This story contains depictions of sex between consenting young men, who may not be doing things in a safe manner.Remember, it's just a story.Please act responsibly.
Caleb blinked his eyes, adjusting to the morning light. Twisting his head sharply to the side he was able to see the clock on the nightstand; 7:30am.He yawned and stretched, all the muscles of his six foot frame tightening at once, then relaxing again. Taking a deep breath he realized he could smell Jackson's scent in the sheets, the young man whose bed it actually was. Jackson, a school friend of several years, was asleep on the floor. Running a hand through his dark hair and settling into the pillow, Caleb pondered the events of the past several hours. His cock filled and lengthened, becoming fully hard within seconds.Jackson continued his slow, heavy breathing, remaining asleep a few feet away.
It started out as a typical summer Friday night for the boys, hanging out at a friend's house where a small get together turned into a larger get together, maybe fifty people in all.Somebody eventually showed up with beer, fueling the party and keeping things lively as the attendants kept watch for parents and cops.Some of the boys, including Jackson, had taken their shirts off, using the excuse of heat and humidity. Nobody was fooled, it was more of a ploy to show off for the girls, hoping abs, pecs, and bare skin would gain them some attention.For Jackson, well-groomed brownish hair with a hint of red and boyishly cute, he was hoping his dark tan, smooth chest, and tight build would appeal to some of the other males. Not exactly out, he'd been pushing himself to be bolder and let his friends know he was gay, then be open at school for the whole of senior year.No one else at school openly identified as gay, although rumors were passed around now and then. Jackson had been the subject of some of those rumors during junior year, which only made telling the truth seem more urgent. The first one he knew he'd tell was his best friend, Caleb. After that he'd try to figure out how to come out to his family. Both boys were buzzed when they headed for home at 1:00am, walking the few blocks to Jackson's house to spend the night. Even with his parents home he knew he and Caleb could come in the back door and make their way to his room upstairs without waking them or his younger sister. Caleb had spent plenty of nights before, so his being around the next morning wouldn't seem unusual. The bedroom was dark as they entered, but quickly illuminated when Jackson clicked on a small desk lamp in the corner.To lessen the glare he tilted the shade to one side, producing long, dark shadows along the floor and walls. As Jackson watched, his friend casually stripped to his boxer briefs. Jackson did the same, tossing his clothes onto an existing pile in the corner.Jackson positioned himself on the bed while Caleb slumped down in a nearby chair. Their conversation during the walk home hadn't amounted to much, mostly general chit-chat about girls at the party, school starting in another month, and theories about the disappearance of another friend, Kevin, who'd left the party early for some reason.Caleb yawned wide, then broke the silence. "What was it you wanted to tell me?" Caleb asked, remembering a comment Jackson had made hours earlier at the party. "Huh?" Jackson snapped, suddenly nervous. "You said you had something you wanted to tell me later," Caleb reminded his friend. "So, dude, it's later; what is it?" Jackson knew it was time, but still had difficulty saying it out loud, something he'd not done before except in front of his bedroom mirror. Suddenly, he heard his own voice, helped along by the beer buzz. It sounded like he was listening to someone else say it. "Oh, uh, yeah...I'm gay." Caleb stared ahead in his own slight fog, letting the words sink into his brain. A smile spread over his face, followed by a low laugh. "Dude," he said, giggling, "that totally makes sense." "What the fuck does that mean?" Jackson asked defensively, rising up from the bed. "Nothing, dude," Caleb shot back, "just that I've wondered sometimes. No big deal. So you like cock and taking it up the ass..." Jackson quickly cut him off. "Fuck you, I've not done that!" "But if you're gay maybe you want to," Caleb teased, rubbing his hand over his own dick tucked away in his underwear. Unable to resist, Jackson followed his friend's hand as it traveled downward, seductively cupping his package. Looking back up he saw Caleb's eyes staring back. Caleb stood up and stepped closer, as if to challenge Jackson's resolve. The tension grew noticeably as Caleb spoke up, his voice low. "You remember that time last summer, at the pool, watching the girls and joking about who'd be the best fuck? We ended up back here so horny we jacked off?" "That's the first time I'd seen another cock," Jackson confessed. "Me, too." Caleb moved his hand away from his crotch as an advancing bulge began to form. Jackson looked at his friend and felt his own appendage surge. "I guess we're both horny again." Caleb's meat bounced upwards as his thumb hooked behind the waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing the material away from his tight stomach. "You want to...?" Jackson whispered. "Yeah, cool," Caleb whispered in return. "You first," nodding toward Jackson's only article of clothing. Nervously, Jackson pulled down his briefs, his released cock slapping against his stomach. Its length went almost to his navel, crossing the boundary of his dark tan line. A trimmed tuft of sandy brown hair stood at the base of his cock, but otherwise he was smooth. Caleb proceeded to undress, revealing more of the same pale skin that covered the rest of his body, interrupted by a mat of dark hair surrounding his genitals. Sparse, wiry hairs grew from his good sized balls, his cock standing out a perfect forty-five degree angle above them. Wordlessly, both boys sat down on the bed, bare feet on the floor in front of them, Caleb near the head and Jackson near the foot. Jackson started first as he moved his left hand to his cock and began a light stroking motion. Caleb immediately followed suit with his right hand. Both alternated looking into each other's eyes and staring at each other's cock, watching the movement of their hands and bodies. Jackson leaned back causing his abs to pop out, six slight mounds across his lean midsection. His stroking became a little faster. Caleb maintained his rhythm for a minute, but then slowed. "Dude," Caleb whispered almost too low to hear. "Jackson, dude," he repeated. Turning his eyes back toward Caleb's face, Jackson saw an expression of lust coupled with curiosity. "What?" he asked. Sheepishly, Caleb asked, "So, um...uh...being gay means you suck cock, right?" Jackson's eyes widened at the perceived suggestion, his mouth suddenly wet with spit, salivating like a hungry dog. He hesitated, but coaxed himself to answer truthfully. "I haven't done...I want to." The idea had Caleb horny as hell, the chance to do more than just stroke out a load. "Can you suck my cock?" Jackson didn't answer as his eyes dropped back down to Caleb's hard dick. The vision floated in Jackson's hormone flooded brain, a hard, warm piece of meat to lick, taste, and enjoy. He almost drooled, but caught himself just in time. He stopped jacking and moved closer to Caleb, tentatively reaching out to touch another boy's cock for the first time. Caleb moved his own hand away and leaned back on his elbows. As Jackson's fingers wrapped around the object of his desire, a wave of lust shot through him, reinforcing the idea of having a dick in his mouth. Bending over to the side Jackson brought his mouth within reach of Caleb's cock. The waft of smells permeated his mind, washing away all remaining inhibitions. Instinctively his tongue emerged and lightly flicked the spongy head, followed by a lick around the ridge, and finally his lips sliding over the entire bulb. Pulling back up, he went down again, this time taking two inches of cock into his mouth, letting it slide over his tongue. Repeating the same motion, he took even more, then more still, stopping as the cock head hit the back of his throat. "Fuck, dude," Caleb moaned softly as the warm, wet sensations raced along the length of his bone. Jackson rose from the bed and moved in between Caleb's legs, pushing them apart far enough so he could kneel on the floor, his mouth and hand never losing contact with Caleb's pulsing erection. Jackson's own cock was harder than ever, almost to the point of pain. In the new position he could more easily stroke and suck the length of Caleb's cock, getting a definite rhythm going. Caleb continued to moan, willing himself to keeping the noise at a minimum, holding pleasurable groans and sounds deep within his chest. He was surprised when Jackson suddenly pulled off. "Shit, dude, don't stop!" Caleb begged. "You like that?" Jackson asked, honestly wanting to know if his blowjob was any good. "Fuck yeah. Suck it, dude!" "I will," Jackson reassured his buddy as he stretched his jaw, a drop of spit falling from his wet chin. "Just have to rest a bit." Caleb continued to watch the action as Jackson casually slid his hand up and down the wet cock inches from his face. A few seconds later the hot cylinder was back in Jackson's mouth, his head bobbing up and down, slurping the flesh of his best friend. After another few minutes Caleb knew it was almost over, warning, "Dude, I'm so close...can I cum...you know, in your mouth?" Jackson couldn't answer, his mouth was too busy. Looking up past Caleb's stomach and chest, he glanced into Caleb's eyes and nodded as best he could. As Caleb's switch tripped his hips began to thrust automatically, forcing his cock to the back of Jackson's throat, abs clenched as he rolled up and forward, slapping a hand against the back of Jackson's head, trapping his best friend's mouth over the erupting cock. His other hand was over his own mouth stifling a long, loud, "FUUUUUCK!" All Jackson could do was swallow, again and again, feeling Caleb's hot shots splatter into his mouth. He gained just enough leverage to back off enough to stop gagging. As his orgasm subsided, Caleb released his grip on Jackson's head, allowing him to pull away. "Fuck, dude, I didn't mean to hurt..." Jackson cut him short. "No, it's ok. Kind of hot, actually. You were so intense." He coughed and swallowed again, still feeling a slimy coating over his tongue and teeth, a bitter aftertaste spreading throughout his mouth. Caleb glanced down and saw Jackson's dick, hard as ever, but also shiny. "Did you unload?" he asked. Jackson stood up as he answered, "No, but I fucking need to." His cock was wet with precum, spread around as he'd jacked himself, continuing its slow oozing from the tip and sliding downward, almost dripping from his tight, smooth balls. Caleb's face was mere inches from Jackson's dripping dick, but he made no move toward it. Slowly, Jackson edged his cock toward Caleb's mouth. "Fuck, dude...no, I can't," Caleb said seriously, his wide open eyes turning away. Jackson stepped back abruptly, unsure of his immediate feelings. He'd assumed Caleb would help him out, but now he felt dejected. All he could muster was a weak, "Oh...ok." As good as Caleb had felt just minutes earlier, he now felt bad for his buddy. He had strong feelings for Jackson, but not the same feelings Jackson had toward him. Still, the disappointment in Jackson's voice made Caleb respond. "Dude, I can't suck you," he explained, "but how about this?" Reaching out, Caleb wrapped his fingers around Jackson's slick cock and began to stroke. A jolt of excitement raced from Jackson's cock to his head, snapping his eyes shut, but his mouth open. For now, the hand job was good enough. Sensing what was happening, Caleb stroked faster, lightly squeezing the cock in his hand, well lubricated from all of Jackson's precum. Only seconds passed before Caleb felt a sudden new surge and final stiffening of his friend's erection. "Ahhh...yeah...fuck...fuck...fuck...!" Jackson squealed, his words synchronized with each blast of sperm. Unable to keep his balance, he leaned forward, placing his hands on Caleb's shoulders. Caleb continued to stroke as multiple, thick, white streams of fluid ejected from Jackson's cock, splattering across Caleb's chest and stomach even as he tried to avoid them. As the globs became smaller Caleb slowed his hand, just like he did when he jacked himself off, wary of being oversensitive. Even so, Jackson began to pull away, withdrawing his still-hard dick from Caleb's slippery grip. Looking once again into his buddy's eyes, Jackson stared briefly, adding a simple, "Thanks," before taking a deep breath and looking around for a towel to wipe up the mess. A small smile crossed Caleb's lips, "No problem, dude." Little else was said between the two boys after they'd cleaned up Jackson's load, thoughts crisscrossing through their respective minds about what they'd done and what it meant, if it meant anything at all. As always when Caleb had spent the night, he took the double bed while Jackson made due with a comforter and a pillow on the floor. Now, with the morning light stabbing at them around the edges of the curtains, Caleb was awake and thinking about it all again, hard as a rock under the thin sheet.