The Perfect Day

My heart went pounding. For the first time in twenty years, I was confronted with the inescapable question. It had finally come; my secret will be exposed forever.
But Jake didn't ask right away. Rather, I felt his hand gently grab my thigh just above my kneecap. He noticed I didn't flinch. But he carefully moved his hand, anyway.

He continued: "Alex, I've been hiding something from you and I feel you need to know. I'm, I just found out this year that I'm gay."
I tried to act stunned, but my acting skills were never superb enough for the best male Actor awards. "Are you sure?"

"I'm quite positive this is who I am."
"Thought so."
"Yeah, same here." Jake said this with a strange chuckle. He then interjected to correct himself: "I mean, that you already knew."

Jake was nervous. His entire body was shivering from fright. I was nervous, too, because I desperately wanted to come out and confess all my secret passions with him. It was that awkward nervousness we shared, that each one held the same secret but neither wanted to come out with it for fear that the other didn't hold the same. So Jake came out first. I was soon to follow, if I could only get over the fear of rejection.

"Now what I wanted to ask you was this: Will this change our friendship?"
"Of course, not." I blurted out, then slowly added, "I might be the same."
"Alex, you don't have to go confessing something you're not just because I told you who I am. You're the closest friend I've ever had. I wanted to tell you first because I can trust you."
Ah, the rhythm of anxiety. I had to come out and tell the truth, just like he did.

"I really am gay." There I said it. The first time ever to hear those words coming out of my mouth. It was the first time I ever told another human being that confidential matter within my very soul. "I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would stop coming around."
"I always knew."
"I figured."
"Actually, it was because of you I learned who I am."
"Yeah, right. How so?"

"You remember staring at me when I took my shirt off? Yeah, I saw you turn your eyes away. It turned me on to see another guy looking at me like you did."
By then I was blushing and laughing all at the same time. The freedom to talk openly about these things. I was in bliss.

"Alex, can I ask you another question?"
"Might as well."
"Are you seeing anybody?"
"No. You?"
"I saw this one guy, but only for a couple weeks. Nothing serious, though."
"Did you fuck?"

"Not in the ass, no. I only gave him a blowjob. I'm saving the anal thing for when I'm in a serious relationship."
"How did it taste?"
"It was interesting. I was more turned on by his groans than anything else."
"You must've gave him some great head."
"Must have. Tell you the truth, I dumped him."
"Why?"

"I just wasn't comfortable. Sure, he was a great guy and all. He has a wonderful outgoing personality. But we just didn't click. Not like I do with you."
We click? I should've known. Actually, I thought the same. If there were any guy in this whole world I could be with, it would be the one lying next to me under this shady tree.
"Honestly, I'm not ready right now. I'm still trying to understand myself."

The great rare trait of understanding and sympathy Jake had. "I just want to continue being friends. I miss being with you. I miss all those times we had just you and me together. I never felt the same way anywhere else. Not with sports. Not at my college. Only when I am with you am I real. And I want to renew our friendship again. I almost forgot, "

Jake removed the lunch sack from his shoulders. He unzipped the lid, then brought out a wrapped sandwich. "I have a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in here. You want one?"
The sandwiches had gotten soggy, no doubt from the heat. But we laughed and ate anyway, enjoying the renewal that the meadow had brought. We talked on about our high school years, and all the stupid shit we did together. We talked about guys and what features we liked best. We talked about our different colleges and our future plans.

Sometime in the conversation, Jake settled for taking his shirt off. Only this time he alerted me before doing so. As he lifted his one-piece tee, I became stunned. His muscular body was defined with deep grooves that formed the parameters of his chest and abs. His thin path of hair was still clearly visible and sexy as I remembered.

I kept staring, not shying away as Jake watched me. He sported a big grin. My face must have bore the stark evidence of fascination because he kept on laughing.
"Okay, squirt. Now let me see what you have."

I was embarrassed when I raised up my shirt. I was lean, but envious that my body was nowhere near as developed. Jake reached out to help me with my shirt as if I needed the help. After a while, Jake spoke. "You're not bad. Not bad at all."
"You're just saying that."
"I really mean it. I love variety. That's the unique thing about us humans. Not one of us looks exactly like the other. I love that."

I nodded my head in pretended agreement.
Jake and I were both shirtless and unabashed. We knew now who we were, and shamelessly enjoyed every minute of it. We were truly free, our droplets of sweat evaporating from our exposed flesh.
Jake lifted his feet and began taking off his shoes. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm getting more comfortable." He stood up, then to my surprise, undid his belt from the loops around his jeans. "Ah, that feels good. The belt was eating at my skin. Hey, look at this."
I saw the striped indentions that wrapped around his hips. Jake invited me to explore his body, even suggesting I snug his jeans down a tad just to see more of the newly formed mark. My throbber was pulsating inside my own jeans. I had completely forgotten about him.
"I see you over there. Stiffy's dying for attention, isn't he?"

That statement caused me to blush. He was looking right at my nether region. Nobody else had seen there before.
He sat back down, then leaned in close to me. I could smell his breath against my face. "Alex, I'm not going to do anything you're uncomfortable with. But will you let me touch you? You can say no and we'll leave it like that."

I didn't say anything. I just nodded. But Jake pressed further: "If you're not ready, say ' No.' I won't do anything until you're absolutely ready for it."
I wanted him to feel me. I longed for another man to fondle me to completion. I was passionate and anxious in one mishmash of emotion. But Stiffy would not let me say no.
"Please. Go on."

"Will you promise me that if you get too uncomfortable, you will tell me to stop? You must promise me."
"I promise."

That was all the clearance Jake needed. He undid my belt and the button, and slid his hand down my pants. I moaned slightly as the warmth of his hand groped over my sagging testicles. He gently tugged them in one direction and reversed. I was more vocal in my moaning now.
"I have to get a better handle. I need to free my hands. Will you let me pull your pants down just a little?"

I scanned around our secret meadow. There wasn't another being anywhere to be seen.
"We're hidden really well out here. Besides, nobody's been here since we got here. But if you say No," I will end it right now."

In response I started to pull down my jeans but Jake stopped me short. He took both his hands and clasped the sides, pulling them down slowly stopping just a few inches under my balls. A sudden fierce breeze blew across my exposed manhood, swaying my hard-on in rhythmic dances. Jake watched with a large grin.

"That's a beautiful dick you have."
I smiled in return.

He systematically worked one hand up and down my shaft while the other grappled and pulled at my swollen testicles. Ecstasy had taken over me as the sensuality flared throughout my entire beings. This was better than any masturbation I had experienced before.

Without any words, Jake bent his head over my now swollen dick. A slivery tongue began to lick my pelvis, sliding its warm, sticky self to the base, working itself up the rigid skin to the head, tickling the pink sensitive tissue that made me flinch from intensity. I felt that same tongue flicking at my piss slit, tossing it from side to side, causing me to shoot out a moan. I didn't know what was happening to me. Never before had I felt such shivers running rampant through every limb of my body. But the shivers escalated to shocks of pleasure as Jake parted his lips to engulf my cock head into his slippery mouth. By now, I was screaming uncontrollably as his head was bobbing on his newfound lollipop, like a kid savoring the flavor with every lick.

I was desperately fighting the urge to cum; I didn't want this intense feeling to stop, nor did I want to accidentally shoot in his mouth. Of all the places to release one's load, not in his mouth! But it felt so good that I was oblivious to those telltale signs.

How did he know when to stop? The moment Jake let off, I immediately felt the crash of disappointment hit me square in the head. So close to orgasm. So close. Yet, Jake had other intentions, it seemed. Still lying with my back to the trunk of the tree, Jake knelt over my body, his pelvis just inches from my face. He grabbed my right hand and positioned it over the bulge within his jeans. Getting the hint that it was my turn to return the favor, I started to unzip his pants.

As the jeans loosened over his gorgeous briefs, my eyes reveled at the lumpy, damp curvature right in front of me. It was huge! It was the first time I had ever laid my eyes on this hunk piece of meat. The chamber it rested in was way small for such a large creature; the cotton material could only conform to the excessive shape being ill-equipped to conceal the treasure. I carefully placed my hand over his sweaty schlong, gently caressing it with my fingertips.

I knew I would have to be careful. This was no small prize and extra care had to be taken. I lowered his briefs, releasing the pent up prisoner. I marveled as he suddenly stood straight out in full attention, thanking me for his release from captivity. He was hard and long and thick. His jiggling friends below were loose and hanging low. I cautiously wrapped my hand along his circumference, so lightly squeezing him. As a "thank you", he squirted some of his pre-cum onto my hand.

My heart was pounding ferociously. This beautiful creature was before me and I had the honor to give him the attention he craved. I proceeded to stroke him, slowly at first, but as confidence grew, so did my pace and his hard-on. I can't remember how long I fondled him, playing with his hanging sac, inspecting every square inch with my hand.

I was lost in the moment. At some point, Jake had placed his hands on the back of my head. He was pushing my head closer, another hint that I should take the next move. I barely opened my mouth, but Jake forced his dick between my lips. I parted them as wide as I could, trying to mimic Jake's sensational moves. I could smell the aroma of his manly sweat and taste the salty drops that seeped through his skin. My taste buds were going mad trying to decipher this new flavor. I started bobbing my head down deep and was met with the urge to gag. I quickly flung my head back in reaction. A feeling of disappointment started to rise in me.

It must have shown in my face, for Jake looked at me with an approving smile. "Hey, you're doing great there," he added, "Just try to keep the teeth away. You were scraping me a little there."

"Sorry." I went back to my mesmerizing work. Up and down, up and down I went, speeding up only to question myself and slow down again. I know I wasn't as good as Jake, but his low, slow moans told me I was doing something right. At times, I wiggled my tongue on his sensitive head, moistening every little piece of pink tissue. When I brushed my tongue on his piss slit, I paused. There was a new taste not like sweat, but was gooey and stringy like saliva but different somehow. My mind was buzzing trying to identify this new substance. I let my tongue swirl that slit around and around, absorbing every drop that came out. It was unique, and I was instantly falling in love.

Jack's breathing became more erratic. I could feel inside my mouth the muscles that lay within his cock were tightening. I sensed his orgasm was approaching. Jack's hands grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me closer towards him. Not too far in, but enough to tell me I was going to have to take his load.

Not once in all the years since I discovered my first jack-off have I ever tasted cum. I wanted to. I had seen plenty of pictures of guys who seem to enjoy it. But there was always a mental block that would remind me of its appalling nature. So, for many nights, the cum would slide down my fingers. I had tried to bring my hand to my mouth, "Just a little taste," I would say to myself, but I never did.

There was no backing out with Jake. I picked up my pace, working his shaft, hoping he would ejaculate quickly and get it over with. His moans grew louder and higher, and his breathing quickened. Soon enough, I felt one spurt hit the roof of my mouth, then several more oozed onto my taste buds. I stopped sucking, letting his penis sit still. His cum mixed with my spit, and drool was uncontrollably seeping out.

"How is it?" Jake asked. I gazed my eyes in his, with his dick still poking inside my mouth. I moaned in approval.

His cock was beginning to return to its softer state. I recognized the sign that it was time to get dressed and leave before any wanderers spotted us. I held my head down, not in shame, but out of disappointment that this moment had to end. For the first time I was really close to another man, my best friend, and bonding with the static of sensuality moving through us. I was instantly in love with Jake. I loathed the setting sun, hating it for tearing us away for the night.

Jake must have sensed it as well. His smile was full of optimism. "We'll see each other again, right?"
Right? I will make sure of it. You won't leave me again. I desperately clung to his naked body, hoping against hope this blissful instant would never fade.

"Yeah, we'll definitely see other again." With those final words, Jake gently shrugged me off and got dressed. Within minutes we made our way back to the main trail towards our cars. We shared one final embrace, then drove off to our own places.
It was the perfect day. It was the day that told me how proud I am to be gay.