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 Chapter 3 of 14 (?).  In this episode, Sebastian and Ethan, highschool
seniors and best friends, skip school and discover in each other intimacies
they never would have dreamed possible.

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   Chapter Three

   Attrition.

   It was a word I had been dreading since those profoundly affecting
events in the Lunsford house.  For those not steeped in Catholic dogma, I
was guilty of attrition because it was my amoral repentance due to my fear
of worldly punishment rather than my love of God causing genuine sorrow for
the wicked sins I had committed.  But, despite my recent lapses in thought
and behavior, I had enough respect and awe for the teachings of my Church
that I wouldn't compound my previous iniquity by giving a false confession,
a mortal sin that would put my very soul in jeopardy.

   Because I was anguishing with my private internal turmoil, the weekly
Mass seemed extra long today, every declaration sounding the clanging
chimes of my eternal doom, an annunciation that I was truly damned.  When
the final hymn was sung and Father had exited the chapel, I was in a state
of near-panic.  Thankfully my trepidation was masked by the other guys
milling around outside the confessional, chattering in small groups and
whistling and hooting at one another.  We were supposed to be standing in
an orderly fashion meditating on the Stations of the Cross, but Brother
Thomas had taken one of the sisters to see the Mother Superior and we were
momentarily without supervision.

   "I can't do this," I whispered frantically to Ethan.  He was sitting
with his back against the wall, his knees up, thumbing through the latest
issue of Flash music magazine, the one with metal group The Hessians on the
cover.  His seated position drew his trousers tightly across his groin and
I imagined it outlined his sizable penis, making me remember the previous
day in the worst way.

   "Do what?" He didn't look up from the mag, the latest exploits of The
Hessians' notoriously egomaniacal lead singer Jax Junker.

   Disgusted by his flippant attitude at our impending judgment to eternity
in Hell, I nudged his hip with one of my loafers, hissing: "Confession!"

   He looked up then, genuinely baffled, then that familiar roguish smile
spilled over.  "Why not?  Cursing, lecherous thoughts, soul-degrading
malthusianism, blah blah blah, twenty Hail Mary's and twenty Our Father's
later, and you've passed through the morality car wash and come out fresh
if not brand-spanking-new on the other side.  What's the big deal?"

   I stared at him, goggle-eyed and speechless at his flippant attitude
towards one of the Catholic Church's seven sacred sacraments.

   "Well fine." He took a melodramatically heavy sigh then stood, brushing
off the seat of his pants.  "Then let's get jigging."

   "Cutting class?" I groaned.  "I look to you for guidance in a moral
crisis and your response is to add insult to injury?  Not helping!"

   "Okay." He shrugged.  "So you're ready to go in there and tell Brother
Thomas about our little porn-watching episode and subsequent
circle-jerk-of-two session yesterday?  Oh, I'm sure that would go over well
with the pious man of God.  And quite the accusation you'd be making
indeed!"

   "Shhhh!" I hastily gagged his blabbering by clamping my hand over his
mouth, looking guiltily over at the group of guys closest to us to see if
they'd heard anything incriminating.  "You're not only irresponsible,
you're evil!"

   "Perfect timing." I glanced around.  "Brother Stephen's gone, and I know
I'm not in the mood for another one of his usual insipid lectures on the
Church's revisionist theology ~~ I don't care what you say.  If that doofus
were to become Pope tomorrow, within a year there'd be statues of Buddy
Jesus, the happy hippy hipster."

   The confessional entrance opened behind us and I sighed heavy-heartedly,
watching jealously as another student went in, seemingly innocent of the
burdensome guilt that weighed heavily upon me.  I couldn't do it ~~ I just
couldn't.  It wasn't just that Ethan and I had looked at the smutty
magazines and watched the X-rated movies, or even that we had jerked off
together.  Believe you me, that was plenty bad enough, but sitting in the
dark and acquiescing to either Brother Thomas or Brother Michael the
graphically detailed erotic fantasies I had been indulging in about Mrs. 
Lunsford??!!  No frickin' way ...  the mere contemplation made me feel
nauseous with trepidation.

   "Okay," I agreed, grabbing Ethan's arm, feeling like yet again I was
taking the chickenshit route but seeing no other viable alternative. 
"Let's do it."

   "Sebastian!" It was Ethan's turn to sound scandalized.  Right then, I
considered turn around to be fair game.  "Are you serious?"

   I nodded, half-assedly convincing myself it was the only choice.  I
hoisted my backpack off the floor, saying loudly, "Hey man, let's go to the
bathroom."

   Ethan sniggered at my clumsy deception, as we left the church proper and
went into the breezeway.  "Good cover."

   "I'm no escape artist," I whole-heartedly agreed, then put my friend on
the spot.  "So how do we manage to evade detection, Mr.  Smarty Pants?"

   "Follow me," he said, and I did, winding our way from the modern part of
the school that we had been in and into the labyrinthine corridors that
made up the original monastery, stopping at a door that I'd seen many times
before and had always ignored, tucked between the Advanced Biology Lab and
the main Physics classroom.

   "Where are we?"

   "Just a repository," he shrugged as he made his way through rows of
dusty metallic rackings of storage shelves chock full of hand-signed
cardboard boxes, yellowing textbooks, outdated audio/visual equipment, and
various sundries.  Portions of an old planetary diorama were haphazardly
stacked in one corner, the ceramic Jupiter cracked in two and poor Mercury
in shards all over the floor.  But the oddest thing were the dozens of
glass jars filled with pickled dissection animals, hundreds of frogs and
baby pigs lined up in preternaturally ordered rows, floating as if in
suspended animation in the cloudy brine.

   Ethan flashed a strangely sad look back at me when he saw me staring at
the preserved specimens.  "Sometimes I wonder if maybe that's what hell is,
being entombed in glass for eternity where solitude and madness are your
only companions."

   "Oh man, aren't you just full of joy and happiness today," I tried to
retort with biting sarcasm but his dismal words and those creepy piglets
were really freaking me out.  I was very relieved when he reached an
iron-strapped oaken door tucked into a neglected corner of the room.  He
tugged it open, revealing a dimly-lit staircase.

   "Where are we?" I asked, consciously feeling my way downwards in the
dusky gloom, holding on tight to the rickety railing.

   "Maintenance tunnels that connect the schools and the church, now.  I
think some of them may have had other purposes back in the day but they are
pretty much abandoned now." Maybe I should explain something.  Our school,
Saint Thomas, is officially connected to the Alessandrian Monks who run the
school, their private monastery and the church Our Lady of Charity, the
same name of their sister organization and the name of the girl's school,
though we usually just referred to it as Charity.  While there was quite a
bit of crossing over between schools by the Alessandrian Brothers and nuns
of the Charity Sisters in terms of teaching, the boys of Saint Thomas and
girls of Charity were, for the most part, kept segregated.

   Ethan was still waiting for me at the bottom, though he'd become
decidedly impatient.  "Erica and I meet here sometimes for what she likes
to call our secret rendezvous."

   "Fuck man!" I gasped, mentally adding my rather vulgar obscenity to my
list of sins for the week.  It was a relatively small trespass,
considering. "She'd be shot on sight if they found her ... and so would you
for that matter!" The Brothers and nuns were no joke.  One of the
principles of the Alessandrians was discipline in soul, mind and body, the
latter which they achieved via boxing.  How exactly they justified the
practitioning of this bloodsport with Jesus' non-violent teachings I never
quite understood but nevertheless, when their temper was up, they were real
badasses.

   "No one will find us," he arrogantly assured me as I followed him
blindly along yet another lightless passageway until we found ourselves in
what I presumed was a long-abandoned cellar, filled with nothing but
cobwebbing and scattered debris.  There were dust-draped windows high up
the drab fieldstone walls that let in a little, bleary light, illuminating
another stout iron-bound oak door that Ethan opened and waved me through.

   "What is this?" There were cots all along each side of the long, narrow
walls of the room we stepped into.

   "Old storm cellar-slash-bomb shelter, if I had to wager a guess." He
started up the rusty iron rungs of the ladder to our left and pressing
insistently on the trapdoor above his head.  "Either that, or this is where
they do all their diabolical experiments on the really naughty students,
never to be heard from again!"

   I laughed at his over-the-top performance, following him up the ladder
and waiting as he pressed at the door.  Jesus, why was I now noticing the
tight curve of his ass, why did the way he fluidly twisted his narrow hips
to gain leverage remind me of that day?

   "They leave this open?" I flinched at the dazzling brightness of a
tropical Blue Bay afternoon as he finally heaved the door open with a grunt
of effort, happy to be distracted.

   "I broke the lock a couple weeks ago so Erica could enter." He looked at
me, somewhat bemused.  "Did you really think I was going to risk making out
with her at her parent's home?  Her daddy is a detective.  You've seen his
collection of guns."

   I shook my head, incredulous that my best friend had the balls-out
temerity to be fooling around with the daughter of a guy who not only had a
dozen Walthers, Smith & Wessons, Glocks and god-only-knows what else in an
unlocked cabinet in his house but who had already shot and killed at least
three suspects.  And all that for a girl who, quite frankly, with her
strangely Hebraic nose, wire-rimmed glasses and disastrous attempt at
trying to emulate pop starlet Majella's boyish haircut, was pretty much the
definition of nerdy.

   Ethan gave me a helping hand up and swung the door shut again.  We were
now standing in the familiar grassy field just outside the weatherworn
granite-and-fieldstone walls that surrounded the entire compound, making it
appear like some prison citadel out of a 1940's men-in-the-big-house movie.
In fact, I vaguely remembered Brandon Coleridge claiming that his
great-grandfather had been the principal architect for both Saint Thomas
and Toomsboro State Penitentiary, better known as `The Tomb', but Brandon
seemed like such a snobby a-hole to me so I typically ignored him.

   "And now we're home free." He playfully punched my shoulder, one of his
more annoying habits.  "Let's go to my house and do something we'll have to
confess later."

   "I'm boycotting confession." I glanced nervously over my shoulder,
feeling that there might be someone watching us.

   "Come on, there are delicious rewards for being bad." He whooped out,
something that didn't help my latent paranoia.  "And we won't even have to
miss the first six innings of the Tridents game today!" He paused.  "They
do play today, right?"

   He asked because my father was general manager of our local minor league
baseball team and I nodded my assent, knowing as I do his schedule by
heart. We made good use of the last three hours that we should have been
attending classes, stopping by the local Mom `n' Pop's convenience store
and picking up a six-pack of Buzzo Cola, a bag of chips and a mixed bag of
various Sweet Tooth candies.  We sprawled out in Ethan's spacious living
room and pigged out while we watched Blue Bay spank our cross-state rivals
the Miramar Beach Neptunes without interruption.  It was a real treat.

   Ethan flipped the TV off and casually stretched, his button-down school
uniform shirt pulling out of the waistband of his trousers, revealing the
taut muscles of his ridged abdominals.  "Whatcha wanna do now?"

   "We should do homework," I answered resolutely, my head abruptly filled
with the vivid memory of surreptitiously watching him stroke himself.  I
tried to push the illicit thought away, but I couldn't when he sat that way
with the fabric of his trousers straining over the thick bulge clearly
visible underneath.  I couldn't help but wonder if he had even bothered
wearing his boxers...

   "Now, what kind of fun would that be?" He exaggeratedly rolled his eyes.
"If you're gonna skip school, you gotta make it worth your while!"

   "Well... you should show me more of your mom's collection." I couldn't
believe it was me who mentioned it first.  I'd sworn to myself that I
certainly wasn't going to even think about it, let alone ask about it.

   He grinned from ear to ear.  "Now you're talking.  Come on." We left our
candy wrappers and empty pop bottles strewn all over the sofa and headed
upstairs.  My cock was already lewdly pulsing in anticipation.

   "What about your mom?" The clock on Mrs.  Lunsford's nightstand read
4:08 p.m.  She typically came home somewhere around five.

   "You heard her the other day.  That new product rollout that she's in
charge of.  I don't think she got home `til about 9 yesterday." He reached
under the bed and drew out two large boxes.  "Here we are, a veritable
salmagundi of porno for our mutual viewing pleasure." He laughed, using the
obscure word our dorky English teacher had referenced the previous day

   "Where do you think she gets all this?" I opened one of the boxes and
first noticed that there were a bunch of paperback novels I hadn't looked
through before, all with suggestive but not explicit drawings on the front
of bare-chested guys and half-naked ladies and boasting equally insinuative
titles like "Mating Games", "Made for Two Men" and "Between the Covers". 
But they were relatively tame compared to the magazines and soon I was
sifting through the slick and glossy pages of titles like Rogue, Rascal,
Smutty, and Club Raunch.  They were definitely not names I had ever heard
before, nor seen behind the counter at the local Mom `n' Pops alongside the
more familiar PlayPen and Wildcat for that matter, but the pictures were
vivid and shockingly pornographic ~~ and unbelievably arousing.

   "I think they're all foreign." Ethan opened the video box.  "At least,
I'm guessing the magazines are, based on the way the boys and girls look.
Who knows?  She probably knows somebody who can special order them for
her."

   "Do you get stuff in the mail in plain brown wrappers?" I opened up to a
page to find a sexy naked woman kneeling in front of a muscular man, her
pouty lips wrapped tightly around his massive erection.  Just the sight of
it made my penis twitch restlessly.

   "Oh yeah, all the time." He eagerly pulled a tape out and popped it in
the VCR before flopping down on the bed with the remote in one hand.  "Come
on, man.  I've seen this one before.  You gotta check it out."

   Abandoning the magazine, I crawled up next to him as he impatiently
fast-forwarded through the credits, settling myself on a pillow.  I was
quite surprised when he stopped at a scene that featured two guys on
screen. I secretly admitted to myself that both men, each wearing only
baggy shorts that featured their bronzed, sleekly-muscled bodies, were
attractive in a sleazy kind of way, one lazily flexing a dumbbell up and
down while the other lounged by the pool.  They were talking about their
girlfriends and how unsatisfied they were with their sex lives in that
gratingly inept way that I'd already grown familiar enough with to utterly
despise.

   "I thought you didn't like the dialogue in these things." I said
disgustedly at Ethan.  "I know I sure as hell don't."

   "It doesn't last long," he replied a little breathily, and when I
glanced at him, I saw that he already had his hand brazenly resting on that
big bulge, fingers squeezing suggestively at his visibly-swelling crotch.
My belly involuntarily clenched, knowing full well what he was doing to
himself there.

   I wanted to touch myself, too, but in the harsh light of day, I just
couldn't seem to bring myself to do it.  Trying to distract myself, I
focused on what was occurring on the screen.  The two actors were standing
face to face now and then the one leaned over and touched his lips to the
other in a kiss, slow but not quite tentative.  A silent gasp caught in my
throat and a hot flush burst through me.  Frozen, I sat there and watched
them, unable to tear my eyes from these two half-naked men as they put
their hands all over each other's smooth skin and soulfully kissed.

   "Oh my God," I whispered, watching their tongues tangle together, a low
groan sounding from one of them, bracketed by the soft sound of their
clothes rustling as they moved closer in their heated embrace.  How
incredibly stupid I had been to deceive myself into thinking Ethan hadn't
seen me watching the gay porn.  What had he thought then?  What was he
thinking now?

   "Oh, it gets better," he murmured, bright eyes fixed on the screen.  "A
lot better!" I could see his fingers moving over the fabric that strained
to contain the ballooning erection obscenely bloating his crotch as if he'd
stuffed an overripe banana down there.  I squeezed my own thighs together,
feeling a hot throb between my legs.

   The guys on screen's kiss deepened, to the point I could see mouths
opening wider and the firmer and more frantic slide of tongue against
tongue punctuating the wet sounds of their torrid smooching.  Both of their
hands had been sliding from the brawny walls of each other's chest and down
to their heaving bellies.  Rapt, I watched as with frustrated groans, they
both broke off the sexy kiss, panting as they synchronously yanked their
shorts off and kicked out of them quickly so they were naked in no time. 
They stood there, totally naked and staring at each other, breath heaving,
equally oversized cocks so damned hard they stood flat against their
mutually sculpted abdomens.

   My mouth watered, my hand going to my throat as the heat of their
sexplay made my entire body throb.  I knew I should stop watching but I was
enthralled at the sight of these two hard and masculine men wrapped up in
this intensely passionate moment.  Glancing over at Ethan and seeing that
he wasn't paying the least attention to me, I slid my hand down, so I could
cup my own bulge ~~ just to ease the ache a little bit, I justified to
myself.  I wish I could say I was surprised to find myself fully engorged
and lustily aching but I was unbelievably turned on.  The taboo of what I
was watching along with the fact that she was watching right alongside my
best friend ~~ equally engrossed in watching these two incredibly masculine
men making love ~~ made my skin itch with unspoken desire and unsated
longing.

   "Watch," Ethan whispered hotly, and he was now blatantly fondling his
barely-concealed raging hard-on as the television revealed a scene to me
that a week prior I never thought I'd believe was arousing ~~ but it
definitely was.  One of the guys' mouths skimmed down the other's
powerfully built throat and across his protruding collarbone, down over his
nipples.  My mouth, which had previously been salivating, went dry as a
bone when I caught sight of his tongue flicking nimbly over the other man's
flat copper-colored nipples.  He hissed and arched into his lover's
suckling mouth, his groans getting progressively louder as the guy fell
worshipfully to his knees.

   "Isn't that hot?" Ethan asked, gesturing towards the one guy who had
kneed himself forward, taking the veiny shaft in his hand and then moving
his sensuous mouth to him.  His slippery tongue slid around the meaty head
and then slurpingly sucked it inside.

   I nodded, but didn't say anything, feeling my cock throbbing demandingly
through my conspicuously tented trousers and driven near to desperation to
touch myself.  I fervently wished I could see more of the oral action but
the actor's hair played peek-a-boo with the scene as he rhythmically moved
his suctioning mouth.  Of course, when he did sweep his long mane over,
revealing he was taking the beefy cock over and over, I watched, entranced.
I took in every detail, every nuance, noting the way his vacuuming mouth
pulled up, exposing the wet and hard flesh of the ruggedly thick stalk, and
then slid back down toward the root.  When it became too much, I closed my
eyes but I couldn't escape it.

   "Oh ...fuck.  That's so good.  God.  Yes," the one guy kept whispering
encouragingly.  "God damn, you're good at that.  Fuck." Hell, even the
sloppily wet sounds and impassioned moaning that are the soundtrack of
inspired fellatio were too tempting for me to resist.

   Wanting to break the searing tension, I looked over towards Ethan and
felt my heart go into my throat.  He had pulled his cock out and grabbed it
in his knowing fingers, and I knew exactly what it felt like to have my
touch sliding along the spongy ridge flaring out at the base of the tender
glans.  It felt pretty damned good and the slow churning of his hips became
a blatantly sexual writhing and grinding.  My eyes locked on his hands and
I saw him slide his thumb over that glistening slit at the tip of his big
cock.  When he brought that thumb to his lips and tasted his own appetizing
precum.  I choked back my own moan He did not.  He moaned, ragged, full of
unabashed desire as his head lolled on his shoulders.

   "Does it really feel that good?" I gulped, immediately wishing I could
take it back but at the same time unable to resist for a moment more
savagely ripping my trousers down, roughly shoving my boxers aside.  I
couldn't help it, my cock so swollen and tender that merely feeling it flop
heavily against my lower torso sent a shuddery pleasure rippling through
me.

   "Oh, Sebastian, you have no idea.  I wish I had a tongue..." he
responded breath was noticeably laboring, misunderstanding what I had
meant. He was pumping his tantalizingly massaging fist over his beefy
erection in steadily quickening strokes.  "Any tongue, right now..."

   The guy getting fellated onscreen was loudly moaning "Don't stop, don't
stop!", a sheen of gleaming sweat dripping off every tension-bunched
muscle, his large hands sliding through the other man's long hair and
gripping it white-knuckled.  His lover acceded to his insistent demands,
first gorging faster, then selflessly allowing himself to be controlled,
cupping his man's swaying balls in one hand with the other bracing his
weight on the muscular thigh in front of him as the other guy began
aggressively pumping in and out.  Those long strokes accelerated into rapid
thrusting and then to speedfucking into his mercilessly battered mouth. 
There was no finesse, no slow perusal of the other.  It was hard and fast
as raw lust took over.  When he started coming, his entire body convulsing
manically as he squirted his creamy semen onto his lover's tongue, lips and
cheeks, I was jacking myself.  It felt so good I could barely stand it ~~
but I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, not ever.

   "They take turns," Ethan wheezily whispered.  Sure enough, on screen,
the second guy, having apparently cleansed his face in the meantime, was
standing up now, and the first man was sitting upon a chaise lounge, his
head in his lover's groin.  The second actor's pubic hair was much like
Ethan's, sparse and curly and light and his quiveringly erect penis was a
deep, dark pink, the stem and bulb both alluringly fat and delectably
swollen.

   "Oh God, that feels so good," Ethan murmured, and I couldn't help
watching him rock with it, his eyes closing as he bit his lip.

   I licked my painfully parched lips as I leaned up on my elbow and
overtly admired Ethan, mesmerized by the way his blurred hand shafted
himself with such delicate fury.  I felt those familiar nameless urges
surging up within me, enticing me, seducing me.  Was this really happening?
What would it be like to kiss his sensuously-full lips, to lick those
nipples red against the curling hair dusting his masculine chest, taste the
salt on his naked skin, brush the wayward hair from his eyes?  A
diminishing part of me was revolted at the thought of performing this
intimate act.  Did this mean I was gay?  More significantly, how would
Ethan respond to a sexual advance from another man?  Would he be horrified
or delighted?  Tentative or eager?  And of supreme importance, would I, or
we, be simply taking advantage of what I feared was only loneliness and
misplaced lust or was there something else there, something deeper?

   I moved closer, not sure of my own intentions, but this time I didn't
stop myself.  Some small part of me still feared I would regret this but
the stark need of the moment overwhelmed me as I leaned in and feathered a
kiss on his lips and heard his immediate startled gasp, his eyes flying
open wide.

   "I'm sorry," I apologized, my belly clenching in fear of rejection,
seeing the shock registering on his handsome face.

   He moaned shamelessly.  "Do it again....  oh, please..."

   I'd been looking into Ethan's eyes, taking his measure one last time. 
If the wanton longing in his voice hadn't betrayed his innermost needs, the
hungry expression on his guileless face, his lips parted, his azure eyes
flickering with anticipation as he held my gaze, would have.  Unable to
contain myself any longer, abandoning any sense of self-control to my
anarchic desires, I brought myself closer until our lips touched.  Our
first real kiss was everything I could have dreamed in a kiss, starting out
sweetly and gently, far more gently than I would have expected from an
athletic stud like Ethan, a tender, almost romantic joining of kindred
spirits.  It couldn't stay that way long, but for those few precious
moments, I knew true bliss.

   Within mere moments, the tentative exploration and delicate touch of new
lovers was swept away by the tide of homoerotic lust held back so long.  I
took Ethan's face in my hands, fingers gliding up into his silky hair as I
held him fast, and pulled him toward me to claim his mouth.  For some
reason we both drew to our knees as if in prayer, our masculine chests
meeting as the object of our worship was held in each other's arms.  It was
an intimately erotic moment and it was inevitable that the shared kiss grew
harder and rougher, Ethan's lips now moving against mine until I felt his
slippery tongue begin to bore its way through my lips.  I realized what he
wanted though I had never been kissed with such raw intensity in my life. I
quickly opened my mouth and felt tongue meet slithery tongue, snaking and
curving together in the wet heat, making me actually moan against his open
mouth.

   "Ohhh yes," Ethan suddenly moaned again, arching his back.  I'd
forgotten he'd been frantically jerking off, but that didn't stop him from
grabbing at my head with his free hand, pulling my mouth harder than ever
against his as we resumed making out.  I loved his aggression, feeling him
tauntingly nibbling at my lower lip, wanting to have him devour me, and I
loved the way my mouth felt invaded.  I was quite happily sucking on his
eel-like tongue as it wriggled around inside my mouth, almost seeming to be
trying to count how many teeth I had.  It was a kiss that took my breath
away but made me want more and more.

   Ethan, however, had other more pressing needs.  He pulled his mouth from
mine, at which I moaned in protest until I saw his face, exquisitely
anguished with his critical moment.  "Oh Sebastian," he gasped hoarsely,
and I could hear his palm slapping loudly as he fucked his cock into his
gripping fingers.  "Oh make me come, I'm gonna come!"

   I seized him fast, fingers twisting in his thick hair, then crushed my
lips to his in a ferociously soulful kiss, determined to give and receive
pleasure at Ethan's sweet mouth.  I latched on to his wiggling tongue,
licking on it for all I was worth, back and forth, around and around, until
I was suckling on it so hungrily I could hear the sloppy wet squelches. 
The voluptuously sexy sound made the ache in my own cock spread like a
contagion, making me crazy.  I wanted badly to come but didn't, pressing my
hand sharply to avert the crisis, just holding the delicious feeling there
between my thighs as I felt him shuddering and trembling and arching in the
throes of unimaginable ecstasy.  Without breaking our kiss, I twisted just
in time to see his crimsoned cock shoot a creamy plume that splattered
along his heaving chest, a second ribbon of hot white shooting almost
immediately afterwards and with very nearly the same intensity.  Watching
his tempestuous orgasm was powerful, stunning, life-changing, and knowing I
had played a part in it was even more exciting.

   "Oh my god," he murmured in awe, his hand resting on his abs now, his
whole lower torso striped with cum.  "That felt soooo good."

   "It looked like it," I replied softly and he met my eyes, face flushed
but smiling and open, without a trace of awkwardness or self-consciousness.


   "Want me to make you feel good, too?" He leaned up on his elbow, still
breathing hard, those remarkably bright eyes twinkling in mirth.  Then,
without warning, gave me a rambunctious shove that pressed me flat on the
bed and left him laying on top of me.  I was going to retaliate but my
heart thundered and my insurgent lust reared once more as I became achingly
aware of my rampant hard-on spearing into his deflating but still
formidable cock "It's only fair we take turns."

   Some small, dying part of me wished I would put up some resistance, at
the very least hesitate, but for the first time I did not silently anguish
over my desires, my sexuality, my orientation or Ethan's intentions.  I lay
there trembling, breathing hard, desperate for his touch as my best friend
straddled my thighs to kneel over me, the expression on his face intense,
almost fierce, lust smoldering in his brightly shimmering eyes.

   I did not know what exactly I was anticipating, but I do know I wasn't
expecting Ethan, still securely hugging my flanks with his strong thighs,
to lean forward and grip my wrists tight, pulling them upwards to hold them
high over my head against the blanket.  He bent forward, lightly kissing my
lower lip.  When I began to respond, to try to kiss him back, he teasingly
pulled away, vivacious eyes dancing, hooded with desire.  He still was
holding me pinned to the mattress when he kissed my underarm, moving his
nose against the soft hair.  I shuddered, finding the intimate gesture
curiously arousing.  He responded by sliding his moist tongue along the
side of my pectoral muscle, his downy-soft hair trailing along my naked
flesh.  This intimacy was a total surprise and I suppose I could have
denied him, could have wrested my wrists from his secure clutches and could
have demanded Ethan's more direct attentions.  Instead I found himself
sinking back into the pillowy mattress, burgeoning desire pinning me to the
bed, curiosity keeping me still.

   Ethan had been kissing along the planes of my well-muscled chest, heated
tongue swirling sultrily, the unprecedented sensation so delectably erotic
it made my nipples spring to attention amidst my curling chest hair.  That
did not escape his attentive notice and seconds later his hungering mouth
was over one of the fleshy buds, his dexterous tongue rolling over it like
liquid fire while his hand sought the other one, too, rubbing it hard with
titillating touches.  I had to touch myself.  I had to, I didn't have a
choice.  The feeling between my legs was too great, the soothing bliss
making my eyes flutter shut, its serene intensity too much to ignore. 
While I stroked myself, hard and quick, somehow his massaging lips and
whirling tongue made the same pattern over my distended nipple, sending
mellifluous ripples through my body, right down between my legs.

   "Ethan!" I gasped, my eyes flying open when I felt my best friend gently
squeeze my tightening balls in his cupping hand.  I looked downwards to see
his sucking mouth working as he famishedly feasted on my turgid nipple. 
"Oh, God!" I was breathing hard, part terrified, part desperate for an even
more intimate touch.  And when he leaned forward mere moments later,
fingers boldly curling around my spearingly-erect shaft, it felt too good
for me to do anything other than close my eyes and savor the exquisite
sensation.  I could hear the two guys on the TV, bawdily moaning and crying
out, but I couldn't open my eyes to watch.  I was too entranced by Ethan's
suckling mouth and masturbating hand gliding rhythmically up and down along
my aching cock, igniting shockwaves of tremulous pleasure through me.

   "Do you really want to know what a tongue feels like?" X whispering
asked against my chest, his voice ragged with need..  I met his eyes, and
saw how hungry he was and wondered if I looked that way, too, when I was
watching her.  "I'll do it to you... do you want me to?"

   I groaned piteously, contemplating just what exactly was a mortal sin
and the implications of committing one, as the ferocious heat between my
thighs went from the blazing of a house fire to the white-hot inferno of a
blast furnace at the taboo image.  I shook my head, but the word that came
out of my mouth was, "Yes!"

   "Sebastian," Ethan asked thoughtfully, probably reading the disquiet
warring on my face.  "Are you sure?"

   "Yes."

   Ethan sat back, his mouth curved in a smile that was almost cruel, and I
was suddenly very aware that his control over me was absolute, at least for
the moment.  "What exactly do you want me to do with this giant cock of
yours?"

   Still struggling internally, I didn't reply, my eyes still closed, my
voice not responding, but I tilted my visibly-trembling erection toward
Ethan in what I hoped was obvious invitation.  I felt my best friend's
fingers applying more pressure around my balls that he still cupped in his
palm as he repeated, "I said, what do you want, Sebastian?"

   I opened my eyes, embarrassed.  "I ~~ I don't know what you mean."

   The pressure tightened around his balls, an erotic discomfort that at
once confused and excited me.  "Of course you do.  I want you to ask me for
it.  Ask for what you want, Sebastian.  I'm aching to give it to you."

   I took a deep breath, so aroused by this unexpected but deliciously
kinky game I could barely speak.  "Suck my cock.  Please, Ethan.  Do it."

   Ethan laughed softly.  "With pleasure," he whispered, and before I knew
what was happening, he was between my legs.  The tension was nearly
unbearable as his knowing tongue ran down the sensitive valley where my
thigh met my groin.  That wicked organ traced trails of desire beneath my
swaying balls, licking and kissing the wrinkly flesh of my tender scrotum,
making me shiver with unabashed pleasure and mounting anticipation.  My
untouched cock was straining restlessly upward, its blunted tip glistening
with a pearlescent drop of pre-cum as I waited impatiently for him to bend
over and, just like the guys and girls on the video, for his plush lips to
wrap around my pulsing manhood and take me deep into his sucking throat.

   Several minutes seemed to pass and all Ethan was doing was playing kissy
games with my balls, ignoring that which needed attention the most.  `Do
it!' I wanted to shout, nearly unable to bear this tortuous teasing a
moment longer.  So far my best friend's lips had not touched my hard shaft,
which lay fully erect against my ridged belly, bobbing up and down with my
racing pulse.  My arms remained high above my head, my eyes closed, my
heart beating a steady tattoo in his chest, so much so that I thought it
might burst from my chest, as I arched up, moaning in frustration.

   I almost shouted for joy when I felt Ethan's busy mouth move off my
scrotum and glide upwards.  The sensation of his slippery tongue swabbing
up my shaft was like nothing I had imagined.  It was beyond mortal
pleasure, really, and I couldn't help but open my eyes to see this erotic
dream coming true.  Looking downwards, I witnessed him bend his face just a
little lower, letting his pouty lips finally touch the glossy purple glans.
He pursed his lips ever so slightly, feathering a light, lust-provoking
kiss on the flaring slit notched in rounded tip of the plum, a silky smooch
that sparked off electricity humming in me, making me shudder violently. 
My hands automatically come up to affectionately stroke sides of his
handsome face, fingers threading through his dense hair.

   "Man, I always knew you had a big cock," Ethan breathed admiringly on
the mushroomy tip as if he were speaking into a microphone, staring at its
fleshy length as though its majesty hypnotized him.  "But, God damn, I
can't believe it!" His hand was continuously stroking up and down my burly
shaft, thumb pressing into the rubbery crumple under the swollen head. 
There weren't words for how good it felt when his soft, eager tongue joined
his fingers and lips, licking in long wet strokes.  Iridescent pleasure
exploded through my loins as he skillfully tantalized my heated, taut
flesh. These new sensations were even more delicious, more intense than my
wettest night dreams or wickedest fantasies and they made me moan, nearly
desperate with need.

   "Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph," I moaned, moaned, my voice low and breathy,
my head falling backwards, letting myself go completely.  I had expected
inexpert, tentative attentions but what I got was Ethan's serpentine tongue
tracing intricate patterns around my cock, one hand possessively clutching
the base of the engorged stalk while the other played mischievously with my
balls.  And when he lowered his mouth over the mushroomed tip, lips locked
tight around the shaft while his moist tongue flickered lightly over the
heat-engulfed glans, the feeling was joltingly electric, the sensation of
newfound sexual pleasure near indescribable.

   Without realizing what I was doing, I reached out to lovingly touch
Ethan's cheek but found myself instead aggressively gripping his hair and
arching up against his omnivorous mouth.  I expected him to recoil but
instead he responded by making an encouraging noise in his throat while he
ovalled his lips and started consuming me whole.  Ethan took as much of my
cock into his slurping mouth as he could, pulling up on the throbbing shaft
as he lowered his head.  He nearly choked as, in his gluttonous haste, he
pressed the head of my penis against the back of his throat.  Much of the
spearing fleshy rod disappeared into his greedily gorging mouth, causing me
to moan out in my astonished bliss.

   "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I cried out, arching and twisting against him.
It felt so good, I never wanted it to end.  He withdrew back upwards
slowly, maintaining the innerving friction with his pressuring lips,
massaging my immersed cock with his flexuous tongue, lightly grazing the
taut skin with his nibbling teeth.  Even when he drew off, panting heavily,
he massaged the glistening shaft with his curled hand, moving it up and
down to maintain the unbearably pleasurable friction, his other hand still
cupping my balls.

   "You're wondering how I did that?" Ethan asked as he sat back, his eyes
fixed on my face, his own smile lazy, his cheeks flushed.  "I've been
practicing for weeks on that dildo I gave Erica.  You remember, the one you
used to get yourself off in my mom's bedroom?"

   I blushed, wondering whether he had ever even actually gotten into the
shower or simply closed the door and, peeking through the hairline crack,
had played the naughty voyeur and peeped in on me stroking off with fingers
and vibe to the video of the two guys and girl, much as I had watched Mrs.
Lunsford that first unforgettable night...

   Those thoughts and all others evaporated when Ethan's hot mouth once
more lowered over my jutting cock, his lips creating a light sensual
suction as he took my beefy rod fully into his sultry oral heat.  Once more
he suckled and kissed, massaged and teased, increasing the radiant
sensation more than I thought humanly possible, until my body pulsed and
shivered with each sensual, thrilling touch.  And it only got better,
because now, instead of allowing the plump bulb capping my cock to simply
nestle at the back of his throat, he permitted it to glide down still
farther, into his hot, yielding windpipe, until he'd very nearly taken it
to the hilt!.  It felt like pure heaven.

   Since my best friend had begun his blowjob, I had been trembling with
the barely suppressed need to writhe and arch toward the offered pleasure
of Ethan's mouth but had been concerned that my abundant size and his
virginal inexperience would cause him to choke.  But now that he had
demonstrated an amazing proficiency at fellatio, and I began subtly sliding
my long thick cock in and out of his thin-stretched lips, always leaving
the incredibly swollen tip half an inch inside his mouth as I began to
guide his bobbing head with my fingers threaded in his hair.

   Not that I needed to give Ethan any pointers.  From the way his nostrils
flared, the dreamy way he looked up at me, the passionate moans resonating
out of his diaphragm and the sheer insatiable voracity he displayed, he
loved sucking my beefy cock.  He was also ceaselessly inventive, now
insistently tugging on my saliva-slickened shaft and bouncing scrotum to
inspire me to speed up my deep, inward thrusts.  His handsome head bobbed
rhythmically on the end of my skewering penis, and my heavy, cum-laden
balls swung up and slapped against his chin, the light fuzz covering them
brushing against him like an airy feather.  I gleefully watched the puffing
out of his cheeks above me as he fought to keep his breath, practicedly
catching small gulps of air on each outstroke.

   Waves of deliquescent pleasure washed over me and I eased backwards on
the pillowy mattress as Ethan put his heart and soul into the rapacious
fellating of my throbbing cock.  He began to lick and suck madly like a
lust-crazed incubus at the thick, hardened shaft imbedded in his mouth, his
lips mucousy from the unique mixture of my glutinous pre-cum and his
lubricating saliva.  The thin tensile rim of his mouth clung to my lengthy
shaft as I stroke long and deep, his cheeks hollowing with the intensity of
his suctioning, making my whole body ring with tension and quivering from
the wild sensation.  Whenever he had the slightest opportunity, he utilized
that tireless tongue of his to gloss around and around the swollen head,
tonguetip flickering inquisitively into the tiny slit to thirstily sample
the lubricating pre-cum that was oozing out there.

   While I shivered with my steadily escalating ecstasy, Ethan continuously
sucked and slavered on my aching cock, moaning sensually on the fleshy rod
he was orally skewered by.  I looked down, once more savoring the sight of
my towering, thickly-veined shaft buried in my sexy best friend's
lust-contorted face.  I felt his strong hands brazenly massaging the
pleated skin of my scrotum, playing teasingly with my tender testicles as
he sucked metrically up and down the steely hardness of my obscenely
swollen erection, all the way from the smoothly rounded head to the velvety
flesh at its thick base.  With the furnace of my loins radiating
cauterizing sensations outwards, I had begun humping my hips upwards as a
reflex action whenever Ethan's swallowing mouth descended, forcefully
impaling his willing throat deeper on my tremendously hard cock.  He gagged
only slightly at the choking entry, struggling to maintain his inhalations.
It came as a great rasping sound, as he sucked in a gulp of air from the
sensation.  I shook my head in wondering, why it was he so gluttonously
wanted to have as much cock as possible, seemingly constantly craving the
totality of my penis in his worshipful mouth at all times.

   By now, my cock was throbbing agonizingly under Ethan's oscular
ministrations and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer, even as much as
I wanted to hold back the scalding flood of my pent-up semen as long as he
could.  I could feel my testicles steadily tightening, my back arching
higher and higher, my lips parting in a low continuous moan.  Thrillingly,
my schoolmate seemed to be enjoying it as well, because not only could I
hear strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the
constricted passage of his throat but I could also see his whole sleekly
naked body quivering, a slowly-stroking hand resuscitating his own penis
back to life.  His hand had left my swinging scrotum and was now working on
the naked globes of my buttocks that I was fiendishly flexing up and down.
Now those gentle fingers probed my nether entrance and I couldn't help but
lift my hips to assist him, fully savoring the sinful thrill of this
forbidden moment.

   The indescribable sensation of having a slickly wet finger slipped into
my virgin anus even while Ethan's lushly cushioning lips and maddeningly
twirling tongue weaved a sizzling spell over my sensually-tormented cock
brought me to the point beyond which no human male can endure.  A turbulent
climax began to mount like a tsunami hurtling recklessly through my
thrill-wracked body.  I knew I was going to come in mere seconds and
apparently he knew it too because he lowered his head again, glutting and
gulping almost ferociously, the demanding rhythm driving me nearly
psychotic with raving lust.  In fact, it demented me enough that just as I
prepared to release my creamy seed into his hot mouth, I took hold of his
head and held it firmly in place as I brutally fucked his face, my
lust-crazed body strained to bury the pulsing rod of my big cock balls-deep
into the hot narrow gullet of my best friend!

   "Ethan" I rasped down at him as my hips spasmodically jerked up tightly
into his face.  My fingers, completely devoid of any conscious control and
still tangled tightly in his hair, forcibly shoved his head down harder
onto my convulsing penis.  Despite the seemingly callous or, at the very
least, selfish nature of my action, in my heart I wanted to express to him
how good it felt, how incredible it was, how thankful I was for this
altruistic gift he had given to me, but all that I could manage was, "Oh
God, oh God, oh God, oh God...""

   I couldn't say anything else other than "Oh, God!" and soon I couldn't
even say that ~~ words obliterated, thoughts smashed, fears and trepidation
dissolved under the delicious onslaught of my assaulting orgasm.  The sheer
violence of the first barrage of blitzing ecstasy rampaging a path of
wanton destruction through my every nerve nexus made my body spasm and
shudder, loins thrusting against Ethan as I came.  My best friend responded
by holding me fast around the hips, his tongue moving even faster, the
vibration of him moaning upon my throat-engulfed cock making my climax even
more violent.  I was being deliciously violated by surges of raging blisses
wreaking sweet havoc through my bloodstream and it went on and on and on. I
was only saved from utter annihilation by Ethan, taking every drop of my
seed until I was spent, continuing to gently milk my hypersensitive cock
until the terrible tremors began to subside and with a final ragged cry I
collapsed, dropping his head, my body utterly limp with expended pleasure,
my lover resting his cheek

   For the longest time afterwards, I couldn't open my eyes, still too
overwhelmed with the dizzying sensations.  But in the wake of the slowly
receding orgasmic blisses, rational thought finally returned and I became
aware of Sam as he sidled up next to me, draping his arm over me.  I tried
to speak, to express my joy, my amazement, the intensity of the experience,
but all I could do was mumble, still unable to muster up the physical
strength even to form words.

   When Ethan began stroking my hair from my face, I became aware of an
exotically musky scent on his breath that I knew was from having my penis
buried between his lips.

   "Didn't it feel good?" He seductively pressed the length of his smoothly
muscular body against mine.

   I nodded my agreement, not opening my eyes.  Good wasn't the word for
it. I swallowed hard, still a little breathless, and that's when I felt his
lips brushingly touching mine.  They were soft, warm, and wet.  His whole
face was wet ~~ his cheeks, his chin.  My eyes flew open when his tongue
twirled against mine, and the taste in his mouth was tangy and spicy and
strangely arousing, a potent aphrodisiac.

   "You taste sooo good," he whispered, breaking the kiss and looking at
me. His eyes searched mine, hungry, pleading.  "Can it be my turn now? 
Please?"

   I bit my lip, feeling something tighten in my belly as I shakily sat up
and knelt between his legs, looking down at him.  Ethan looked almost shy,
like he was afraid I would say no, and that strengthened my resolve. 
Secondly, I was truly grateful to this man who had given me such an amazing
blowjob, my first!, an experience that I knew I would treasure and cherish
in memory forever and I wanted to display my gratitude.  But the thing that
truly decided it for me, lightyears beyond those other reasons, was that
this was Ethan Lunsford, my best friend since the first grade.  We had
grown up together, as boys, teenagers, and now as men.  I trusted him as I
trusted no other person on this planet, not even my beloved parents,
telling him damn near every one of my secret dreams and desires.  I didn't
know what love was then, and in many aspects I still can't define it, but
all I needed to know was that at that moment if I loved anybody, I loved
Ethan.

   Resolute in my decision, I flopped down on top of Ethan and within
moments we were frenziedly writhing in an impassioned embrace, our mouths
soulfully kissing and playfully nipping at each other.  I slid my hand down
to his incredibly muscular butt and pulled him toward me so that his huge
erection, feeling like a bar of molten steel between us, was grinding
against my softened penis, spilling out its pre-seminal slickness so that
soon my groin and abs were liberally smeared with his slippery wetness. 
Sometimes when our cocks slid against each other the blunted tip of his
glans would catch momentarily against my spongy ridge, and the uniquely
erotic sensation made him groan into my mouth.  I could hear the raw, male
need in that shuddery moan and instinctively knew that he wasn't going to
last long.  If we wanted to do more than this, amazingly sexy as it was,
then I was going to have to get to it.

   To that end, I pulled back from his tasty mouth, and instead, assailed
his throat, licking the veins popping up and sucking at his Adam's Apple. I
quickly moved down to where I was swabbing my tongue on the sensuously
smooth skin of his magnificent pectoral muscles moving closer to his
impossibly tiny, dime-sized areolae.  I sucked at them, and the nubbins of
his masculine nipples erected, becoming hard little bumps.  He groaned
loudly, slightly, his lower torso slightly moving for the first time. 
Evidently he really enjoyed that and I made a mental note of his apparent
affinity for nipple foreplay.  But that would have to wait for now because
I was moving on.  There was so much more of him I wanted to taste.

   I pushed him over onto his back and, scrambling down on my hands and
knees, slid down his body until I was between his legs with my head
positioned between my lover's thighs.  Ethan's incredible deepthroating of
my penis had completely destroyed any lingering puritanical doubts I may
have had, and I wanted nothing but to initiate in him the same
scrumptiously lusty feelings that had ripped through my own aching, burning
cock like a hot wind.  I worried that that ultimate goal might be more
difficult to achieve than I had first guessed because my best friend now
lay compliant on his back, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face.
Only his cock betrayed his calm demeanor, rigid at a forty-five-degree
angle above his body.  I wondered if maybe he was having second thoughts,
but then I realized he was laying so still against me, asking nothing,
demanding nothing so that I wouldn't feel the pressure to perform I might
have had he been more insistent.  He needn't have worried!

   Focusing my attention on Ethan's penis, my mouth dropped open at the
sight of the thing, making me sigh and quiver in rapture as I stared in awe
at the impossibly juicy rod of lust-engorged masculine flesh.  To say that
he was a mouthful was to do him a disservice.  He was way more than a
mouthful, his beefy erection rising like a tree from his pubic thatch. 
Thick.  Long.  Hard.  Beautiful.  Those were words that came to mind as I
gazed adoringly at his impressive endowment, big and chunky and so
delicious looking.  Immediately my mouth was watering and I felt my own
fiery passion set to blaze in my loins as I noted the whole length of his
meaty shaft was mapped with a network of crisscrossing blue pulsing veins.
But what I found most interesting, however, was the fact that the head of
his cock was quite small.  In fact, the thick shaft of his cock had far
more diameter than the head.  The head sat on the top of this thick, rigid
phallus almost like a cherry on top of a sundae and I immediately thought
that would make it much easier when...

   As I tentatively reached out with a trembling hand to touch him, I had
only a hazy idea of what I was going to do, but as long as it involved
Ethan's wonderful-looking penis, I knew I was all set.  Knowing how I
myself liked to be touched himself, slowly, teasingly at first to build up
my anticipation, I drew my finger along the stalk.  The skin was smooth and
soft, the network of veins tactilely pulsing.  When my fingers eased down
to the base, I let them slip under to touch his balls, so delicate beneath
my fingertips.  I couldn't help but lick my chapped lips and swallow into
my parched throat again, this level of sexual intimacy sparking off a
heated desire that blazed like a mid-summer fire in a dry thicket within my
loins...

   Ethan had been sighing breathily but otherwise he had so far remained
near-motionless, his eyes closed, the little smile still playing at his
lips.  But when I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started moving
fluidly it up and down the length, he began to sensuously moan, his lips
parting.  I felt an unexpected thrill of control as his responsive cock
hardened still farther in my masturbatory grip.  Slowly, with long, even
strokes, I pumped him, using some of my favorite onanistic techniques like
twisting my wrist and flexing my fingers.  He was getting lost in the
malthusianistic pleasure and sensation, his once regular breathing now
distinctly labored and I grinned with satisfied delight as his hips rose to
meet my caressing hand.  I reached down and fondled his balls with my free
hand, juggling the fleshy spheres within their wrinkly sac, and was
astonished to feel my own penis beginning to revive despite my recent and
very intense orgasm.

   "Oh Sebastian.  Yes," Ethan said, his voice husky with mushrooming lust.

   I mumbled something in response in my own skyrocketing desire then,
feeling my heart begin to hammer, I lifted his hefty erection from where it
rested on his abs.  Then I dared to lower my crimsoning face until my mouth
was level with the crest of my best friend's erect penis, my lips poised
just beyond the bulbous, blunted end of his visibly throbbing erection. 
Looking him in the eyes, I brought it to my hungry mouth, shamelessly
watering for its first taste of cock.  Ethan nearly jumped when I leaned in
and planted a tenderly affectionate kiss on the very tip, tasting his
pre-cum.  It was salty and sweet, far more sweet than salty.  The next
moment found me lightly licking around the sleek glans, the spongy flesh
yielding against my swishing tongue.  Jesus, `I can't believe I'm doing
this,' a part of me thought while another part whispered back, `What took
you so long?'

   With no idea if I was doing it right, primarily using my practice on
Ethan's dildo as a guide, I slipped my mouth down onto his large, hard
penis.  He tasted different than I expected, a little acrid at first, but
very quickly surprisingly bland.  The feeling of his naked flesh under my
investigating tongue was unique as well, like a bar of fresh-forged
tempered steel wrapped in lavishly soft satin.  Growing more confident I
decided to see how far down I could go, taking just about half until I
couldn't take any more.  How had Ethan deepthroated me, taking my cock so
far back that I had felt the head of my shaft hit the back of his throat
and slide even further?  While his penis was substantially thicker, mine
was significantly longer, and yet I was nowhere near as proficient at
performing a blowjob as he was.  How would I ever learn to do that?

   Ethan quelled some of my doubts my letting out a loud moan as I came
back up on his saliva-slickened length, my tongue flicking out and swiping
across the plummy head, lapping up all the sweet precum it was producing.

   "Does it feel good?" I asked, genuinely curious, hoping my fellative
efforts were being successful.  I saw him watching me, eyes glazed over,
face flushed with lust, and it boosted my self-confidence and gave me the
incentive to play a little game with him.  "Isn't it funny?" I whispered in
an overly naïve voice, mimicking the childishly provocative dialogue of the
pornos we'd been watching.  "Doing this just makes me want to touch
myself." He groaned, ogling me as I reached down and began exaggeratedly
stroking my resuscitated semi-erect penis even as I leaned back down, my
eyes locked on his as my kissing lips slipped over the streamlined tip of
his flavorsome cock with a wet slurpy sound.

   "Please," he murmured roughly as I took him in again, halfway, making
him drenchedly wet with my saliva.  "Oh Sebastian, my God..."

   Heartened by my best friend's unabashedly erotic response, I began
working my head up and down, never taking my eyes off his handsome face,
trying to remember all the varied methods of performing oral sex I'd seen
in the films to inspire my own virginal effort.  As I bobbed faster and
faster, suctioning inwards on my inhalations with my cheeks and tongue
acting as supporting element, Ethan's previous serenity began to dissipate.
Something else took over and he started to thrust against me.  I was
thrilled to have such an effect on my dear friend, but when I went just a
little too deep and he pushed me just a little too far, the rounded tip
bumped into my soft palette, making me begin to choke and gag and I jerked
back with a spluttering cough.  Startled by the suffocating sensation of
the reflexive defensive mechanism, I felt utterly embarrassed by my
pathetically inept attempts to pleasure him.  I desperately wanted to
please him, to serve him in the sexy way in which I had been served but I
felt him tensing.

   "Take it slow," I heard Ethan whisper encouragingly.  "You're doing
fine. Better than fine.  Just relax and take your time."

   I obeyed him, slowly lowering my head to again take his slightly
flagging erection into my mouth only this time I was a bit more modest in
my attempts.  My self-assurance began to return when I felt his big cock
rehardening until he was as rigid as a block of cement, the knowledge that
I was the one responsible sending that now-familiar jolt of power coursing
through me.  Slowly I began to move my head up and down as I had before,
growing steadily more confident in my cocksucking abilities as I pulled
against the saliva-doused flesh with one stroking hand, the other one
playfully jiggling my best friend's big balls.

   "Yes, yes," Ethan whispered, watching me through half-closed eyes. 
"Suck it, baby... god, that's so good!"

   I had always thought that some of the things I had seen in the X-rated
films had been affected, but the practice showed it was part and parcel of
the physical act.  For one, I had always assumed the sloppy wet noises were
faked, but as I fellated Ethan, I found that whenever I added to the
suckling pressure by drawing my cheeks in, the resulting vacuum made the
familiar slurpy sounds, somewhat reminiscent of an aquarium filter.  The
same went with the amount of saliva that was produced.  I found my mouth
inundated with spit, streams dribbling out the corner of my mouth and
spilling down my chin, so much so that whenever I let him out to take a
breather, great glistening strands of it would tenaciously cling between my
lips and his lustrous glans.  And instead of feeling demeaned or degraded,
I found them intensely titillating and rubbed myself harder, reveling in
the newfound sensations.

   "Yes, oh god, yes.  So good, so perfect," Ethan breathed during a series
of sighs and moans.  His hips lifted slightly as he angled himself toward
me.  My jaw was starting to ache, but I didn't care, I kept on sucking him,
hungry and eager.  At first I had been wholly selfless in wanting to make
him feel good but by now I was feeling like little more than a writhing
form of sweat-drenched, lust-demented male flesh that begged to have the
delicious cock in my mouth fill me to the brim with its precious seed.  And
it was to that end that I took him deep.  Once more it nudged into the back
of my throat but this time, by force of will and raw determination, I
fought back the reflex and allowed his plump glans to slide into my
windpipe, deepthroating him until my nose was buried in his short and
curlies.

   "Ahh!  Fuck!  Yeah!  Suck my cock!  Fuck!" Ethan obscenely groaned.  It
seemed like the decadent feelings were sweeping over him and he was
becoming lost in a mindless haze of pleasure.  Feeling triumphant at my
small victory, I showed him no mercy and gave him no quarter, gorging
insatiably on his scrumptious cock, using my tightened hand to tauntingly
stroke his saliva-sopping shaft whenever I withdrew.  `Oh God!' I inwardly
moaned, relishing every deepstroke of the delectably pudgy penis stretching
out my slavering mouth.  This was heaven.  This had to be heaven, to be
getting all the cock I could handle.  In retrospect, my whole life up until
this moment had been empty and hollow before I had tested the courage of my
convictions and shown trust in my best friend to be this intimate with him.

   By now, Ethan had his hands in my hair, pressing me down further while
simultaneously humping his hips to jam all of his thick inches down my
eagerly accepting throat.  His breath was coming faster and faster, and I
could feel the tension in his thighs as he increased the tempo of his
thrusts, his escalating lust making him buck and jerk under my gluttonous
mouth.  I closed my eyes in utter abandon as Ethan pressured me.  I
whimpered, looking up at him, not sucking him so much anymore as he was
fucking my mouth, using my skewered lips and wiggling tongue, and my
willing, lust-weakened body in general to seek his ultimate release.  At
that very moment, he was viewing me as an exciting receptacle into which he
would pump his hot, sticky semen and for some strange reason I found that
unspeakably thrilling!

   "Ohhh fuck," Ethan groaned, demandingly pressing my head down.  The musk
of his sweaty groin surrounded me as I swallowed as much of him as I was
physically capable of, sliding down his beefy rod until my nostrils were
flaring in his bush and his glans was spreading open the tunnel of my
throat.  I knew then that I wasn't about to let his load go to waste
painting his chest or abs.  My left hand was a pumping blur, stroking my
throbbing erection as it strained towards its own climax with each
breathlessly raunchy cry from Ethan's lips.  "Fuck!  You're gonna make me
come!  I'm gonna shoot!  Sebastian!"

   Ethan made a low growling noise before screaming out incoherently, and I
could feel the tremors start that announced I had pushed him over the edge.
I felt his body go into a momentary paralysis the instant before he began
ejaculating in a series of spasmodic jerks, a ragged cry punctuating each
creamy spurt.  Since he was still engulfed in my throat, I let his spasming
cock belch out his masculine essence for one or two tremors, those first
jets of cum going straight down into my stomach without anything stopping
it, before I pulled back so that I could taste him.  I got my wish, feeling
him begin to shoot volley after volley of creamy hot fluid into the
interior of my desperately sucking mouth, coating my tongue with his
smoothly tangy essence that reminded me oddly enough of raw oysters.  My
cheeks expanded like a balloon as I gulped and swallowed down in
lust-crazed voracity the nectar washing into me, fastening my lips like a
tight elastic ring around his jerking penis in my staunch determination
that I would swallow every precious drop.

   Ethan's orgasm went on and on, coming in blasting waves, and the
intensity of it became too much.  I had been frantically jacking my own
throbbing erection and when I felt some thin white droplets dribbling from
the corners of my lips, it was all the instigation I needed for my own
release.  My dazed mind began to whirl in a maze of deliciously vertiginous
colors, flashing on and off with the galvanic shocks of coruscating bliss
that were jolting like lightning through my ecstasy-wracked body to the
very core of my being.  It made me shoot off my own juicy load, though not
nearly in the amount my best friend was, one or two squirts followed by a
few lethargically sluggish spills mirroring my internal narcotic stupor.

   With my sweet little orgasm slowly subsiding, I found my best friend's
slowly deflating penis slipping from between my still-sucking lips.  Thin
viscous strings of cum hung persistently from my saliva-wettened chin
connected me with his limp organ as Ethan's sinewy hips collapsed back on
the bed.  I crawled back up the bed until we were lying there face to face.
He looked at me with wonder and gratitude written all over his handsome
face as I touched my mouth against his and we shared a tender, heartfelt
kiss.

   "Mmmmmm..." His hands were moving over his thighs like they had after
his self-induced orgasm the day before, just petting himself lightly.  He
looked over at me and flashed a wickedly sinful smile.  "Doesn't it feel
good to be bad?"

   I touched my lips, still swollen from our kisses, still wet with his
semen, and nodded.  I had to admit it ~~ it really did!