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His Best Friend's Secret 
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

A man discovers that his best friend is gay and wants
to understand why, he wants to support his buddy not
redicule him. (MM, 1st-gay-expr)

***

"Hey Craig, you down there?" Matt

Harris called out as he started down the basement 
staircase.

"I'm in back, Matt," called out a strong masculine 
voice from the bottom of the stairs. "Come on down."

Quickly, the five-foot-eight teenager made his way down 
the stairs leading to the basement of the Longwood 
house. The room at the foot of the steps had been 
converted to a small apartment, complete with 
kitchenette and bath. It was exactly the kind of place 
Matt wished he had in his own house. It was the first 
time he had been down here. Previously Craig's parents 
had rented out the small room, but turned it over to 
Craig two weeks ago as a graduation present. He was 
still in the process of moving in.

"I'm in here, Matt," came the voice from the outer 
room.

As Matt stepped through the doorway, he could see that 
this half of the basement was much more like the one in 
his own house: rough, bare cement walls, exposed pipes, 
ceiling beams. Part of the basement had been converted 
to storage bins. Another third was taken up by the 
boiler and water heater. All the way in the back, near 
the outer door, was a weight bench and several rows of 
barbells. It was on that bench that he found his 
friend.

"I'll be with you in a few minutes." 

Craig puffed as he lifted the heavy barbell as high as 
he could. 

"I only have a few more sets and I'm done."

"No problem," Matt replied as he looked down on the 
muscular youth on the bench. "I guess I'm a little 
early, anyway."

Craig Harris, at eighteen, was six months older than 
Matt. He was also five inches taller and about twenty 
pounds heavier. Clad only in a thin pair of blue gym 
trunks, most of his tanned body was exposed to view. 
More than half the girls in their graduating class 
would've been willing to drop their pants in a minute 
if they were standing in Matt's place.

The younger teen took a moment to add up the weights on 
the barbell Craig was using, quickly deciding that it 
was far more than he could ever lift. It wasn't that 
the blonde-haired young man wasn't in good shape. In 
fact, he had been on the high school's baseball team. 
Matt had more of a lean, athletic build, while Craig 
had been working out with weights since his early teens 
and had played football for that long as well.

He watched his friend complete a few more sets and 
realized with a small shock that he was staring at the 
steams of sweat running down his well-developed chest 
and arms.

"Why don't I take a look at the computer while you 
finish up here?" Matt said as he began to turn away.

"Good idea," Craig said, as he paused for a moment with 
the heavy weight again fully extended at arm's length. 
"All the stuff my uncle sent over is piled up on my 
desk."

-=*=-

Back in the small apartment, Matt sat down on the 
computer, which had been set up on the desk and hit the 
on switch. It wasn't long before the screen came to 
life and filled with the old familiar windows 3.1 
setup. The computer had been given to Craig by his 
uncle when he got a newer system. The computer wasn't 
the top of the line model that you'd find if you walked 
into any store today, but it was more than Craig 
needed. 

Matt was a firm believer that no one really needed all 
of that crap that was stuffed into computers nowadays -
- at least not for home use. He picked up the spec 
sheet and quickly ran it down: 33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 
540M hard drive. It was still a good machine, no matter 
what anyone said. It fact, the only reason Craig's 
uncle had gotten a new one was that the older machine 
had a problem with a lot of the new upgrades that he 
wanted to hook up. It was cheaper in the long run to 
just buy a new one.

The one upgrade that the young man was glad to see was 
the 28.8 bps modem that Craig's uncle had put in. The 
spec sheet said that it had originally come with a 2400 
bps modem. Matt cringed at the thought of showing his 
friend how to get online at that speed. He quickly 
brought up the File Manager and checked what was in the 
hard drive.

"Over 300 Megs available," Matt thought, then smiled. 
"They did a good job of cleaning up the drive."

The last time he had volunteered to help a friend set 
up an old computer, the drive had been so crammed full 
of junk that it had taken him hours just to delete all 
of it. Since the main thing that Craig was interested 
in was getting online, Matt brought up the copy of 
Netscape that had been left. The account information in 
its memory still belonged to Craig's uncle, so Matt 
deleted it and entered the info for his own online 
account. Once Craig learned how to get around online, 
he'd call up TIAC and get his friend his own account.

"Now where did he put those notes?" he asked himself as 
he searched a desk filled with manuals and printed 
sheets. "Craig could learn a few things about 
organization." 

Finally he spotted the folder he was looking for on the 
far edge of the desk. He reached out for it, but bumped 
the pile of papers and the folder fell behind the 
dresser, next to the desk.

"Shit," he muttered as he got up out of the chair to 
retrieve it.

Matt had to pull the bureau out a little to reach down 
and behind it. He spotted the folder resting next to a 
pile of magazines that must have fallen down there 
earlier on.

"Craig really has to learn how to pick up," Matt 
laughed, as he grabbed both the folder and the books, 
pulling them up.

Dropping the four magazines onto the nearby bed, the 
red-shirted young man was about to turn his attention 
back to the computer when the title of one periodical 
caught his eye.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed loudly, before he could check 
himself. He quickly looked over his shoulder to see 
whether his friend had heard him.

After a few seconds Matt turned his attention back to 
the magazine. The banner on the top read "Hombre." 
Underneath it was a picture of a well-developed 
Hispanic man wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. 
Flipping through the pages of the book, Matt saw that 
it was filled with similar pictures of men. Only they 
weren't wearing any jeans. They weren't wearing 
anything else, for that matter.

"Damn," he whispered to himself, ever conscious of his 
friend's presence in the outer room.

Matt quickly picked up the second book. It was called 
"Ebony and Ivory." Unlike the first magazine, this one 
had much more than nude shots. The men in this book 
were black and white and they were engaged in various 
sexual activities. He stopped on one page in particular 
that showed a young white teen, who couldn't be more 
than eighteen years old, kneeling in front of a 
muscular black man in his forties. The young man had 
his mouth wrapped firmly around the older man's cock.

Fueled by curiosity, he turned to another publication 
called "Young Men In Lust." Unlike the other two books, 
this had no articles. It was filled, instead, with 
glossy pictures of teenaged boys having sex with each 
other. All of the boys in the book looked to be about 
his and Craig's age. In fact, there was a picture of a 
young man taking a cock up his ass that Matt thought 
looked a little like him. So much, in fact, that the 
picture, following all the others, had given him a 
hard-on. He was about to see what the last book was 
about when he heard steps behind him.

"How are you making out, buddy?" Craig asked as he 
stepped into the room, drying his face with a small 
towel. "Got it all ready to..."

The tall, dark-haired athlete stopped in mid-word as he 
looked at his friend sitting on the bed and spotted the 
magazine spread open to a two-page centerfold. The 
picture was of two guys in a tight embrace, sharing a 
hard kiss while at the same time playing with each 
other's cock.

"Where did you get those...?" Craig asked in a slow, 
hesitant voice.

"I found them behind the dresser," Matt explained, a 
little ashamed to have been found looking at them. "One 
of the folders fell behind there and I had to move it 
to pick it up."

The color seemed to fade from Craig's face, despite the 
tan he had been working on since the beginning of the 
Summer. The look on his face was one few people had 
ever seen, one of utter devastation. In one brief 
catastrophic moment, his entire aura of self-confidence 
was gone.

"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing with 
magazines like that?" he asked in a defeated voice.

"What you're doing...?" Matt repeated. "You mean, these 
are yours?"

"Whose did you think they were?" Craig asked in return, 
cursing himself for not thinking. He might've be able 
to explain them away if he hadn't said anything.

"I thought they might've belonged to the guy who was 
renting this place from your parents. The way they were 
wedged in against the wall, I figured he'd dropped them 
there and forgot them when he moved out."

"Oh shit, shit, shit," Craig muttered as he realized 
that Matt hadn't made what he thought was the obvious 
connection -- that the books were his.

"Are you really into stuff like this?" Matt finally 
asked.

Craig took a few deep breaths. Deep down, he knew that 
some day it might come out. But not, he had hoped, for 
a long, long time. How were people going to react when 
they found out that Craig Harris, high school jock, 
rumored to have screwed half the girls on the 
cheerleader squad, was instead a cock-sucking faggot?

"Matt, I don't really know how to explain this," he 
began. "I guess maybe I should've told you, but I ..."

"Craig." His younger friend cut him off. 

"It's okay."

Craig just looked at him in confusion.

"Hey pal, you're my friend," Matt said with a smile. 
"Nothing's going to change that."

"Shit, Matt. You don't know how glad it makes me feel 
to hear you say that!" the taller teen said.

"Have you ever really done any of this stuff?" Matt 
asked as he motioned to the magazines spread out on the 
bed.

"Some," Craig said, the relief in his voice now more 
evident. "I've been with a few guys."

He paused for a moment and added, "You know what's 
strange? It was harder to admit that just now than it 
was to actually get the nerve to do it in the first 
place."

"You know, I can understand that," Matt replied, as he 
flipped through a few pages of the glossy book. "Even 
though we've been friends like forever, this isn't 
something you've really told anyone, is it?"

"No, it's not," Craig said, realizing just how lucky he 
was to have a friend like Matt.

"You ever done anything like this?" Matt asked as he 
stopped at one large full-page picture.

Craig leaned over to look and saw that it was the photo 
that had so interested Matt earlier -- the one in which 
the guy that was being fucked resembled Matt a little.

"I've... I've fucked two guys," he answered, again 
hesitantly.

"Is it bothering you that I'm asking these questions?" 
Matt asked. "Should I just shut the fuck up?"

By this time, Craig was sitting on a stool only a foot 
away from Matt. He thought about the question and said, 
"You know, it's still a little hard to answer questions 
like that. But, it feels better to have finally told 
someone. A chance to be honest for a change."

Matt suddenly turned away from Craig and got up from 
the bed. He stared at the computer for a few seconds, 
lost in thought. Craig took his move to be a sudden 
reconsideration of Matt's acceptance of what he'd told 
him. 

"Matt..?" he asked. "You okay?"

Matt took a few more moments before he turned around. 
Then he looked at Craig with a shamed look on his face.

"Matt?" Craig repeated.

"I'm all right," he answered. "I was just thinking 
about what you said, about being able to be honest for 
a change."

"I don't understand," Craig said.

"I was thinking that I should be as honest with you as 
you've been with me the last ten minutes."

"I still don't understand," Craig repeated.

"Well, let's just say that if we were in my house 
instead of here and using my computer instead of 
yours," Matt began, "you'd find about one hundred megs 
of pictures on the hard drive that were a lot like the 
ones in that book."

Now it was Craig Harris that stood dumbfounded. It took 
a few seconds for him to realize what his friend had 
just told him.

"Matt? You're gay?" he finally asked.

"I don't know," Matt answered, quickly. 

"I mean, I've never done anything... But I've been 
thinking about it for years. I've always been attracted 
to guys."

The two friends just looked at each other for what 
seemed like an eternity. Then, almost simultaneously, 
they began talking. For the next hour they compared 
notes, about feelings they had felt growing up and the 
frustration they'd encountered in being unable to share 
those emotions with anyone.

Matt listened in fascination as Craig told him about 
his own voyage of discovery and how it had culminated 
on a trip to Fort Lauderdale over Spring break. He'd 
had another experience with one of the players on the 
visitor's team during the all-state championships.

"I think the worst part of it all was gym class, 
especially the showers," Matt said as he took another 
drink from the can of beer that Craig had produced from 
the refrigerator during their talk. "All those naked 
bodies and all. I kept worrying that I was going to get 
a hard-on and someone would notice."

"Yeah, I sometimes thought that way, too," Craig agreed 
as he took a swig of his own beer.

"Even so," Matt went on. "I still liked to sneak a look 
at the other guys when I could. It was the only chance 
I got to really see someone else's cock."

Craig nodded his head, acknowledging that he'd grabbed 
his own share of shower glances.

"You know what's funny?" Matt said as he finished off 
the beer. "I think I snuck more looks at you than 
anyone else in any of my classes."

Craig smiled at the admission and took the time to 
finish off his own beer. He still didn't say anything 
as he stood up and deposited both beer cans into the 
small blue recycling bin in the kitchenette.

"You know, I usually take a shower after a workout," 
Craig said, his back to Matt. "You're welcome to join 
me if you want to get more than just a peek," he added 
as he turned.

The offer took Matt by surprise. As many times as he 
had stolen looks at Craig, as many times as he had 
masturbated to erotic fantasies involving him, Matt 
never imaged that any of those flights of fancy could 
ever become real.

"What do you think?" Craig asked again.

Matt wasn't thinking. He was acting on instinct. He 
crossed the gap between him and Craig in a heartbeat 
and before the significance of what he was doing could 
really sink in, he kissed his long-time friend.

The feel of Craig's lips against his own brought on a 
sense of euphoria, coupled with a rising passion. He 
felt an electric spark when Craig's tongue pressed 
against his lips and he opened to receive it. If this 
was going to be his first time, he couldn't have 
imagined a better partner than Craig.

"I take it that's a Yes." Craig grinned.

It didn't take the two friends long to get undressed. 
All Craig had been wearing anyway was his shorts and a 
jock. Matt hadn't much more, just his own shorts and a 
matching T-shirt. It would be a tight fit in the small 
tin shower, but neither of them seemed to mind. In 
fact, they seemed to enjoy the fact that it was so 
cramped.

Experience showed as Craig's hands explored every part 
of Matt's body. He stroked the firm flesh, marking each 
touch with a gentle kiss. What Matt lacked in practice 
he made up in enthusiasm as he duplicated Craig's 
motions.

A thin layer of soap soon covered each of them, which, 
coupled with the steady flow of hot water, washed away 
the grime of Craig's earlier exertions. The firm touch 
of his friend's hands felt good to Matt as the powerful 
fingers massaged his neck and shoulders. He felt Craig 
playfully slide his hands down the length of Matt's 
back and onto his backside.

A moan escaped Matt's lips as he felt his friend's 
hands slide up under his balls and close around his 
already hard-cock. It was the first time another guy 
had held his cock since Jimmy Drake and Matt had jerked 
each other off in the ninth grade.

"Relax and just enjoy it," Craig whispered into his ear 
as he playfully jerked Matt's cock back and forth.

Enjoy it Matt did as the shorter teen closed his eyes 
and leaned back against his friend. A broad smile came 
to his lips as he felt the hardness of Craig's cock 
pressed up against the cheeks of his ass.

Matt knew that if Craig kept this up much longer, he'd 
shoot his load all over the shower wall. He didn't want 
this new experience to end so soon. He reluctantly 
pulled Craig's hand away from his cock.

Turning around, with Craig's arms still around him, he 
kissed his first-time lover once more. Then he began to 
work his way downward, his kisses tracing Craig's 
smooth, well-defined chest as he bent lower and lower.

When he reached his goal his face was only inches from 
his friend's erect manhood. He took a few moments to 
study what he quickly decided was a classic example of 
male perfection.

Matt reached out and stoked the underside of Craig's 
balls, working his fingers up to the base of his cock. 
Almost reverently, he extended two fingers and ran them 
up and down the full seven-inch length.

He leaned forward and replaced the touch of his fingers 
with that of his lips as he kissed his way up and down 
his prize.

Matt closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and took in 
Craig's hardness. He wanted to enjoy every nuance of 
the sensations he was feeling. Matt could feel his 
heart racing as the hot flesh slid in and out of his 
mouth. The salty taste of Craig's pre-cum on his tongue 
added a further excitement.

Now it was Craig's turn to lean back against the cool 
tin walls and close his eyes. He'd had better blow 
jobs, but none had ever meant more to him. It wasn't 
hard for him to lose himself quickly in the pleasure 
Matt's mouth was bringing him. For someone who had 
never done this before, except in his dreams, the guy 
was damn good. It wasn't long before he was on the 
verge of an orgasm.

"I think I'm going to come..." he said as he closed his 
eyes even tighter.

That was music to Matt's ears. He doubled his efforts. 
Back in senior year, on one of his few dates with girls 
in his class, Cathy Bond had given him a blow job. Even 
though he felt it had been missing something, he had to 
admit she knew what she was doing. Now, on his knees, 
with his best friend's cock buried between his cheeks, 
he tried to remember everything she'd done.

Matt clamped his fingers around the base of Craig's 
cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of 
his tongue, every time he mouthed him whole, caused 
Craig to feel like he was going to explode. But that 
feeling paled next to the one that filled Matt at this 
moment.

Matt's own cock was rock-hard between his legs. He let 
one hand drop down so that he could play with it. He 
let it slide between his fingers in a gentle motion, 
giving it just enough attention to bring him some 
relief from its hardness, but not enough to distract 
him from the task at hand.

Deciding that he had held Craig back as long as he 
could, Matt released his hold on his ball sac and felt 
the rush of hot cum erupt - a second before it began to 
shoot into his mouth and throat. He deep-throated 
Craig's cock one more time, catching every spurt of 
salty cum. He savored both the taste and the knowledge 
that this was the first blow job he'd ever given.

"Oh God, that was fan-fuckin-tastic!" Craig exclaimed 
as he reached down and lifted his friend up from the 
floor of the shower. "It's a fucking crime that we 
never did this a long time ago."

Matt couldn't help but agree as he rested his head 
against his lover's chest. What would the last few 
years have been like if they'd only known the feelings 
they shared? But neither wasted time in regretting what 
the past might have been like. They both knew it was 
better to see what they could make of the future.

Stepping out of the shower, the two young men quickly 
dried each other off. Neither really said anything, but 
it was all either of them could do to keep from 
giggling. It was like a great weight had been lifted 
from their shoulders.

"I guess we should get dressed before your family gets 
home," Matt said, a little disappointedly, as he picked 
up his shorts and underwear and glanced at the clock on 
the wall.

"We don't have to worry about that," Craig replied with 
a smile. "They went over to Middletown to visit my 
grandmother. They're not coming home until tomorrow 
afternoon."

"Really?" Matt asked, a rising note of joy in his 
voice.

"In fact, just so I don't have to spend the night in 
this big empty house alone, why don't you call your mom 
and see if you can stay over and keep me company?" 
Craig suggested.

"I think she'd go along with that," Matt said and 
smiled. 

They decided to go out and grab a burger rather than 
cook. Matt and Craig wound up at Clancy's Drive-In, a 
popular hangout from another age. It still served as a 
magnet for young people from all over. In the short 
time they were there, Matt must've said hello to at 
least a half-dozen friends.

With each greeting, the same thought came to his mind: 
did they ever think about being with another guy? How 
much easier life would be if there was no stigma 
attached to being attracted to someone of the same sex! 
But even if half of them had entertained the same kind 
of thoughts Matt had harbored, the odds were that 
they'd never admit it. No, they'd just keep it inside 
and laugh when someone made a joke about faggots.

Across the dining room, Matt saw Cathy Bond sitting 
with a few of her girl friends. He wondered for a 
moment what her reaction would be if he thanked her for 
the lesson in how to give good head. When he saw Cathy 
whisper something in Virginia Carlson's ear, he also 
wondered how many girls in town felt the same way about 
their girlfriends as he did about Craig. Matt 
remembered reading somewhere that, on the whole, girls 
had an easier time dealing with same-sex relationships 
than guys did. After all, they were already constantly 
touching each other, sharing kisses and such. It was 
less of a leap to intimacy.

"Do you want to stop off and get a movie to watch on 
the VCR?" Craig asked as finished off one of Clancy's 
famous cheeseburgers.

"Sure, if you want," Matt answered absentmindedly.

Looking around the room, Matt thought there were a lot 
of really great-looking guys that hung out here -- but 
none better-looking than the one sitting no more than a 
few feet across from him. Underneath the table he knew 
he had a first class hard-on, fueled by the memory of 
Craig's cock in his mouth and how that and more would 
be coming later tonight.

After paying their bill, they drove over to a small 
video store on the far side of town. Matt thought this 
a little strange, because there was a even larger store 
only a few blocks from Craig's house. Craig said that 
he knew the man who owned the small shop and would 
rather give him the business. When they pulled away 
from the store, Matt saw the owner look out at them 
through the plate glass window. He realized at that 
moment that he knew him, too. It was Cathy Bond's 
father.

It was starting to get dark by the time they got home. 
Since there wasn't going to be anyone else home 
tonight, Craig said, they might as well watch the movie 
on the large screen television in the living room. Why 
strain looking at a thirteen-inch screen when there was 
a sixty-incher available? The older youth tossed the 
tape he had rented into the VCR and went into the 
kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get us 
a couple of beers," he called out.

Matt sat on the large couch and put his feet up on the 
coffee table. In a way, he wished that they were 
watching the film down in Craig's room. He thought he 
might feel a little funny playing around up here.

"Here you go," Craig said, as he handed Matt a beer, 
grinned at him and plopped down on the sofa next to 
him. 

"Grab the remote, will you?" he said as he took his 
first sip of beer. "It's on the end table next to you."

Matt picked it up and looked at it. It was one of those 
universal jobs that controlled everything. It took a 
moment to figure out how to turn on the television and 
then the videocassette player. The screen glowed to 
life for a moment then faded to black as the lead-in of 
the videotape played out.

"What did you get?" he asked as he opened his own beer 
and took a taste.

"It's a surprise." Craig laughed. 

"But I think you'll like it."

Matt took a longer drink, just as the image on the 
screen turned from black to a multitude of images. The 
picture on the screen caused him to suddenly gag and he 
spit out some of his drink.

"Easy," Craig said, laughing. "We don't want you 
choking. At least, not on the beer."

"Shit!" Matt managed to say as he got his breath back.

The giant screen was filled with the image of a half-
dozen guys of all sizes and colors. They were all nude 
and engaged in an orgy scene. He had never seen 
anything like this in his life.

"You got this in that video store?" Matt asked 
incredulously, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"That's one of the reasons I go over there," Craig 
said. "He has a good collection of adult films that 
never make their way to the counter. Also, for certain 
customers he doesn't keep a record of what they rent."

"Why would he do that?" Matt asked.

"Maybe because those customers let him suck their cocks 
once in a while in the back room of the store. That 
way, his wife never knows that he has an interest in 
young guys, too."

Matt look at his friend for a moment, then realized 
that he wasn't kidding. Cathy Bond's father! Damn!

"Good movie." He laughed as he turned his attention 
back to the screen.

"I'll be glad to introduce you to Mr. Bond and get you 
one of his special memberships," Craig replied.

"Might not be a bad idea," Matt said, remembering that 
Mr. Bond had been in pretty good shape for a man in his 
forties.

The blonde-haired young man then became aware of two 
things. One, that he had a raging erection, brought on 
by the movie. Second, that Craig's hand was resting on 
his cloth-covered cock.

"Must be mighty uncomfortable in there," Craig 
commented as he rubbed his hand up and down the 
stretched material. "Why don't we let the big guy out 
so he can breathe?"

No sooner said, Craig pulled down Matt's shorts and 
underwear. The full length of his six-inch hardness 
sprang to life in the open air. Gently running his hand 
up and down the sides of Matt's legs, Craig pulled 
Matt's balls free as well.

"Why don't you enjoy the movie while I take care of 
this?" he said.

Matt let out a loud moan as Craig bent over and 
swallowed his cock.

"It's okay," he whispered as he let Matt's pole slide 
from his mouth. "Just sit back and relax."

Instead of sitting back, Matt swung his head from side 
to side. Despite knowing that they had the whole house 
to themselves, he needed to satisfy himself that they 
were truly alone.

Satisfied they were safe, he relaxed and enjoyed the 
image on the screen where a truly gorgeous hunk was 
duplicating Craig's action and the reality of the mouth 
on his cock.

In his most vivid fantasies, Matt could never have 
imagined it could feel so good. His mind just seemed to 
drift among waves of pleasure as he finally sat back 
and closed his eyes. He was no longer really interested 
on the celluloid lovers.

The soft, warm wetness engulfing his cock was like 
nothing in his young memory. Like silk, Craig's tongue 
covered every inch of Matt's shaft before dropping down 
to his balls. One at a time they disappeared into 
Craig's mouth, until he released them and returned his 
attention to Matt's now-glistening dick. Taking its 
entirety once more into his mouth, Craig applied such 
pressure that he seemed to draw the very life essence 
out of Matt's body.

On the screen, a trio of guys were nearing their own 
explosive climax as Craig deep-throated Matt once more. 
The enthralled teen's body quaked and a sudden rush of 
energy drained out of every pore in his body.

The recesses of Craig's throat filled with the first 
burst of Matt's warm and salty whiteness. He swallowed 
it quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there 
was much more to come. A second wave followed a few 
moments later. This time, Craig allowed it to fill his 
mouth, permitting himself time to savor the taste as he 
whirled his tongue from one side of his mouth to the 
other. A third spurt he let slide out of the corners of 
his mouth and down the base of Matt's cock. Then Craig 
ran his tongue up and down Matt's shaft, relishing both 
the tangy taste and the intoxicating aroma of his 
youthful sex.

Finally, Craig took him in his mouth one last time and 
began to wash away the last remnants of his efforts. By 
the time Matt's manhood slipped limply from his mouth 
not a trace remained.

"That was fantastic!" Matt exclaimed as Craig climbed 
up next to him on the couch.

"That was just the warm-up." Craig grinned as he 
planted a kiss on Matt's lips.

In less than a minute, both teens had tossed their 
clothes on the floor. Their excitement was heightened 
as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Hands 
and mouths became interchangeable as they explored each 
other's hot flesh.

"Oh yes... yes!" Matt called out as Craig's nimble 
tongue caressed his nipples.

Craig continued to lick and kiss his way back up Matt's 
slim, muscular form. Again, he kissed him hard, pushing 
his tongue deep within his friend's mouth. Giving as 
good as he got, Matt pressed his own tongue into play, 
playing a sensuous duet with its twin.

"Do you remember that picture you were so interested in 
this afternoon?" Craig whispered into Matt's ear, as he 
playfully nibbled on it. "The one with the guy who you 
thought looked like you?"

A broad smile filled Matt's face. He knew exactly the 
picture his friend was talking about -- the one of the 
teenager being fucked in the ass. It had given him a 
major hard-on as he imagined he was on the receiving 
end of that stiff cock.

"Well, I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of yours just 
like the guy in the picture," Craig added, "You'd like 
that, wouldn't you?"

The smile on Matt's face grew even brighter. It gave 
Craig all the encouragement he needed. He eased the 
smaller teen onto his back and lifted his legs high 
over his own broad shoulders. From beneath one of the 
cushions, Craig pulled out a small tube he had hidden 
there earlier.

Popping the cap, he squeezed a large measure of clear 
lubricant into his hands. Then he smeared it across the 
head of his eager cock and up and down the sides. With 
a generous amount still all over his fingers, he 
reached down under Matt's balls and rubbed as much as 
he could against his friend's tight asshole, pressing 
his fingers inside to help spread it there also.

"Ohhh, that feels nice," Matt said as he reached out 
and pulled his upraised knees closer to himself, giving 
Craig better access to his goal. 

Satisfied that Matt's hole was indeed well-lubricated, 
Craig took his thick cock and rested it against the 
entry point. Carefully, he pushed it up and down the 
smaller teen's cheeks, mixing the lube with his own 
pre-cum.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," came the reply.

With a hard push, Craig buried almost half his length 
inside Matt's ass. Craig couldn't believe the tightness 
of this virgin ass, or how good it felt around his 
cock. Then he paused for a moment to let Matt get used 
to the feeling. Pushing forward, his cockhead slid in 
as Matt's ass wrapped itself around the gel-covered 
cock. He slid back a little, drawing it out about an 
inch, then two, then thrusted forward and buried his 
shaft deep inside.

"Ooooh!" Matt called out, in a mixture of excitement, 
pain and pleasure. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Craig. I've 
dreamed of this for so long."

Buried as deep inside his friend as he could get, Craig 
began to slide in and out of the tight hole. A passion 
born of the friendship they'd shared over the years 
brought a fire and intensity to his moves. 

As Matt's hole relaxed more, Craig began to develop a 
rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke. Matt 
followed the rhythm, rocking his ass to meet each new 
thrust. Craig's balls slapped against his friend's ass, 
his frenzy increasing with each new penetration. Such 
was his fever that he could no longer speak, only utter 
a grunting noise each time he hit bottom.

Even as Craig's cock rammed inside of him again and 
again, Matt reached down and began to play with his own 
recently-spent cock. It didn't take much to work it 
back to a full erection.

Craig pumped faster and faster, feeling the rising tide 
building deep in his balls. Looking down on Matt's 
face, he was greeted with a look of total euphoria.

"Oh yeah, harder... harder," Matt muttered as he pulled 
on his own cock as fast as Craig was impaling him with 
his.

"I'm gonna come," Matt grunted as he felt his cock grow 
even stiffer in his hand.

Seconds later, the warm sticky fluid erupted from 
Matt's cock, covering his hand with its whiteness. It 
was only a small amount, the residue that had remained 
after Craig's remarkable oral action. Still, the 
sensation that accompanied its release was as strong as 
ever.

"Now, it's my turn!" Craig panted as he pushed his 
pulsating cock deep inside Matt one last time.

"Ohhh, shitttt!!!" the taller teen yelled as he felt 
his cock explode like never before. 

The eruption was enhanced by his knowing that the guy 
beneath him was not only his friend, but a virgin. His 
cock was so hard it was almost painful when he shot. 

Matt called out as well out as he felt the first bursts 
of hot cum splashing against the inner walls of his 
ass. Craig continued to pump away as he sent burst 
after burst of hot whiteness into the tight cavity. It 
wasn't until he began to feel his cock begin to soften 
from exhaustion that he stopped his frantic pace.

Letting his cock slide free from the constriction that 
had gripped it, Craig collapsed on top of his lover. 
Matt was only too happy to take him in his arms and 
pull him even closer. Gently he kissed him, over and 
over again.

"I think I'm in love." He grinned.

"I think you're in lust," Craig said as he smirked back 
at him. "But that's not bad, either."

The two sweat-covered young men lay there for a dreamy 
half- hour, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. It 
had been a day of discovery for both of them. But it 
was only the first of many.

END

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