Our Beginning

The four of us had always been good friends. Growing up in Arizona, going to high school and college, Randy, Ruth, Judy and I did everything together; movies, dances, football games, homework and parties. When school was eventually over we even married in a double ceremony and then moved apart.

Randy and Ruth had a couple of kids in the next few years but Judy and I decided to spend our lives together free of responsibility that children always seem to add to a marriage. We still spent our vacations with Randy and Ruth -- one year we had two fantastic weeks in St. Thomas; another year, a tour of Alaska. And one year we spent in Las Vegas where we lost all our money and had a glorious time doing it. We were as close as four people could be.

One vacation, we decided not to go anywhere but just to spend a couple of weeks together sitting around talking, drinking, listening to music and, mainly, just enjoying each other's company. I will always remember that year as the start of a new beginning in my life. Randy and Ruth were living in San Francisco, so Judy and I packed our bags and headed West.

The first week and a half passed in a blur of drink, talk, music and good times. On the Wednesday before our scheduled Saturday departure, Ruth and Judy decided they should go out exploring the night life by themselves, and gave Randy and me the job of caring for the kids and repairing the stereo system that had gone berserk the day before. In a flurry of makeup, high heels and dresses, Ruth and Judy split out of the house around 7 o'clock, leaving Randy and me to fend for ourselves.

After we put the kids to bed, our only company was a bottle of VO and a couple of glasses with ice. A warm wind had come up so we had all the doors and windows open while we tried to decide whether or not to attempt the work on the stereo. We were getting a little blitzed, and finally figured to hell with it, we'd just keep drinking and talking and could always work on the system another day.

Somewhere around midnight the wind had turned into a cool Santa Ana and I suggested we take the bottle outside to take advantage of the night air. It was windy and glorious outside, a beautiful night with clear skies and bright magical stars that made me feel as if something special was happening. I felt tingling sensations on every part of my body where the wind brushed against me and I said out loud how great it would be to be naked right then with the warm winds flowing over our bodies.

To my surprise, Randy turned to me with a broad smile. "Yeah, let's do it," he said with the sort of mischievous enthusiasm I remembered from our high school and college days. I fired a smile back at him just as quickly and before we knew it, we were pulling our clothes off and throwing them aside...and then standing there with that wonderful wind wrapping about our bodies.

I swear, nothing else was on my mind, but I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to hug Randy, and I walked over to him and put my arms around him, telling him what a shame it was that friends like us couldn't hang out and be with each other more often. Randy didn't say a word and seemed to accept my hug for what it was.

I was about ready to take my arms away when I felt his strong arms slide firmly around my back, and his stroking fingers sending electric charges through my body. He moved his hands up and down my back and finally brought them to rest just above the cheeks of my ass. I noticed that I could feel his hard on pressing against my stomach and my mind started reeling with thoughts I'd never had before. I leaned back slightly and looked at Randy's face, and a saw a look of total contentment that I'd never seen before. His eyes were closed and his lips, slightly open, were fixed in the most beautiful, small smile.

As I brought my face back close to his, I could feel his breath on my cheek. Slowly our mouths met in the longest and most tender kiss I had ever experienced. Our tongues worked together, searching... caressing everything they came in contact with.

All the time we were kissing, I kept thinking that this wasn't supposed to be happening, and yet I didn't want it to stop. My cock hadn't gotten hard but his was as strong as before. I guess I was feeling a little guilty, having my head screwed around thinking of the ancient taboo against men being intimate together, physically.

Randy finally broke our kiss and, and with a contented sigh said that he had wanted this to happen for years but had never had the nerve to suggest it, or to make the first move. But the night had been so beautiful and everything was so perfect, he told me, that he finally felt it must be right.

I still had my arms around him and I stepped back so that I could look at his body before me. His beautiful chest, with it's perfect covering of soft hair and its two pink and very erect nipples, tapered down to a firm belly, which was adorned with a continuance of the same hair, having narrowed into a thin line, that pointed further down to his groin. There, his cock stood perpendicular to the rest of his body; thickly veined and large, but not frighteningly so; perfectly framed with more soft hair. The whole, marvelous vision was rounded off with his two heavy balls, swinging in their low-hanging, hairy sac. He was tall and lean, but his body was as sinewy and tightly muscular as it had been for as long as I'd known him.

The only difference was that tonight, unlike all the nights in all the years before, his body was ready to have sex with me.

It would be my first time with a man, and I really didn't know what to do next. He put his hands on my shoulders and started easing them over my chest, first brushing then squeezing my nipples until they stood out. His touch felt so good to my body, and as I felt my own cock getting hard, I knew I was ready for whatever was going to happen next.

I moved my hands around to his chest, then to his belly and down still further to his cock and ballsac. I was scared and excited as I cupped his heavy balls with one hand and I stroked his cock with the other. Randy sighed as he moved his hands to my shoulders then slowly pushed me down to my knees. But he pushed slowly, stopping long enough so that I could lick, kiss and caress his chest and then his navel, all the way past his soft, curly pubic hair until I was finally there on my knees before him, looking straight across at his magnificent cock, and the swollen head, which was almost covered and dripping with the precum coming from the long slit in its center.

I moved my tongue hesitantly over the tip and tasted the sweetness of his juice. I tried to take his whole dick in my mouth, but without success; gagging slightly. I pulled back and looked up at him thinking maybe something was wrong, but he just smiled and his eyes almost seemed to almost say, "Go ahead and enjoy."

I had one hand under his balls and with my index finger I was pressing that spot right behind and underneath the sac that feels like a combination of velvet and satin; my other hand worked his dick up and down, leading it to my mouth that I had opened for it again.

It all felt so good; felt like this was the way it was supposed to be, but I was still unsure, and I eased back again to look up at Randy, wanting him to tell me if I should be doing something differently. He had groaned a little, and now opened his eyes and looked down at me, telling me I was doing great, and to keep practicing. I followed his instruction, and went back in earnest to the most pleasurable thing I had ever done in my life.

All too soon, I felt his body tense, and as he erupted in my mouth, I thought I would die. I had never tasted anything like it in my life; it reminded me a little of zabaglione, hot, rich, and satisfying. And, God!, he fed me so MUCH of it!

I stayed on my knees a moment or two, with his cock shrinking but still in my mouth, before I let that lollipop go and crumbled down on the grass and just sat there, holding tightly to his legs.

Slowly, he eased down next to me and whispered, "I love you. I want you to know that, and I want you now -- more than ever." All I could do was to look up at him and nod. As I jerked my body toward him, I felt a surge of passion pass between us that was so strong, it overcame any fears or reserves left within me.

We held each other and rolled about on the grass, hugging, kissing, groping and exploring every inch of each other's body with our hands and mouths. The night wind was still flowing coolly over us as Randy again reached down and took my cock, sliding his hand up and down the shaft, working my dick from it's engorged, slitted head to the point where it was urgently thrusting out from my groin.

Then, as he looked at me and grinned, he spit into his hand and lubricated my dick with it, making me shiver and gasp with pleasure. As his hand slid on my rod, faster and faster, he was quickly bringing me to the edge of what I knew would be a wildly paralyzing, insane orgasm.

Suddenly, the lights from Ruth's car flashed across the trees and the side of the house, and just as the car turned from the street, my cock pulsed wildly, sending my huge, hot load all over my stomach.

Randy and I scrambled around trying to get our clothes back on. We'd heard the car door slam, but still I couldn't find my socks, and suddenly I burst out laughing as I thought how we must both look, and then Randy caught my eye and he too burst into laughter. It was hard getting my pants on because my cock was still sticking straight out, but I finally made it and we were able to get back to the living room before our wives came in.

"Well, did you guys have a good time?" Judy questioned as they entered, and then as Randy and I began to laugh, Ruth and Judy rushed into their stories about their experiences with the guys at the local club. Soon we were all laughing together, and it never seemed to matter about what.

Thursday passed with me feeling a combination of agony and ecstasy. Every chance I got I touched Randy on the shoulder or arm, or any part of his body that I thought I could get away with touching in a house full of wives.

That Friday we had decided to go out to dinner and a show. About noon, Judy and Ruth went out to have their hair and nails done, so we were again left alone to work on the stereo system. Randy immediately made arrangements for the kids to spend the afternoon next door.

When he returned from the neighbors and we were finally alone in the house, he grabbed me in his arms and pulled me into the bedroom, hugging and kissing me as we pulled the clothes from our bodies and finally fell naked against each other on the bed. Randy was sucking my cock and squeezing my nipples and I thought I was going to explode before we even had a chance to get started.

I reached down and took his face in my hands so that he looked up at me, and then I told him that I wanted him TOTALLY -- I wanted his cock in my ass. He asked if I had ever done that before because it could hurt the first time. I sort of indignantly said of course I hadn't done it before.

"Anyway, I don't care if it hurts," I told him as I looked straight into his face. I kissed him on the lips, then spoke softly as I continued looking into his eyes. "I want you, Randy!"

He smiled gently, then got up from the bed and went into the bathroom returning with a tube of lubricant and a bottle of something that smelled like a cross between ether and our college locker room. He squeezed some of the cream on his fingers and then started caressing my ass. He slid his fingers gently over the lips of my asshole then inched one of his fingers into me and slowly moved it in and out.

I thought to myself that it didn't hurt at all; as a matter of fact, it felt kind of pleasant. He pulled his finger out and then put some lubricant on his stiff cock and asked me to roll over and just relax. If it hurt or if I wanted him to stop, just let him know, he told me. I did as he said and tried to relax.

I felt his cock searching for my asshole and all I could think was here I was with my face in the pillow and my ass in the air about to be fucked by my best friend. If I hadn't been so nervous I might have laughed.

I felt the head of his cock penetrate my asshole and I thought I was going to scream from the pain, but as he slowly eased his dick into me, the pain went away and I felt a pleasure that I'd never felt before. I started relaxing and could feel Randy starting to move inside me, slowly at first but soon a little faster as my ass opened in acceptance of him. I let go to the feeling and started moving my whole body in unison with his, and when he came in me I knew this was the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life: making love to Randy, feeling his cock in my guts.

He collapsed onto my sweaty back and we just lay there, breathing heavily, him piled on top of me and not talking at all.

I finally rolled over and spoke. "You know, I kinda get the impression you've done this before." He laughed and said he'd been having gay encounters since high school. Since I'd been in high school with him, I was a bit shocked that I had never known.

He said he had never had the guts to tell me because he thought our friendship might suffer, and I admitted to him that I probably wouldn't have known how to handle it before. He also said that he'd never really considered accepting a totally gay lifestyle before because he enjoyed his family life too much to give it up, and besides, gay sex had always been just that and nothing more -- he'd never really loved a man before. But now with me, he admitted, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He told me he loved me deeply, and though I didn't know how I really felt, I told him that I loved him, too. The thoughts raced through my mind too quickly for me to be quite sure of anything at that moment.

As we lay there looking at each other he slowly moved his hand to my cock and began sliding it up and down, bringing me to another climax, and soon my cum shot out all over both our sweaty bodies.

I just lay there quietly with my eyes closed feeling his hand softly touching my body, and then I knew. I would do anything for Randy, anything at all, including loving him. We got up and showered together and again came while we worked over our bodies with warm soapy hands. A whole new world seemed to open to me as we finally dried off and dressed for dinner.

We were sharing a bottle of champagne when Ruth and Judy walked in looking really beautiful, but then I suppose that Attila the Hun might have looked beautiful to me that night. We went to our farewell dinner and had three or four bottles of champagne and were flying by the time we got to the play. I watched the players on the stage but really couldn't concentrate, reliving the events of the past couple of days over and over in my mind.

I wondered when Randy and I would be together again. Eventually we got home and stayed up until four in the morning, talking and having more champagne. Ruth and Judy finally went to bed and I moved over next to Randy. We held our hands tightly together as we talked about how we were going to handle the goodbye at the airport that afternoon. We decided to just do what we would normally do. We hugged and kissed our own, private goodbye, and then separated and went to bed.

That morning was spent packing and driving to the airport and all too soon it was time to board the plane. Randy hugged Judy, and Ruth hugged me, and then Ruth hugged Judy. Randy and I just stood there looking, I suppose, longingly at each other for what seemed a long time, until Ruth finally spoke. "For Christ's sake, go ahead and hug," she almost laughed, "it's okay for men to do that. After all, you ARE friends!" Randy and I looked at each other for another few seconds, smiles forming on both of our lips, before we reached out and hugged each other long and hard.

We certainly WERE friends, and there would be, after all, too long a time before we'd be together again. Even if that were to be the next week, or even if that were to be tomorrow.

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