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 Buddies by sirkeljerk
(http://sirkeljerk.diaryland.com)(sirkeljerk@hotmail.com)

   I was in town just for the weekend.  My sister's high school graduation
and mom insisted that I be in town.  She was happy, my parents were happy,
and I played along.  It had been so long since I had been home that it just
felt sort of weird.  An adult in my own life, I was relegated back to big
bro or first son at home and well, it was just sort of strange.  So I
figured rather than hanging around with the parents all night I would give
myself an excuse to get away.  Scott had been my best friend in high
school. We did nearly everything together until he discovered girls his
senior year.  But still, we were best buds and went through all the ups and
downs of varsity baseball tryouts, prom dates and college admissions
together.  On that last score, we headed to different sides of the country
and had slowly lost touch.  I had heard through the grapevine that Scotty
had some trouble in his junior year of school and moved back home.  I had
heard more recently that he was still living there, so I gave him a call,
and he was, seemingly excited to see me.

   After taking in an appropriate amount of festivities, I made my excuses
and headed over to Scott's parents house.  The drive brought back a lot of
memories and I was feeling pretty nostalgic by the time I arrived.  Scott
had said that he would pick up some movies and we could just drink some
beers, catch up and hang out.  I parked in his driveway and walked up to
the door, almost heading around back like we used to do as kids, and
knocked.  I almost didn't recognize Scott when he opened the door.  He'd
always been a really solid looking kid in high school, but just slightly
juvenile looking.  The guy who opened the door was tall and slim, nice
solid biceps swelling out of short sleeves, tight Structure type shirt
showing of solid pecs and abs.  He'd filled into a very masculine looking
body.  The only reason I knew it was Scotty was the wave of dark hair which
dipped down almost to his eyes.  We embraced, his hug very firm, big hands
tight against my back, and I commented on how good he looked.  He thanked
me, told me had been working construction for the past 3 years, along with
spending more than his fair share of time in the gym.

   We grabbed some beers and headed to the family basement after I said
hello to his parents.  The basement had been transformed into Scotty's
apartment and it looked like a typical bachelor pad.  We folded up the
futon that he slept on so that we could sit and watch the TV while we
talked.  4-5 beers later, the slight awkwardness of seeing each other had
faded and it was back to old times.  Well, not exactly old times.  Scott
just seemed so self assured, self confident.  I have to admit that making
contact again, with what I had heard about him dropping out, etc, I had
been worried that he would be depressed or defensive, and frankly I had
been feeling pretty superior.  But here was this really vibrant, great
looking guy, who was seemingly really enjoying what he was doing, happy to
be around to take care of his parents as they aged, and really just solidly
secure in who he was.  I was first shocked and then, really taken in by his
manner.  His smiles were so easy, and his gestures so affectionate that he
really put me at ease and in fact made me feel bad about thinking that I
had something to lord over him.

   Now I have to admit, that I have a tendency, with a certain type of guy,
to develop harmless crushes.  Don't get me wrong, I consider myself
straight as an arrow.  But a certain self confidence, together with a toned
body, and some sort of mischevious look in the eye wins me over ever so
easily.  There have been various guys in my life who have had this effect
on me and I usually became there willing sidekicks in purely platonic
friendships.  Scott had never been that kind of guy, but within 10 minutes
of talking to him, I could feel that what I had always thought of as
admiration begin to arise.  I thought of it as I always did, just my
expression of how impressed I was, or rather how I wish I saw more of that
guy's characteristics in myself.

   But when Scott popped in the movie, Swimming Pool, and then sat back
down, I began to feel something else.  I was sitting on one side of the
futon, and Scott did not sit on the other, but rather about in the middle.
He said something at the time about spilling some beer on the other side,
but all I really noticed was the heat of his presence next to me.  He was
arm and really sort of musky swelling.  The movie was overtly sexual, lots
of beautiful women walking around, so that could have explained the
erection that quickly grew in my jeans, but if I was honest with myself, it
was really the presence of my high school buddy, no more than inches away
from me, which was really getting me going.

   I kept looking over at Scott, studying his jaw line, his lips, the
slight stubble on his cheeks, that outrageous black hair that was always
falling into his eyes, and I could feel myself imperceptibly lean towards
him, drawn to his smell, or maybe his lips.  I looked back at the movie but
I had an undeniable urge to kiss my friend.  It was so weird.  I had
struggled a little with my sexuality in junior high and early high school,
but after my first girlfriend, I never looked back.  Now I had an
incredible urge to really see Scotty's new body.  Naked.  It had been a
long time since I had been with another person sexually.  I was working
hard and just had not found the time, but that only partially explained the
turmoil that I was feeling.  Most of it really had to do with an incredibly
attraction to the man sitting next to me.  The urge to feel his hard pecs
and abs pressed up against me.  To feel his hard cock touching mine, to
feel his hard ass muscles in my hand.  God what was wrong with me?

   I almost pissed myself when I was looking right at Scott, imagining
kissing his lips, when he turned to me and asked if I wanted a beer.  I
don't know if he had noticed me staring or not.  I looked away and then
back at him and said please.  He paused the movie and I absently rubbed my
erection through my jeans, heart beating wildly, as I thought about what
the fuck was happening.  I tried to examine what I was feeling, and found
it too dispassionate.  I really wanted to kiss my old high school buddy. 
Wanted to feel his tongue between my lips, wanted to put my face in his lap
and suck his cock.  I really wanted this, it wasn't just an abstract
feeling of horniness, I desired Scott's cock in my mouth.  And there was
nothing wrong with that.  Unless Scott thought there was.  But we didn't
really have a friendship anymore, not really, so I wasn't risking much. 
Except maybe his beating the fuck out of me.  But he wouldn't do that to an
old friend.  So at worst it would be awkward again.  But that wasn't too
much to risk.  At least not compared to the ache in my cock.  So that was
that.  I was going to make a pass on my buddy.  God.  My heart was racing.
How should I do it?  What was most subtle?  Shit.

   Scott came back down with the beers and I watched him walk from the
stairs to the futon.  My cock throbbed.  I was really going to do this.  I
thanked him and he punched the movie back on.  After a few moments, and one
quickly sucked down beer, I slid my hand to the small space of futon in
between us.  It touched both his thigh and mine.  I didn't apologize as
guys tend to do when they incidentally touch each other and I didn't move
my hand.  I just felt him through my pinkie.  And then at then next tense
part in the movie, I grabbed his thigh, and jumped slightly.  Then laughed.
Scott laughed to, but didn't punch me when I didn't move my hand from his
thigh.  I ever so slowly began moving my hand down to his knee, rubbing his
leg through his jeans, and then back up, past the spot I had originally
grabbed and then down again.  I looked over and his eyes were on the
screen, but his lips were moist, and his eyes were slightly knitted.  I
moved my hand to his lap, searching for and finding his long erect cock
tucked tight to his far leg, reaching down ¾ of the way to his knee.  It's
length and girth caused mine to spasm, my hand gripping his tight organ. 
Rubbing his penis softly through his jeans, I reached over and kissed Scott
first on the cheek, then as he turned towards me, on his moist lips.  Our
mouths remained closed at first as we felt the pressure of each other's
lips, and then I opened mine, tonguing his lips and then the inside of this
mouth, our tongues pressing against each other sliding by each other, his
tongue exploring my beer soaked mouth.

   At some point passion got he better of us and we were licking and
sucking with abandon.  My hands pulled his shirt up and over his head and
then pulled my own off as I pressed him down to the futon, my body pressing
down upon his.  I felt light above his solid manly body, something I never
felt while laying atop my various girlfriends.  The feeling was
intoxicating, and I attacked his lips again, then his neck, kissing and
biting, my thigh pressed against the huge bulge of his penis, as he pressed
his thigh against mine.  I move my mouth still lower, kissing and sucking
the little hairs on his mostly smooth chest, then biting and licking at his
man nipples.  He moaned as I bit at his chest and I moved still lower.  His
abs were solid as I tongued each individual muscle, and then dug into the
crevice of his belly button.  I followed the curve of his pelvic muscles to
the top of his jeans and then didn't stop, sliding down to tongue the
length of this erection through his jeans.  I was fevered as my hands
fumbled with his fly.  Scott laughed at me as he felt my shaking arms and
pulled me back up to his mouth.  Kissing me as he teased me about wanting
his cock so bad.  I humped his leg and moaned into his mouth, felt his
hands slide between us and undo his fly.  He pushed me back and I knelt on
the edge of the futon, naked from the waste up, cock constantly dripping
precum into my jeans.  Scott stood and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them
and his red boxer briefs down his legs in one pull.  His cock sprang loose
and it was massive, seemingly 9 or 10 inches long, and thick as my fist. 
It jumped up and slapped against his abs as he knelt to slide his pants off
his legs.  When I could peel my eyes off his cock, I looked at his legs
which were muscular, but trim.  Black hair covered most of his thighs and
shins.  Heavy balls, probably the size of golf balls hung in a hair sack
beneath his cock, which was based by a heavy bush of black pubic hair.

   Scott smiled at me and stepped forward.  I thought about teasing him,
thought about licking at his thighs fondling his balls.  But in the end I
just wanted to know what his cock felt like.  I took it in my hand first,
rubbing the head feeling its spongy hotness, covering my hand in precum
which I spread down the throbbing length of the big dick.  Touch base, I
slid back up, sliding freely on the precum, feeling the heat with my hand,
the sticky oiliness of the cum.  I knelt forward and licked the head with
my cum, tasting the salty gooiness of the cum, feeling the cock throb under
my tongue, leaning down to lick all the way to the base and then back to
the head, taking it into my mouth, tasting it more fully, the deep must
flavor mixed with saltiness.  The aroma and taste intoxicating.  The
passion of being on top of Scott returned and I pushed my head down on his
cock, taking an inch and then two, then three into my mouth.  My lips
stretching around the girth of my cock as I felt the head push into the
back of my mouth.  Gagging and then sliding back off it.  Hearing Scott
moan and then laugh through the blood rushing in my ears.  Hearing him tell
me to suck his cock, take as much of his bar in as I could, suck him deep.
I reached my hands around his waste and gripped his hard ass cheeks,
running a finger along his crack, down to his balls and then back again as
I took the head back into my mouth, sucking air in through my nose as I
swelled at the taste and smell, pressing hard with my head down on his big
dick, fighting the urge to gag while I kept my teeth hooded and my tongue
pressed to the underside of the huge throbbing piece of meat.  I slid a
finger against his asshole as I pulled my head back of his cock, gasping,
choking, saliva strands hanging between my mouth and the throbbing red
head. I pushed my mouth back on and this time it slipped past my throat
muscles, the urge to gag just barely suppressed, the unnatural but very
full feeling on having something huge in my throat, my tongue still sliding
across the underside of the big dick.

   Sliding back off I began bobbing my head, dousing the cock in saliva,
fingering at Scott's asshole as he began to thrust his hips to meet my
bobbing head.  With one hand I undid my fly and pushed my jeans down to my
thighs, my cock springing out soaked in precum.  I jacked my cock with my
hand as I sucked the big dick and Scott moaned, asking me if I was his
bitch, his little cocksucking slut.  Bobbing harder I jacked off quicker,
my hand and head a blur on their respective cocks as I pushed my wet finger
into Scott's ass.  He moaned and then I felt him tense, his hands entwining
with my hair and pushing my head down onto his cock until I choked, then
sliding me back off, fucking my face for just a moment before he tensed
again and then his cock throbbed in my mouth, and I suddenly found my mouth
full of gooey saltiness.  And then it was sliding out of the corners of my
mouth and down my chin as I struggled to swallow, the goo sliding down my
throat and filling my stomach as Scott's cock throbbed and throbbed.  Some
of the cum dripped of my chin and down my chest as I rubbed my tongue hard
against his cock head.  My hand blurred on my cock and I moaned on Scotty's
cock as I tensed and shot my own load all over my chest, pants and Scott's
legs.

   I licked his cock until it was clean of cum, then sat back on my
haunches, my cock withering in my lap, soaked in cum.  Scott sat naked on
the couch and began licking our sperm off my body.  His rough tongue felt
incredibly against my hot cum soaked body and he slid my stained jeans off
my legs, licking at my soft and sensitive cock until it was clean.  He
slowly sat up and stretch, a big grin on his face, and I blushed slightly
when he complimented my enthusiasm.  he pulled my head down into his lap,
where it rested next to his now soft but still large cock.  Then he rewound
the movie to where we had become distracted, and we finished the movie,
naked, in my buddy's basement.