His Best Friend's Secret

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
he 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,
remembereing 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.