My Three Amigo's

I had three of the best friends a guy could ever have growing up. I always thought that we'd be the best of friends forever, but the reality is that I've only seen two of them sporadically after graduating from high school, and the third I haven't seen since. The close friendship that we shared had already begin to desolve before graduation, and it started when drivers license's where attained, girlfriends where gotten, and part-time jobs took place of the hours that we normally spent together. There is no doubt that Jimmy was the leader of the group. He was the classic, All American football jock, and Gilbert was the bench warmer type who found ample popularity by mearly standing within Jimmy's shadow. Danny was the brains of our operation, and the one who kept us out of trouble when our three simplier minds where at work. 

Danny was a straight-a student with a 4.0 gpa, and the only one of us who had a dream for the future. Well.....at least a dream that was within the relm of possibility. Of course Jimmy had dreams of playing in the NFL, but his first year of collage was a very rude awakening. His high school football hero status was built upon the lack of a better player in a school district with only 4 high schools. Gilbert has not college material, and never been much of a dreamer. He went about his life much like the alcholic then he became. One day at a time.

I'm Nicholas, Nicky, or Nick depending on who calls out my name. I too had a dream for the future. And ironically, the actual dream coming ture was far less important then it not having to be such a fucking secret anymore. Since the 7th grade, I had grown sick and tired of being afraid of the truth. It wouldn't have been so bad if I where only afraid for myself, but I was also afraid of what others might say about my best friends should the truth about me be discovered. By the time that high school ended, I was almost relieved to be walking away from this friendship, and 4 years of my life that had been held together with lies, and half-truths. 

I knew that we would get together over the years, at least 3 of us would. Eventually Jimmy and Gilbert would learn all about my homosexuality, but I honestly didn't think that any of us would ever see Danny again, not alive at least. He went off to college and never attempted to contact any of us. About a year after that, his parents moved away and it felt as if he never even existed. Jimmy and Gilbert would talk about him from time-to-time. 

"Fuckin' Danny!" Jimmy or Gil might say. "Do you remember when Danny did this, or whan Danny did that?" They'd say. 

I would just smile on the outside and nod my head. But on the inside, I was sad and thinking to myself: 

"No, I don't remember that, but I do remember when he and I kissed for the first time." 
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"I remember when I told him that I loved with him." 
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"I'll never forget when he said he that what we did together was just for fun."

Those are not things that I simply remember, they're things that I can't forget. Not because I haven't tried to forget them, because I have. They're memories that just won't leave me alone. They refuse to get the fuck out of my head and always come back at the most random moments. One time they where triggered by a song playing overhead while I waited in line at the bank. I had to get out of line as the urge to cry consumed me. I sat in my car and listened to the second half of "Just Remember I Love You" and I cried like I haven't cried since I was a little boy. By the time that I stopped, it was dark and the bank had closed for more then an hour. I hated moments like this just as much as I charished them, and my reasoning was that these outbursts are how I know that I really did love Danny, and obviously still do. I mean, how many 23-year old men sit in a parked car, crying over a high school lover. 

It killed me to hear Danny refer to the things that we did together as something that was "just for fun" I know that he didn't realize how much hearing that would hurt me, and I must have done a wonderful job covering up the pain. I still found myself unable to be completely honest. He told me what our encounters meant to him, and I can only assume that it was the truth. I have always regreted not telling him what they meant to me. How all of it was basically a dream come true. Beginning in the 9th grade when I fell in love with him, and how I held all of it inside waiting for some sign, or signal knowing that it might never come.

After 3 years of loving him in silence, things began to change between Danny and I. We stayed closely connected to Jimmy and Gil, but quietly drifted off together whenever an opportunity presented itself. We acted differently when it was just the two of us, and we talked about things that we'd never talk about in front of Jimmy and Gil. That's what made our sideline friendship so amazing, not to mention trusting. I could never imagine Danny or I saying some of the things that we said in front of Jimmy or Gil. Or anyone else for that matter.

"Man! - I jacked-off 3 times last night." Danny might say.

"You better be careful or you'll get carpell-tunnel syndrome." I'd reply.

"No way! - I switch hands every 30 seconds." Danny would say causing us to laugh loudly.

I'd swear that I could see a sparkle in his eye when he'd say things like this to me. I can't pin-point any single reason why Danny would be the first boy that I'd ever love. I just know that I liked the feeling that I had whenever he was near, and started to dislike the feeling when he wasn't. When he and I would talk, I could eaisly become lost in his hazel eyes, and his amazing ability to make such unwavering eye-contact.
With anyone else, this would have caused me to look away, or divert my eyes somehow. But with Danny, I would just lock my eyes with his and allow him to rome free inside of my sole. I always hoped that he might be able to see all of the things that I was too afraid to say. My God! he was amazingly beautiful to my eyes.

Danny might not have made the top 50 cutests boys on campus if you asked any of the girls. But to me, he was the most beautiful person in the world, and he made it difficult for me to breathe if we should bump shoulders, or if he came close enough for me to smell the toothpatse on his breath, or the soap on his body. We trusted each other, and soon we begin to share the most personal secrets about one another. But I still couldn't say "I love you" Not yet at least.

Once I admitted to Danny that I had "accidentally" squirted cum in my mouth while whacking-off. But I told him mostly just to see how he'd react. He was a little difficult to read, but laughed and said that squirting cum in your eye is 10 times worse then squirting it in your mouth.

"How's squirting cum in your eye worse then in your mouth?" I asked.

"It fuckin' stings in your eye!" Danny said.

"Wow! Sounds like you've accidentally squirted it in both places." I chuckled as Danny's cheeks blushed.

"Um.....well, the 5th amandment says that I don't have to answer that question." Danny said.

"Which question? that you've squirted cum in both places, or that it was an accident?" I said.

"Both! you nosey bitch!" Danny said, cracking us both up.

It seemed that as time went by, we'd have less-and-less to hide from each other. Eventaully this would include our naked bodies, and I recall the first time that Danny house-sat for his Aunt. I'd always pop in on a Staurday afternoon to keep him company. At first we'd spend hours building up the courage to suggest hopping into her hot tub just for the ability to see each other briefly naked as we got into and out of our swimsuits. I remember that it was Danny's doing that created the change in our hot tub sessions. On the 3rd time that he watched his Aunt's house, he made mention of her hot tub being broken. So it didn't make any sense to bring my swimsuit along when I stopped by to keep him company. It was me who noticed steam rising from the water once it got cool enough after dark. Danny's only explaination was that his Aunt must have gotten it fixed. We played as if we where bummed out for not having our swimsuits with us. This ora of dissappointment lasted for all of 2 minutes when Danny questioned the importance of swimsuits sense we where alone.

"Exactly why do we need swimsuits to get in the hot tub?" Danny said.

"Because! If you see me naked, you might spend the your life feeling inadiquate as a man." I said.

"It's cool! - I can live with that!" Danny said as his hand was already in the process of unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his zipper. 

We where both naked in less then a minute, and I had already gotten a good look at what Danny had going on down there. I'd seen it when we where younger, but he was no skinny jr. high school boy anymore. He had changed in ways that even I hadn't imagined. I think anyone else would have felt embarrassed to be naked in front of Danny, especially after my little comment. But I knew differently even as Danny looked back and forth a few times between his penis and mine.

"That's funny?" Danny said.

"What is?" I cringed.

"I don't feel nearly as inadiquate as I thought I would!" Danny said.

"Oh well that's just because it's cold out here. Wait until this baby hits the warm water!" I said.

We'd come so far and the nervious tension in the air was so thick, you could almost see it. We'd turn the bubbles on in the hot tub, and turn the light off. Then we'd go from sitting in the hot tub, to sitting up on the edge naked and on display. But we just couldn't cross that imaginary line even after "accidentally" making body contact under the water. We both noticed the time and knew that his Aunt would be home within the hour. It was always a sad time to reach after coming so close. But this time we'd come close enough not to be denied any longer. Danny got out of the hot tub with his naked ass right in my face. Without thinking, I placed the plam of my hand on his bare ass and pushed him up onto the pool deck.
I wasn't prepared for his comment, but I'd come too far to be dishonest at this point.

"Nick, are we ever gonna do something, ya know? - like messed around?" Danny said.

"I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Doesn't that freak you out?" I asked.

"NO! - I mean I'm just curious to see what it's like! Not sex, but you know to just......to try different stuff like maybe...........I don't know, whatever you think about." Danny said.

I stood up on the deck infront of Danny as he struggled to finish his sentance. I clearly heard that it wasn't sex that he was interested in, and my curiosity was piqued. I told him that I was curious too and that was painful to say, because the truth was that I was madly in love with him and had been for nearly 3 years. Here was this beautiful person literally shaking with fear. Nevertheless, he was being honest with every word that he was saying, and there I was diving head first into my usual lies, and half-truths.

I couldn't ignore the fact that he was shaking and asked him if he was afraid. He said that he wasn't afraid, just nervous and horny. But mostly, he was worried of what I'd think about something that he wanted to try. I knew already knew exactly what it was by the way his eyes kept shifting back and forth from my eyes to my lips as he talked.

"Just do it Danny! - I won't stop you!" I said.

He struggled for a few seconds longer. Then he took in a deep breath, grabbed the sides of my neck and pulled my face towards his until lip-to-lip contact was made. I couldn't speak for Danny, but this was my very first kiss and there is something to be said about saving the first time for someone that you love. It went dark when my eyes closed and I instantly saw an image of Danny and I kissing there on the deck. It was like I'd left my body and was now standing beside us, watching us. I saw my hands resting on his lower back where his butt cheeks start to make that outward curve. I saw the moment that our tongues gained access into each others mouths, and I saw my dick fighting for room as it begin to grow in the limited space between us. I saw Danny teasingly bite my lower lip just before he broke the kiss, and I'll never forget the happy look on his face when I opened my eyes.

"That was really nice." Danny said sounding as if he'd just run a mile.

I was speachless and couldn't even begin to formulate a sentance. Danny looked at me as if he where waiting for my input, and I still couldn't find any words for fear that "I love you" might slip out passed my lips.

"Well! - what did you think?" Danny finally said. I slowly looked down at my fully erect penis, and then back up at Danny. He smiled widely and pushed it down with one finger, and then let go causing it to jump up and slap against my stomach. We both laughed, and I wasn't the least bit shy or embarrassed by what he had just done. It was like my penis was his to play with and permission was not necessary.

"Whoa! - You caught up to me." Danny said before kissing me softly.

It was the most difficult thing in the world to stop kissing and Danny felt the same way. We kissed while we got dressed into dry clothes, and didn't stop until we heard his Aunt's key's at the front door. I said my goodbye's and Danny walked me out to my car. He told me to put on my seatbelt and then looked around before leaning into the driver side window and jamming his tongue into my mouth. I remember seeing Danny in my rearview mirror as I drove away, and then pulling into my driveway. I didn't remember driving home with all that was going through my mind. I was more in love then I had ever been, and kept wondering what Danny meant by "next time" and what that would hold for us.

I didn't see or talk to Danny again until school on monday, and when I did, It was clear that we wouldn't be talking about what had happened 2 nights earlier. That remained the case for nearly 2 weeks until his Aunt would be selling her wares at another trade show. But over the few days before we'd meet up again at his Aunt's house, that excitement grew and it showed in all that we said and did. We openly verbalized not being able to wait, yet never elaborated on what it was that would happen. I didn't care! - I was so fucking in love that sharing a kiss with Danny was good enough. Being kissed back as passionately as Danny kissed back was more then enough to make my dreams a reality. It's what I always dreamed about when I did dream of he and I together. 

I spent a solid hour soaking in the tub before I left my house to meet Danny at his aunts. Except this time, I would be going on Friday night and spending the night with him. All of my previous visits where on Saturday afternoon. But my heart sank when I pulled into his Aunts driveway. The house was pitch black and Danny's car was not in the drive or parked on the street. A million thoughts from bad to worse where going through my head, but it didn't stop me from hoping against hope and ringing the doorbell anyway.

I heard the dog bark and then Danny's voice telling her to be quiet. I was so relieved and then elated when the door opened and Danny stood there completely naked. I walked in and found myself being pushed up against the door. Danny leaned forward and kissed me wildly while locking the door at the same time. He pulled my shirt off and only stopped kissing me when my shirt passed over my lips. Then I turned the table and started kissing him back while he worked at removing my pants. I knew that I'd be rock hard by the time he slipped them off of me. It was so dark in the foyer that I could hardly see. But it made it that much easier to see that Danny had a the fireplace burning in the livingroom. I could also see that Danny wasn't as sexually aroused as I was, and that worried me.

Once I was naked, he took my hand and lead me into the livingroom with my clothes still piled up at the front door. Not only did he have the fireplace going, he also had a dozen candles lit all over the livingroom and an inflatable mattress on the floor close to the fire. My head was buzzing as he guided me over to the mattress and gently laid me down, then he crawled on his hands and knees over me. He stayed like that as we continued to kiss but allowed himself for fall lower as our kiss grew more passionate, and our hands began to roam uninhibitedly. With just inches between us, I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of buttcheek and pushed his most prized posession against mine. I felt like I was falling as Danny burried his face into my neck and breathed in softly.

"God you smell so good!" Danny said.

We kissed while his hands roamed all over the front of my body. Even through my pubic hair but not directly over my obvious erection at first. But he got to it eventually and made a sound of satisfaction when his hand gripped it in the center of it's 6 inch length.

"Fell me in front" Danny whispered in my ear sounding urgent.

I reached down and let my hands slide over the conture of his body along a path that I knew would lead to his cock. I felt his fluffy bush of pubes and knew that I had hit the target. There it was being held gently in my hand. So fucking hard, yet so soft to the touch like a shower curtin rod wrapped in velvet. I moaned and let my mind formulate a picture of what I was holding. I had held my own hard dick a million times and knew that what I was now holding was extreamly thicker, and slightly longer then my own. We weren't even masturbating each other as much as we where just feeling each other up, but it still had brought me close to cumming. I didn't know the rules, and what if anything that I was supposed to say. But like most of the time, I let Danny be the one to make all of the descissions. He came up with the perfect solution and just in the nick of time.

"Let me make you cum, I mean can I?" Danny whispered.

"Fuck! just keep doing what your doing, I almost there!." I said.

I watched in awe as Danny took up a position sitting indian-style beside me. He looked so motivated as he played with my penis by stroking it up and down so lovingly. I had no reason to be concerned over not being much of a cummer, not like Peter North or Tom Byron, but it didn't stop me from worrying about my megar ejaculation being a disappointment to Danny. He didn't jack me off like I usually did to myself, and it brought me to a slow peek that allowed alot of pressure to bulid up behind it. It was something that I hadn't felt in quite a while and reminded me of those early orgasmes that I'd give myself when I was 13 and new to the wonderful world of cumming. I actually tried to supress the urge until even his most gental strokes carried me towards the top.

"Danny! - It's gonna happen! - Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"Can't wait to see it!" Danny said, but just continued at his doscile speed.

I couldn't believe how sexually satisfying it was to be slowly brought to the peek of an orgams with both of my hands resting comfortably at my side. I spent a full 60 seconds withering and contorting over the sensation of his hand stroking my hard cock. My legs shot out so stiff that I must have grown a few inches, and my buttcheeks squeezed so tightly that I could have cracked a walnut in my ass. I was unable to keep from moaning and saying the sexiest stuff as he brought me over the top.

"Danny! - I'm gonna cum! - Here it comes! - Yeah! - I'm Cumming! - I'm Cumming!" I moaned.

"Oh yeah!" Danny gasped as my cum began to squirt out. He leaned over and kissed me before I had even stopped squirting. When I had come down from the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had, Danny helped my to me feet and into the shower where he washed the semen from my body. When I tried to help him, he lightly brushed my hand away from my cummy-tummy.

"I caused the mess, I'll clean it up." Danny said has he rubbed his soapy hand over my stomach.

We bacame lost in the most passionate kiss thus far and ended up in a soapy heap on the shower floor. I sat up with my back against the wall and pulled Danny backwards between my legs. I raised my left leg and lowered Danny between it and my body, and leaned downward and resumed our kiss. My soapy hand found his hard cock, and he moaned with my tongue in his mouth. I had never wanted to confess my love for Danny more then I did at that moment. But like my life had always been when it came to things like this, fear ensured my silence. Just like he had done to me, I tended to his hard cock nice and slow. My soapy hand even allowed me to tend to his cock and balls as it slid eaisly along the back side of his slippery cock and down to his bag below. Danny reached up and put his hand gently on my cheek as his moans became very urgent

"Mmmm watch me cum!" Danny said.