[M]e and [M]y friend, in our teenage years, discover something more than friendship.

Hello, again, everyone.

OK, well here it is. I'd like one day to tell this story as an actual short story, encompassing the entirety of my experience in this specific respect. But for now, here's what I have. I would DEFINITELY appreciate feedback of every kind. I want to know what my story made you feel, as well as how you enjoyed my writing style. The more detail, criticism, and praise, the more I will feel rewarded for my effort. It is quite long, but I hope that you will read it slowly and thoroughly, and enjoy it.

And now, I present:

Friends And Lovers by Macardell Brightstar.

For the first release of this story, I will be focusing on a very specific episode in a brief period of time in my youth. This is my first draft, and one segment of what I hope will become a really good short story at some point in the future. I have changed some information, such as names, in the interest of privacy. I have also recounted the story in a way that is fitting for the medium of writing an entertaining story. The facts, though – the depictions of events – are true.

I’m Noah. This is the story of one of my first serious sexual experiences. It was the beginning of the summer when I was fifteen years old.

When I was young, I never really had lots of friends. I was not an outcast or anything like that, but I was more of a thoughtful and pensive young man, preferring to interact with small groups, or even one-on-one, rather than crowds. I got along pretty well with my peers in school as well as in my neighborhood. I did very well in school, and was extremely intelligent and intellectual for my age. Not a genius, but an exceptionally smart kid.

When it came to friendship, though, I tended toward fewer, stronger relationships, rather than a collection of many people to call ‘friends’. I had a few very close friends – two boys and one girl, and then there was Danny. Danny was my newest, but also best friend. I had known him for quite a few years already, but had never really connected with him very personally before. But the past year – I mean the school term during which I turned from 14 to 15, we really got along well, and made a really deep personal connection with one-another.

This was the summertime at the end of that school year, and we were going to spend a lot of time together. We had become such good buddies, mostly in the past couple of months, and I was really gratified at how much he really liked me and treated me with respect, fondness and true friendship. This type of relationship didn't seem very common to me in my youth, and whether it was just my own perception, or that’s really how lots of teenagers are, I’m still not sure, but I had a friend who I really loved to be with for pretty much any occasion.

Now, as a matter of fact, we were both then and still are, many years later in our adulthood, heterosexual in all respects. I’m not trying to imply that this matters to me, or how I am perceived, nor to express any kind of judgment at all. I come from a very enlightened and freethinking family, and I grew up in a really wonderful and nurturing household. As it happens, sexuality, to me, has always been something intangible, without boundaries, rules, orientations, or sides. I've always thought of it – both intellectually as well as in the context of my own growing sexual maturity – as a part of the human condition as a whole, and was not really tied to gender with regard to behavior or preference. Neither quantifiable nor qualifiable. Nevertheless, I had always and still do always prefer women. I love women; I adore them, lust after them, and today I am very happily married to a wonderful woman who I both respect and deeply love. And my sex life is fucking fantastic – no pun intended.

I’m going to relate to you what happened on the first weekend of the summer when I stayed over at Danny’s house. Danny’s parents were really cool folks, and although they were going to be home Saturday and Sunday, they did have a little overnight getaway scheduled for Friday night. So Danny and I planned to hang out and play video games, order pizza and watch movies late into the night. You know, the perfect weekend as far as any fifteen year old boy is concerned.

The thing is, recently I had started to have these feelings. I know what you’re thinking: “Okay, here we go,” but it’s not that simple. As I said before, I was totally into girls, as was Danny. We had each already had a little experience with girls – you know, getting to “first base,” “second base,” and all that teenager stuff. We talked about which girls we liked, and tried to help each other strategize about how to ask a girl out, how to get to touch her boobs, and all that stuff.

There were little things, though, that started happening lately. We would sit down next to each other on the couch to watch a movie, for example, and our legs would be touching. Neither of us moved from that position, and it felt to me like we each were trying to press our legs together closer. This one time, Danny even had his arm, waist, leg, his whole body kind of pressed up against me. Neither of us said anything about it, nor made any reference to this whatsoever, and I think we each just dismissed it as inconsequential. So we just enjoyed touching once in a while. So be it.

This is the type of thing I’m talking about. In fact, it’s the same kind of stuff I really liked happening with girls. You all know exactly what I’m talking about. Touching a girl’s hand just a half a second extra when handing her something. Letting a girl go through the door before you, and innocently touching her back briefly as she walked past you. This is what teenagers do. It’s just, I was starting to do it with Danny. And it seemed he was “doing” it, so to speak, as well.

As the springtime elapsed that year, these little subtle incidents began to happen progressively more frequently, and I started to have these little fantasies. I’d find myself daydreaming about hugging Danny, or we’d be schmoozing, and as he would be talking to me I’d realize that I had been staring at his moving lips for like a minute, and my heart was beating faster than normal.

Danny and I were pretty much the same height, weight and overall build. I was slightly skinnier, and while I had typical brown hair, Danny had this mixture of blond and light brown. His hair was straighter than mine – really straight – whereas mine was a constant bushy mess. I started really noticing his features more, and finding myself appreciating little things about him in this way. I liked him so much, and I was starting to feel a little something more intimate toward him. Call it affection.

As the summer approached, I think, in hindsight, I saw more than enough signs that Danny was experiencing the same fantasies, and even urges, as I had been. One time we had posed for a photograph, we put our arms around each other’s shoulders, but Danny also sort of hugged me a little, and the sides of our heads touched and stayed there for the picture. That’s not really out of the ordinary in-and-of itself, exactly, but after the picture was taken, and as we parted, he held my arm just a little extra and looked at me …. well, a little weirdly is the only way I can describe it.

During the week prior to our sleepover, anytime we talked about what we wanted to do on the weekend – what games to play, going to see a movie, or bowling, and all that kind of stuff – Danny and I made eye contact a lot more than usual. We looked directly into each other’s eyes when we talked, he smiled at me – and I, him – quite a lot, but not a typical smile; it was more like a woeful smile that conveyed a sense of anticipation mixed with something unfulfilled. A longing. In retrospect, I think it’s clear that he, like I, had been wishing for something, having hidden feelings of desire stirring beneath what we spoke openly.

And so, Friday afternoon approached, and feeling more than a little anxious, I grabbed my overnight knapsack which I had finished packing, and got on the bus. Danny lived about fifteen minutes away from me by bus ride. I sat in one of the seats that face inward, with my back to the window. I started to daydream about him. I envisioned myself and Danny hugging, or lying down close, with our arms around each other. It was just small, simple visions like that. What I could not quite be sure of, or decide, was whether these were just fantasies or intentions.

I pictured his smile, but also things like him helping me learn to get the basketball in the hoop, or us doing a homework project together, or building a lego castle on the floor of my basement, with cups of soda next to us on the small bookcase. As I sat there with my eyelids drooping, feeling the bus sway slightly as it travelled down the smooth road, I felt a sudden tingling throughout my whole body as I had a brief and surprising vision of kissing Danny hard on the lips.

I pulled the cord to signal the next stop, and stood up. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I felt another little tingle exactly you-know-where as I saw my stop approaching ahead. At this point, my nerves had started to sing just a little, and my mouth had gone dry. I was consciously half operating in the real world, and half experiencing a vivid dreamscape. Then the bus stopped, and I was there, at the corner of the block where he lived.

My dreamscape overlaid the real world. I continued to function in reality, while something else enmeshed itself in my vision and my experience:

As I step off the bus, reality begins to run in slow motion. I begin to daydream; a sort of foggy vision manifesting from my imagination, my anticipation, my desire. The tip of my left foot touches the pavement. I turn my head slowly to the right, to the left. The sun shines in my eyes, and I squint.

I’m kissing Danny on the lips, my tongue slowly teasing his teeth, his tongue. I kiss the tip of his nose. I gently stroke his cheek with the backs of my fingers.

I’m walking down the block. My gait is not at all surefooted. I am lucky just to stay astride and not fall. I sling my knapsack over one shoulder. I run my quivering fingers through my thick hair, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.

I’m kneeling in front of Danny. We are both naked. I’m perspiring heavily. My hands are cupping his soft ass as I kiss his inner thighs.

I’m almost to him now; two more houses down, Danny awaits. I’m filled with anxiety and anticipation. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. I can feel so much wetness in my crotch. It’s warm and aching. I hope it isn't causing my pants to stain.

I gasp and shudder as Danny’s hard penis enters me from below. I’m straddling him and I lean down and plunge my tongue deep into his delicious mouth. My fingers are entangled in his silky blond hair, and I’m rising up and down in a slow, sweet rhythm, feeling his fire hot erection caressing me inside, lovingly.

I’m at Danny’s front door. By now, my whole body is trembling. I reach up and ring the doorbell. I close my eyes, and take a few very deep breaths to calm myself and steady my limbs. The door opens, swinging inward slowly, I see a figure emerge from behind the door.

It’s his dad.

My heart catches up the beat it had just skipped. His parents were supposed to be away for the night already! The blood drains from my face, as I manage to mutter “uh…. Hello there. Hi. Heh.” Get a grip, man!

As I walked into the foyer and set my knapsack down against the wall beneath the decorative key hooks, Danny’s dad explained to me that he’d be leaving right after supper to meet up with his wife upstate. I said to him “Oh, well I’m glad we can enjoy supper together, and I hope you have a nice trip,” ever the gentlemanly boy with good manners and a thoroughly refined technique of sucking up to adults. What I really wanted to say was “Get the fuck out of here you sonofabitch!”

We hung around for a while doing pretty much nothing. Danny and I talked and played basketball out in his driveway for about half and hour. His family had one of those basketball hoops mounted on the top front of his garage. We passed the time until supper just chatting and shooting hoops. Neither of us was paying very much attention. From what I could tell, he appeared to be experiencing some of the same kind of anxiety and anticipation as I was. I certainly was hoping that’s what it was.

Supper came and went, and we lounged on the couch in the den watching some TV until his dad finally (FINALLY!) said “au revoir,” and departed. As I watched his car pull out of the driveway and make its way down the block and turn, I heard Danny shout from the basement stairs “Noah, why don’t you bring your knapsack down to my room.” His bedroom was in the basement, and he was already downstairs now, so I grabbed my overnight bag and started heading downstairs. I figured Danny was probably already at the TV playing Nintendo, but I didn't hear any noise. I got to the bottom of the stairs and headed toward his room. The lights in the family room were all off, except for the corner standing lamp. I saw dim light emerging from under his bedroom door.

I sighed audibly as I thought one last time about what I had been hoping for this weekend, but reality began to take hold again, and it seemed that it was going to be just a fun sleepover like any other. And there was nothing wrong with that; on the contrary, I had a great time with him. He was a good friend and fun to be with. But I didn't think I would have the nerve to initiate anything intimate, and he gave no indication that he did either.

I turned the door knob and got the door about halfway open when I felt Danny's hand take hold of mine. He stood just past the door, and gently pulled me toward him and swung the door closed behind me. Barely a moment later, his lips were on mine, his hands gently cupping my cheeks, and then his tongue thrust into my mouth, his hands started massaging my head, tangling themselves into my hair. My heart quickened to three times its normal rate and my hands and legs began to tremble. I thought I was going to fall down, or faint.

Danny put one arm around my back and eased me toward him while he backed slowly toward the bed, a fierce look on his face. A moment later his mouth was upon mine once again. By now the sheer shock started to give way and instead I was filled with waves of pure pleasure throughout my body. I wanted this so desperately, for so long, and he was now in my arms. I wrapped my arms completely around him as I took to his lips, his neck, his cheeks, ferociously drinking in the experience I had been starving for.

All sense of time and space faded away as I slipped my hands under his tee shirt and lifted it over his head. We kissed again, deeply, passionately, hungrily, and I found we were undressing each other in turns, one piece of clothing at a time. A feeling of urgency flowed through me; I had to consume him, to make love to him, to entangle our bodies together.

My heart skipped as suddenly I realized we were both standing only in our briefs. He was smiling coyly, and his smile reached his eyes, crinkled at the corners. His mouth opened a little and he more breathed than actually spoke “Noah.” He leaned in again quickly and began devouring me once more.

I put my hands under his arms and lay him down on the bed, his shins and feet dangling off the edge. I leaned down and started kissing his chest. I ran my hands up and down his lithe body, only barely touching his skin with my fingers as I kissed him so deeply it almost hurt. He returned my enthusiasm equally, one hand on the back of my head, his fingers kneading their way into my hair. And then I nearly jumped as I felt his other hand begin to caress my now rock hard penis.

I started to sweat and breath rapidly as he fondled me, and I felt as though every nerve in my body was on fire, and at the same time electrified. I let out a moan and he sort of half smiled, half giggled. I felt a little embarrassed, but as I opened my eyes to look at his face, I saw his eyes were almost completely closed, and his mouth was hanging open, a tiny speck of drool glistening on the corner of his lips. He looked drunk, or possessed, as he lightly clenched my ass, then ran his fingers deeply between my butt cheeks, stroking back and forth against my anus.

I could wait no longer, and I scooted myself down, keeping my lips on his body at all times, kissing, touching his skin with my lips, the tip of my tongue, my teeth. I moved from his neck, to his shoulders, his chest, his tiny brown nipples, his belly, at last, I reached his waist. I pulled down his underwear, having to tug up the elastic to get it over his erect penis. He was rock hard, just like I was, and there was so much pre-cum that his underwear was stained with a giant dark spot on the fabric. I sucked on the front of his briefs for a few seconds, like a dehydrated man sucking an almost-dry sponge. It was sweet and slightly thick – like liquid sugar. Briefly glancing up at his face, I noticed he was watching me now. His eyebrows were clenched together, his mouth hanging a little further agape than before, a desperate, hungry look upon his entire countenance.

At once, I plunged down and wrapped my lips around the head of his hard cock and took him all in, deep into my mouth, just tickling the back of my throat. Danny shuddered and his legs twitched upward momentarily. Even though we were young, he was pretty damn big, considering his moderate stature. I started bobbing up and down – but very, very slowly – and I sucked hard, keeping my mouth around his shaft airtight, my tongue gliding along pressed against the underside. Danny was in absolute throes of ecstasy as his thighs and hips writhed, grinding against me. He let out the longest moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I took his penis out of my mouth momentarily, and started sucking his balls, but gently. As a boy, I knew how much and how little the sensitive twins can take; where pleasure can turn to pain. I wanted to give my Danny nothing but pleasure. Sweet, heavy, deep, all-consuming pleasure.

A few times, I just needed to crawl back up and kiss his wet lips deeply and intensely. Whenever I did this, our penises did a kind of dance against each other (at some point, one or both of us had relieved me of my own underwear as well). It was like nothing I could ever have imagined. My thighs rubbed against his, both of our warmth – individually already hot as a fever – together making us sweat profusely, breathing rapidly but deeply.

After a while, Danny was trembling so much it was like a seizure. I was going very fast now, his penis diving into and pulling out of my mouth so rapidly, his moans and gasps and thrashing making me hungrier for more and more and more and more of him. Then, as he seemed on the verge, I slid my index and middle fingers together down along his perineum and plunged them deep into his anus. Danny screamed “OH GOD!” bucked hard at once, his pelvis jolted up against my face, the inside of his thighs spasming wildly, and his giant load of thick, sweet cum shot forcefully deep into my mouth, down my throat. I swallowed it eagerly, burst after burst, lustfully and hungrily, taking in the feast of his sweet, creamy cum while I pinched my fingers inward, pressing and stimulating his prostate. After about four heavy gushes, his whole body gave a final convulsion, locked up for about two seconds, and started to relax, and with one more tiny spasm, another heavenly drop of his cum spilled onto my tongue and his whole body fell completely still. He was gasping, and I was catching my breath as I played a little with the tiny bit of semen still in my mouth, rolling it around and finally, reluctantly, swallowing it.

I crawled my way back toward Danny’s face, and he turned to me, a wide, ridiculous smile across his face. His eyes were just barely open, and then he said “My Noah. FUCK ME NOW.”

I was certainly a little startled at the bold vocalization. Until then, our lust had been expressed exclusively through physical means. But his hard and to-the-point command totally turned me on even more, if that was possible. I rolled Danny over onto his chest and straddled his lower back. Basically sitting right on his ass, I leaned in and kissed and nuzzled the back of his neck. My arms explored up and down his back in a sort of massage, and I kissed along his back, between his shoulder blades, down to his waist, and then, moving myself back off of him, I plunged my tongue between his butt cheeks and explored his anus. I was wetting him and kissing him and stroking his sides with my hands, occasionally running my finger across his hole, down along the little seam that joined his scrotum. I put his balls in my mouth and moaned with satisfaction, audibly “mmmmmmmmmm.” Danny was again moaning “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” and then he suddenly shifted out from under me and sat up.

Danny’s bed had numerous pillows – you know, all except for one or two of which were decorative and pointless. Except right now, they were really appreciated as Danny arranged them against the headboard in a sort of makeshift seat. I scooted back against them, understanding where he had been going with this, so that I was sitting, but in a relaxed, leaning position. Danny immediately straddled me so that we were sitting face-to-face, so close that our bodies were completely touching from chest to navel. He started to kiss me so passionately, slowly, varying between just lips and fully open mouthed with his tongue deep, deep into my mouth. He started rocking just slightly back and forth, his ass and balls grinding against my insanely hard, hot and dripping penis.

After a few moments like this, I slapped both my hands against his ass hard, and he lifted himself up a few inches so I could stand my penis up and lower him back down onto me. At this point, I was so fucking wet it was beyond alarming. My cock slipped into his ass and he took a slow, deep breath and pushed his body down so his ass would take in my cock all the way. I moved my hands up along his lower back, to his shoulder blades, and I kissed his neck as he leaned his head all the way back, so far back he was practically looking behind himself to the door. His chest heaved a little and tilted away from mine, and he lifted himself up, up until my penis almost – but not quite – exited him, only then to thrust himself back down HARD. He emitted a throaty “UHHNNNN!” and continued back up and back down. He slammed his palms flat against the wall on either side of me, and once again breathed more than spoke “Oh, fuck me, Noah!” Odd, because I was basically just sitting there BEING fucked, but why quibble over details.

Then Danny was riding and writhing, his deep and thoroughly wetted rectum taking my cock in and out, in and out, so fast that I was truly amazed that nothing… bent. But I was so goddamned hard, my cock was like a steel pipe right now, and I didn’t even realize for a few seconds that I was actually starting to shout “DANNY! DANNY!!!!” and with a massive jerk, my entire pelvis thrust upward off the bed, lifting Danny up at least a foot with me, my fingernails dug hard and deep into his back muscles, and I exploded with a gush of cum deep into Danny’s ass. Again. And again and again and again. Four or five massive bursts ejected from my penis as I nearly choked, losing my breath completely, my lungs collapsed, my thighs still rigid and raised, Danny still astride me, his legs dangling over and only touching the bed from his knees downward. His arms were completely encircling my head and wrapped back around, his hands cupping my head toward the front of my ears.

Slowly, we descended. Our muscles relaxed and stretched back out from their convulsive tightness. We both exhaled, took in a small breath, and then exhaled again, deeply. By now I had started to shrink back down again, and my penis slipped easily and quickly out of his ass as Danny moved off of my lap and laid his body down next to me. I scooted my body down the bed so I was once again lying down, and I rested my head on the pillow, my face right against his. Danny was absentmindedly reaching his hand down his back, gathering some of my cum onto his fingers from the ridge of his ass, and then bringing them back up to his mouth and sucking his fingers, licking up the cum and swallowing it.

He had a dazed look on his face, and then he looked up directly at me, and to my extreme surprise – but pleasantly so – he said “I love you, Noah.” It seemed such a radical and unexpected thing to hear him say, and yet, I immediately told him, “I love you, too, Danny. I love you so much.” We fell asleep naked, in each other’s arms, our legs entwined, both of us spent, exhausted, but virtually stoned and in a state of bliss. As we slowly descended into slumber, we kissed a little, our lips somewhat numb but seeking each other’s touch again and again. I hugged him tight and kissed his forehead, and he nestled his head in the crook of my neck, his neck in my armpit, and we fell asleep.

This concludes this portion of my story. This one night of final realization of our desires and growing fondness and affection for each other set the course for the future, and for our growing affection, intimacy and love.

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