His Best Friend's Secret

"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. "Nothings 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 anyay 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 jin 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.