squirmed and groaned.  I ran my hands over his ass, caressingly while
keeping his cheeks spread wide open.  Then took his cock in my hand and
began jerking him off.  Soon his dick was fucking my hand as my tongue was
fucking his hole.

   When I thought Toby was close to cumming I made my move.  I tugged his
dick backwards until my mouth could suck him, while at the same time
pushing a finger into his hot hole.  His ass pushed back on my fingers,
which in turn slid his cock deeper into my mouth.  He grunted and began
shooting his creamy load.  I continued rubbing the tight walls of his ass
and sucking his cum until he had no more left in him.  Swallowing the last
of it, I lay beside Toby, softly kissing the back of his neck as we
relaxed.

   He draped a leg over both of mine, letting his palm glide up my sweaty
chest to cup my face.  I leaned down and brushed my lips over his.  I
kissed him lightly, a tender expression of the warmth I felt for him.

   "You are so fucking hot, Marc," he told me then, pulling back slightly
to look into my eyes.

   "You too," I responded sincerely.

   He teased me by ruffling my hair with his hand; I had to laugh as he
settled his head on my shoulder.  What I wanted to do now was relax and
enjoy the afterglow.  I lazily played with the sparse patch of hair growing
on his pecs.  I let my eyes close as my thoughts wandered.

   I woke so slowly that it took several minutes for me even to realize
that I'd fallen asleep.

   I heard the spray of the shower running in Toby's parent's master
bathroom, and realized somewhat stupidly that Toby must be taking a shower.
Then it hit me again who it was, why I was here, and what had just
happened. A stupid grin spread across my face.  Stretching mightily, I
rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock.  It was a little after four
o'clock in the morning, which meant that I hadn't slept too long.

   The shower turned off and after a few moments Toby came back into the
bedroom.  He wore a towel around his waist.

   "Hey," I said as he came into the room.

   He smiled at me in surprise, not expecting me to be awake.  I noticed
his dick was soon managing to make a tent against the heavy fabric of the
towel.  Even from so far away I wanted nothing more that to rip the towel
off him, and suck his cock until he couldn't stand anymore.  I had a primal
need at that particular moment and I shot up out of the bed with an
athletic grace.  Toby didn't even try to resist me.  I pushed him against
the wall, my hands roughly stroked through his hair, my mouth seeking his
lips.  His wet tongue finding mine.  My body blossomed heat.  I bucked
against him, trying to feel his entire delicious body pressed to mine.

   I wanted him naked.

   The towel had to go.  And so it did, falling away between us.

   Toby started to laugh against my mouth.  His rocking hips shook against
mine, the lump of his boner provided friction to my straining cock.  His
hands, still damp from the shower, found their way around my back to dig
into the muscles there.  Toby gave me a big kiss.  I loved the way his soft
lips manipulated my skin, sending shockwaves to my hard dick.

   Moving in unison, we prodded each other back toward the bed.  Not
realizing where I was going, the back of my legs met with the mattress and
I fell backward onto the bed.  Toby was quickly on top of me.  His
impatient tongue traced my chest, around my pecs, my armpits, orbiting each
chiseled muscle on my abdomen.  I was on fire.  My skin burned and
shivered, tingling as my muscles contracted beneath his marvelous tongue.

   Toby worked his way back up my chest, fingers reaching before him like a
climber on a wall.

   I couldn't help but cry out, "Shit, dude.  That feels so good.  Oh,
Toby. Shit, fuck, damn."

   His teeth felt great, just pinching, drawing my skin into his mouth and
getting it warm and wet.  He prodded and poked me with his hot tongue then
licked onwards.  It just felt so fucking amazing.  But finally he worked
himself up to my face.

   "The best is yet to come," he whispered in my ear, before sucking on my
ear.

   He thumbed my nipples causing them to stiffen and burn.  Jolts of
pleasure shot over my skin in a wave of heat.  My cock burned and swelled,
stretching even more to its full length, almost ten inches; I had fucking
porn star action going on.  And there was so much passion as his lips
nuzzled my neck.  My groans were muffled against his hair.  My dick
trembled and I tried to rub my burning rod against his.  It wasn't nearly
enough.  I lost control.  I couldn't help it.  I pulled Toby to me, loving
how hot his flesh felt in my fist.  We kissed hard and fast, sweaty muscles
slipping against each other, creating a temperature that seemed destined
for our cocks.  His head tilted away from my mouth, groaning for me to fuck
him.

   He kissed me hard, our mouths open.  Our hot tongues played and tasted
each other.  I was breathing hard and staring at his hot body.  eThose
long, thick arms, broad chest and his finely muscled abs were driving me
crazy.  His blue dyed hair was luminous under the soft light of the lamp;
his cock and his balls lay large and heavy between his legs.  It pulsed,
raw, curving up in front of him, a thick vein feeding it.

   I reached over to the bedside chest of drawers and took some of his
parent's lube that was lying on there.  Then I pushed Toby back onto the
bed, and then climbed astride him.  In the back of his throat, deeply, he
began to make a strange, purring noise of pleasure.  Behind me I fest the
fingers of his hand trace the curves of my ass as I groaned my pleasured
response, enjoying the sensation.  But all too soon we were positioned so
that my cock and balls were flat on his chest.

   "Fuck man," I whispered overcome.

   "I know," he responded softly, "This is so fucking hot, me and you...."

   As he leaned forward, my long dick was positioned dangerously close to
his lips and he brushed them against my knob, eagerly opening his mouth
after a moment to receive the feast, treating my meat as lovingly as a last
supper.  I caressed his hair softly, lovingly.  Was I selfish?  Was he? 
What was going on anyway?  At that moment all thoughts of pussy fled my
mind and I allowed his tongue to lick the surface of my engorged dick,
watching him intently all the while, the way his head tilted up, and his
eyes settled their gaze on mine, gleaming.  Knowingly.  His tongue worked
between my muscular thighs; my balls rubbing against the stubble on his
chin.

   When he sucked me off for a bit, I lay against him as sweat ran from our
bodies.  The bed began to squeal as we rubbed our glistening bodies against
each other.  We groaned, swearing and calling out for more.  My knee went
between Toby's thighs which forced apart his legs, and I pushed my hand
into the gap it created, sweaty fingers finding their way behind his balls
to stroke lightly across his asshole.  I teased the hot skin with a bead of
sweat that had dribbled between his clenched cheeks.  He jerked
involuntarily against me, pressing his hard, wet dick into the knotted
muscles of my stomach.  I reached between us with my left hand and grasped
him tightly until he begged for freedom.

   My own body was on fire.

   I rubbed my massive cock against Toby's side, engorged beyond reason,
demanding attention, even though Toby's mouth had temporarily sated it
before.  It's just that I hadn't yet cum inside him.  Everywhere we touched
burned and we were sweating as if we had a fever.  I maintained my grip
around his long shaft as I licked a line over and between his nipples.  I
stopped to tease each hard point with my teeth before giving them a light
suck.  Toby moaned like a woman when I did that.  I would have liked to
spend more time, but I was too frantic with thoughts of cock to bother.

   I grinned at him.  This was so strange.  I was scared about what we were
doing, about where this was taking us.  About these feelings.

   But whatever it was, there was too much going on.  Too much to turn back
now.  There was going to be a heartache tonight one way or another.  I
finally decided to use the lubricant on my hand.

   My lubed fingers carefully orbited his asshole, making sure that
everything was as moistened as possible.  I didn't want to hurt him.  He
was expecting something great and I wanted this to be the best damn fuck he
ever had.  I put some of the cold liquid on his hole as well.  I pushed the
tip of my finger into his tight, hot hole to make sure he was well lubed. I
pulled out, re-coated my finger and pressed further in.  His sphincter was
like a hard knot around my finger.  I thrust it in and out, then in and out
again, trying to loosen his opening.  He felt me there.  I continued
impaling his hot asshole, now with two, then with three fingers.  He thrust
his dick in the air, writhing on the bed, moaning more and more.

   "Oh, shit man," he begged groaning, "Fuck me.  What are you waiting for?
Fuck me."

   I looked down at my huge dick.  The anticipation had me swollen to
maximum length and thickness and I knew I'd be a lot for him to handle.  I
was a lot for anyone to handle.  Precum leaked down my shaft and onto the
sheets below.  I though I might explode right then.  But I used the lube
anyway and prepared myself.  We kissed and held each other for a brief few
tender seconds before I pushed Toby back onto the bed.

   Then I picked up his sweaty legs and looped them over my arms so that
his knees hooked over my elbows.  His asshole was totally exposed to my
cock.  I saw that he had closed his eyes, waiting for me.

   I thrust really hard, but hardly moved at all.  He was so fucking tight.
I was afraid I was stretching him so far I might seriously hurt him.  I
slipped back almost all the way out, so that his muscle was stretched less.
I tried to thrust back in.  I met the same barrier about three inches
inside.

   "Push harder," he said between gritted teeth, obviously in some pain.

   I thrust in and out, desperately trying to loosen him up, never feeling
an ass this tight before.  But it wasn't working and I finally pulled out
telling him so.

   Toby was frustrated, sitting up, and pulling me roughly against him.  He
kissed savagely down my neck.  He grazed along my jaw and cheeks.  When his
lips finally got to my mouth, they pushed brutally against mine.  I groaned
into his mouth and raised my face to the ceiling as he sucked my lower lip.

   "You have to fuck me," he said desperately, "You just have to.  I want
this so bad."

   Toby put more lube on his hands and massaged my boner until it was
shining like the top of the Chrysler Building.

   Suspecting that another position might help, I suggested that Toby climb
astride me, and he readily agreed.

   I lay down on the edge of the bed, and Toby climbed astride my legs and
lowered his ass until he just brushed the top of my cock.  He stabilized
himself with one sweaty hand on my left shoulder.  His eyes focused on
mine, a grin on his face.  I ran my hands down his back, tracing the bulges
of his muscles, though I applied no downward pressure to his body, just
resting my hands lightly on his hips.

   This time his tight hole spread open far more easily than last time. 
Suddenly, Toby just dropped down on me, as if he could no longer support
himself in that position.  It drove my shaft deep into him.  He cried out
and gasped.  I enjoyed the tight, warm sheath suddenly covering my dick.

   "Shit," I swore.

   I drew my hands up his back, rubbing him, trying to help him relax.  I
kissed him slowly, and then fast, trying to let him know how this felt.  I
reached down to his neglected cock, burning hot against me.  His shaft had
precum all over it.  I took some and used it to jerk him steadily.  Toby
lifted himself up, nearly completely off my cock, and slammed himself down
again.  He gasped as he did it again.  Suddenly, though still incredibly
tight, it became easier for me to fuck him.  He felt slippery and hot.  I
rocked my thighs upwards as he shot down my pole.  My fingers were between
his cheeks, both pulling him open and helping to control our thrusting.  He
started to thrust forwards a little.

   "Oh, darlin," I moaned and slapped his ass.

   He responded by ramming himself down as my cock rose to meet him.  As he
drew off me, I bucked my chest forwards to brush his.  He grabbed the
hollow behind my neck and pulled my face to his.  We kissed and I pounded
his ass, for how long I don't know.  I don't think we stopped to think.  We
both went insane, grunting and talking dirty, and sharing sweat.  After a
bit, I rolled Toby over, still deep in his hot asshole, and lay on top of
him on the bed.  His muscled body was heavy in my arms.  His legs
automatically gripped my hips, holding me tightly inside him.  Finally, our
hips were pressed completely against each other.  I was also free to ram
him as hard as I wanted.

   I drove in faster, knowing that my thick cock was stretching his narrow
hole open.  It provoked me to fuck him harder and harder, drawing grunts
from his mouth.  I wanted him to never again to as tight.  My cock
literally battered him like a ram.

   Toby gave me no warning he was about to cum.  He didn't shake or cry out
in preparation, perhaps he didn't even realize.  When he did cry out, he
had already beginning to shoot his load.  I felt him spasm around my cock,
his hot ass muscle clamping hard on my significant girth.  His cock jumped
between us, thick, white cum shooting mainly on our chests.

   My already tight balls couldn't take it anymore.  I felt the need rush
through my body, channeled to my dick.  In the first release my balls sort
of clenched hard causing cum to spurt from my shuddering cock.  The spasms
rocked me.  I cried out, my toes curling at the same time.  I felt his ass
vibrate around me.  Hot cum shot deep inside him.  Still, my cock spasmed
again, forcing cum down around my length.  I trembled, and started to
grunt, but Toby grabbed my head and forced our lips together.  I gasped in
and out of his mouth.  My eyes clouded over momentarily with the intensity
of my release.  Suddenly, my muscles lost all power.  I went limp, fastened
to Toby by the cum on our chests and my softening cock.

   I lay against him for what seemed like hours before I removed my
softened shaft from his hole.  A trickle of cum followed after me.  Toby
slumped against me, sweaty, and seemed unable to move.

   "Fuck!" said Toby suddenly, "You've cum too soon."

   I laughed against him.  That was not something I'd been accused of doing
too often.

   "If you were fucking a hole that tight, you would've too," I responded,
grabbed his hair, and forcing his lips to meet mine.

   "Just you wait," he whispered, pulling away, and smiled devilishly.

   I didn't necessarily want to let him have the last word on the subject,
but I thought that actions spoke louder than words, so I got up and went to
the shower.  I turned it on, stepping into the warming spray.  Toby was
close behind.  His body so close to mine that it pushed me all the way
under the shower spray.  The steam was rising, making the lights look hazy.
I looked down.  We were both now rock hard.  Toby wrapped his arms behind
my back, enveloping me in a hot, wet hug.  There was no friction at all
between our bodies.  I loved how I could feel his muscles tense and release
beneath the skin, as I'm sure he was feeling mine do.  Our cocks touched,
slippery and hot, pressed in against our abs.  He groaned.

   We pressed firmly against each other, bodies straining hard, lips,
tongues, teeth, everything.  Getting as close as possible to each other's
flesh.  I slammed Toby against one of the walls and grabbed his thick cock,
stroking as hard as I could.  I could hear his breathing hiss in and out in
shallow breaths.  His head rolled backwards, eyes to the ceiling, and then
dropped to lean against my right shoulder.  His mouth pulled hard on the
flesh above my shoulder.  He bit down a little, then harder, still sucking
the skin in his mouth.  It was enough to make me release his shaft, as I
fought the waves of pleasure rippling through me.

   I bent my head and sucked his nipple into my mouth.  My hands stroked
his cock a little more gently, mimicking the way he was treating my own
dick.  I got a bit of a shock when I looked down.  I kept rubbing his head
between my thumb and forefinger, the other hand around his base.  He was so
wet and hot.  I fiddled with his foreskin, stretching it out and pulling it
back.  My fingertips manipulated the underside of his cock.

   We were both groaning by then.  The water supplied a steady hot stream
rippling onto our bodies, bouncing and dripping off onto other parts.  The
water smoothed our skin and lubricated our bodies.  It made me completely
hot all over.  I went back to Toby's chest, which took some of my attention
away from his cock.

   But not for long.

   Soon I was down on my knees, avoiding his cock and probing his crack
with my tongue.  He tasted like musk and cum.  From the way he was
standing, even though his legs were quite far apart, I couldn't get my
mouth to his hole.  The fingers of my left hand could, however.  I allowed
my wet fingertips to massage the rim of his tight hole, while my tongue
retreated to his balls.  I sucked his sac a little.  At the same time, I
could feel myself growing hotter and harder.  My cock burned against my wet
abs.  I was so caught up in what I was doing.  Still, I did feel his hands
on my head, pulling my hair and directing my hand and mouth to his
dripping, sizzling cock.

   I pulled back after a few attempts and mouthed down each side of his
cock, plucking him hard with my lips.  The hot water ensured that he was
always warm and wet.

   "Oh, man!" he groaned, "Suck my cock, Marc."

   My mouth slurped over the tip of his head.  I sucked a little of him in,
then bobbed back, each time taking a little more.  He was thick.  My tongue
pressed his shaft hard against the roof of my mouth in rhythmic waves.  I
sucked in, swallowed some more.  His head was completely slippery.  My
moans caused his cock to vibrate in my mouth.  I can only imagine how good
that felt.

   I loved his hot, huge cock, and the noises of appreciation he made as he
fucked my face, faster and faster.  His balls slapped against my chin, his
shaft burnt friction against my lips.  At the same time, I forced two wet
fingers into his tight asshole, fucking him back in an erratic motion.

   We didn't keep it up long.  I didn't want Toby to cum before he'd fucked
my ass.  It was something I needed to experience.

   I finally withdrew him from my mouth.

   "You gotta fuck me, man," I said deeply passionate.

   I didn't think that I would really be able to do it, or that the thought
of it would really turn me on like this.  God, I was wrong.

   Toby's reply was something feral.  He drew me from my knees and rammed
me against the wall, thrusting at me with his hips, so our boners battered
against each other.  All I could do was moan into his mouth.

   He left me breathing heavy for a minute as he stepped out of the shower.
I slumped against the wall; my slick hair dripping water into my eyes.  The
sight of his body was slightly obscured as I blinked the water away. 
Still, what I did saw was just as arousing as the clear view I'd had
earlier.  His blue hair, wet with water, lay against his scalp.  His
shoulders and back muscles flexed powerfully beneath his tanned skin, and
his muscular ass, rounded and clenched as he moved.  Then he leant over to
pull something from the floor and I saw his balls bob between his legs. 
His cheeks parted, exposing the hole I recently fucked.  I still couldn't
believe that my thick fucking rod had fit so snuggly in there.  He returned
carrying the bottle of lube in his hand.  He opened the bottle and squirted
some on his red bulging cock and balls.

   He turned me around and did my ass as well.  His fingers were fantastic,
not too light, nor hard enough to be painful, just enough to penetrate.  At
the same time, I felt his cock pressing against me.

   "Oh, man!" I groaned with desire, "Fuck me, please!"

   I felt his lubricated palms pressed into my ass muscles, swirling up my
back and then down again so that his fingertips flicked over the sensitive
place between my balls and asshole.  He allowed one hand to linger between
my legs, lightly brushing the smooth skin of my balls.  The other hand
reached for more lubricant.

   I groaned.  One of his fingers had slipped between my cheeks, guiding
more of the lubricant down to my sensitive hole.  He used one hand to hold
my cheeks apart while he squirted more lubricant directly over my tight
hole.  Then I heard the bottle dropping to the floor.  His fingertip
pressed into me.  The tip of my prick slid against the shower wall.  His
finger continued to thrust into my hot, tight hole.  Everything he touched
filled me with an insane kind of pleasure, and I couldn't control the
movement my body made in response.  I pushed back slightly, forcing his
second knuckle inside me.

   "Oh, God!" I murmured, "Please fuck me hard...."

   Toby impaled me with a second finger, circling the two inside my hole. I
writhed and moaned like a bitch in heat.  His other hand pulled my hips
back, so that I was supporting myself on my arms and my hips and back were
angled.  I felt a sense of loss as my cock left the wall.  Suddenly I felt
this huge, hot thing, stretching my hole.  Jolts of pain shot through my
body.  My body tensed, face creased, lips bitten so I would not scream. 
Toby thrust further into me and the pain just increasd.  A high pitched
moan escaped from my mouth.  In that moment I felt incredible sympathy for
every girl I'd ever fucked up the ass.  This was like some kind of torture.

   I felt Toby's fingertips brush across my chest; the other hand stroked
my cock.  I moaned as pleasure started to mingle with pain.  I must be
relaxing a little.  But then I experienced sudden pain as his thick head
slid past my tight exit.  He was stretching me wide around his shaft as he
slipped inside.

   "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned in my ear.

   Sounds like something I would have said, I thought, half laughing
through the pain.  I rolled my head back, so that I could almost see his
face behind me in the corner of my eye.  The change of position caused the
water to run past my shoulder and down to my cock.  It took time, but I
began to relax.

   He thrust in and out to loosen me a little more.  His hand continued to
play my cock, shooting waves of pleasure through my body, until I was
shaking back against his chest, pulling myself up almost straight then
moving down again.  Slowly, I began to realize that most of the pain had
passed.  I could feel his hot, thick head and shaft moving easily inside
me.

   "Nearly there," he whispered to me.

   His pace increased.  I started to move against him, thrusting down as he
pressed up, forcing more of him into me.  The friction of his throbbing
cock rubbing against every sensitive place in my tight hole made me moan.
My own cock was neglected now that Toby's hands had moved to my hips.  I
didn't need his touch there anymore; the pressure of his burning cock
inside me was enough to keep me unbelievably aroused.

   "Harder," I grunted.

   I pushed my ass down to impale myself further as Toby's huge rod thrust
back and forth inside me.  I felt his balls slapping mine as he upped the
tempo.  Then I felt a blaze of intense pleasure as I felt him rub against
my prostate, making me weak in the knees.  Oblivious he pierced deep inside
me, causing me to moan with pain and pleasure.  Toby then pulled out almost
completely before returning to that point, the pain receding as his thick
dick massaged my insides with pleasure.  My cock expanded and my balls felt
tight.

   We were both speaking insanely to the other, lost in intense passion,
our words making no sense.  He groaned on and on as his dick rammed into
me. We were going faster and faster.  Toby grunted.  He slowed our
thrusting right down, rotating his hips so that his cock ground against
every surface in my tight hole.  I countered by squeezing myself closed,
and tilting my hips to crush his cock.

   "Shit, dude," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum."

   I released my muscles and started to move fast against him, fucking
myself on his cock.  His hands flinched and trembled on the thick, sweaty
muscles above my hips.  I could tell by the way his cock seemed to expand
and vibrate in my ass that he was close to the edge.  Toby's wet hand
grabbed my shaft and started to jack me hard.  The assault on both my hole
and my cock had me hot and quivering all over.  Violent shockwaves shot
through me.  I convulsed in pleasure.  My skin prickled with cold despite
the hot water pounding off my back.

   Toby pushed into me and held his whole length within.  He began to jerk
in my hole.  His cock blew a load inside me.  The intensity of the
explosion forced cum deep inside me.  It was so hot, shooting through me.
He pulled back a little, his cock still blasting and quaking.  I felt cum
press down around his shaft, lubricating to reduce the friction of his
movement.

   "Oh, man!" he gasped, "Oh, fuck!"

   His fingers slipped around my shaft, squeezing hard and releasing me
with each wave of his orgasm.  I couldn't help but cry out, I was so close.

   "Toby," I groaned.

   Oh, my God.  I had another man's cum inside me.  What had happened?

   He had started to ream me again, spreading warm cum as he went.  My
knees were beginning to bend.  I could hardly take the trembling fire that
was shooting through my groin.  He forced me to stand upright, causing my
ass to tighten around him.  His long cock completely filled me at this
sharp angle.  The shower water shot at my tensed face.  Toby walked me
backwards, balls swinging against mine, so that the water was aimed at my
trembling cock.  I gasped as both of his hands began to play my long
length. I writhed, forcing his dick to move inside me, contacting every
sensitive nerve inside my tight hole.  I rolled my head back and growled.
His hot mouth and tongue stroked my sensitive neck.

   "Oh, fuck!" I groaned.

   His fingers worked my flesh harder.  I couldn't stop myself even if I'd
wanted to.  The water caused my sensitive cock to throb.  His hands pushed
me further, seemingly milking the cum right out of me.  And his cock was
still wedged up my ass, adding an incredibly pleasant sensation.  I gasped.
My body jolted as cum pulsed out of my cock.  Thick juice blasted out,
quickly washed away by the shower's streaming water.  Toby continued to rub
me, using watery cum as a lubricant.  He slowly humped his prick in and out
of my hole all the while.

   Toby slowed and finally stopped altogether.  He wrapped his arms around
my chest and his head slumped over my left shoulder.  Both of our cocks had
begun to soften.  I could feel less pressure in my ass now.  He kissed my
cheek and started to pull from me.

   His cock finally was removed from my asshole with a satisfying slurping
noise as it withdrew.  There was no going back from this, whatever the
cost. The memory of that fuck in the shower would be with me to the end of
my days.  Toby and I instinctively pulled one another back up the bed,
exhausted to the very core of our beings.  We lay there for many long
minutes, him snuggling in my arms, as sleep began to overtake us.

   Finally he softly murmured, "Thank you."

   "For what?" I asked him sleepily.

   "For everything.  For fucking me.  For letting me fuck you."

   "I guess this officially means I'm a God damn bisexual," I said softly,
then after a moment, "Promise me that this won't get weird tomorrow.  This
was fun, but I like chicks too much, if you follow me."

   "Yeah," he said, "Me too."

   "Okay," I said.

   "Okay," he replied, his head resting on my chest.

   Then after a minute he asked me, "Marc?"

   "Yes?" I replied.

   "You know you're my best friend dude," he told me, "And I love you."

   "I love you too, dude," I answered, knowing it was a true statement.

   I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him smiling.  I was smiling
also.  There was nothing more that needed to be said, so I closed my eyes
and went to sleep.

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