Bo and I spent every day of our Christmas break together naked. If we weren’t making out, sucking or fucking each other, we were posing for each other. He shot hundreds of photos of me all around his house. And I drew nearly a hundred sketches of him in every imaginable pose, full body and close up.
Bo had secretly given me a key to his front door and I let myself in early the first day of our long holiday.
I crept into his room while he slept. Bo liked to sleep late. I was a morning person. So, he rarely was up before I got to his house.
I quietly stripped and slid into his bed and wrapped my arms around him. I lifted my leg over his hip, pushing my groin against his ass.
He still was wearing his normal shorts and t-shirt. I wondered why he wore anything to bed. But, I slid my hand under his shirt to feel as much of his hairy olive chest as possible.
He moaned a little in his sleep as he accepted my spooning embrace.
A few minutes later, he roused enough to slide a hand down to grab my hip. He moaned again and I pushed my fingers through his chest hair and eventually down into his shorts.
I found his fat cock and wrapped my fingers around his shaft and balls to hold them tightly as we fell back into a light doze.
Eventually, I stirred and felt my cock stiff and pressing against my boyfriend’s round ass. I shifted slightly and pushed it between his thighs.
Even through his shorts I could feel my cock head push against his hot, loose balls.
My right hand instinctively sought his dark brown cock and found it hard and warm to the touch.
I moaned quietly into his back.
We both were rock hard. It was the perfect time for us to do – literally any of our favorite activities. I was ready to suck, fuck, or jack or be sucked, fucked, or jacked.
Just then, I felt Bo start to move and wake up. I squeezed him tightly everywhere we connected.
Instantly, he stiffened in my embrace though he clearly wasn’t fully awake.
I pushed up close to his ear.
“Daddy wants to ride his boy,” I whispered into his ear. “Can Daddy ride Bo-Bo’s cock?”
“Hmm,” he moaned without opening his eyes.
“Can Bo-Bo watch, Daddy?” he breathed.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said.
I immediately started lifting Bo’s t-shirt off. He helped and slowly rolled over on to his back as I reached for his shorts.
I had him naked at the same instant he was on his back with his thick meat stiff and pointing toward me.
I already had pushed a syringe of lube into my ass. So, all that was left was to squeeze a bead over Bo’s brown cock.
I felt him jump slightly as I stroked down him.
His eyes still were closed as I crawled over him and guided his cock to my tight hole.
I rested one hand on his chest as I lowered myself onto him.
I gasped and jumped slightly when I felt his brown cock push against and then into my tight ass hole.
Bo filled me more and more as I slowly eased myself down.
He drew a long, deep breath as his back arched. I began squeezing his cock with my sphincter muscles with long, tight contractions as I lifted up on my knees. I released the pressure when I carefully lowered my body down until my ass cheeks rested on Bo’s thighs.
I transferred my upper body weight to my hands on either side of Bo’s head. My face was just inches from his closed, contented eyes.
I felt my own breathing begin to speed up even as I slowly lifted my ass up along my friend’s stiff cock.
Bo moaned a little for me when I lowered myself again to allow him to fill me with his meat. I was suddenly fully aware of the pressure his curved cock placed on the right side of my anal cavity.
“God! Bo!” I whispered. “I can feel your curve inside me.”
His hands slid up my hips to my ribs as he moaned in agreement or acceptance. I don’t know which. I just know he suddenly pushed up with his hips to give me more phallus than I was getting on my own.
I began slowly lifting and lowering my torso on to his cock as my hot breath shook his curly hair.
I milked his cock with long sensual strokes, squeezing and releasing my sphincter as I slid up and down on my Greek lover’s meat.
On some up-strokes, Bo gasped and even opened his eyes wide as I pulled his cock up and away from his body with nothing but the grip of my ass.
I moved as slowly as I could. I wanted to stretch this out and give Bo the best ride I could. Still, he could only last so long.
It felt like minutes, but I know it was only a few seconds before I began gyrating my hips in a circle, forcing his fat meat to swirl around inside me.
“Oh! Daddy!” Bo gasped loudly.
I rolled my hips around and around as I slowly slid up and down.
I think my own stiff cock began throbbing before Bo’s did as it slid along his hairy stomach. The sensation was similar to the unique masturbatory feeling of the frottage we’d loved back in the summer. My heavy chrome ball ring was dragging my balls along Bo’s groin for an added pleasure.
I felt my cum rising and my sphincter began contracting around his throbbing cock.
I began stroking and jacking myself with one hand as I increased my speed and bounced back and forth on Bo’s cock as fast as I could until we both exploded.
I blew a huge wad of cum across and over his belly and chest. He filled my ass with his hot, thin cum. I could feel the heat and even watery texture as he gushed into me.
My head was thrown back and I moaned and grunted in uncontrollable ecstasy.
Finally, I dropped on to his chest as our ejaculations subsided.
I lay my head on his chest as I let his cock finish oozing within me and eventually go limp. I felt my own cum between his belly and mine as I lay there panting. Some had flown nearly to his collarbones. I licked off as much as I could reach.
We both dozed off as his fat cock shrank inside me. He was asleep before I was.
At some point, I jumped awake, looked at the clock and realized we’d slept for nearly an hour.
Bo barely moved as I lifted myself off of him and the bed.
A thorough shower and enema later, I found him still naked, sticky and asleep in the same position in which I’d left him.
I wrapped myself around his naked body again and fell into a deep sleep listening to his heavy breathing.
Our holiday break was nearly four weeks long and every day began the same way. I let myself in, joined Bo naked in bed and we fucked each other dry before dropping off to sleep for another hour or two.
We couldn’t get enough of fucking each other. We both loved the feeling so much. We loved feeling each other’s cock inside. We loved the feeling of our lover cumming inside of us. We loved the feeling of just having cum inside of us.
We tried every position we could think of.
After the first week, we both were so sore and stretched out we had to take a break. That just meant we went back to sucking each other dry every day.
I decided to take a break from shaving my face over Christmas and developed a thin beard and mustache within the first three days.
Bo noticed almost immediately.
“What’s this?” he asked, holding my chin up in his hand. “You’re getting awfully scratchy.”
He rubbed over my new facial hair as I pulled him close in the shower.
“I’m just tired of shaving every day,” I said.
“Hmm. I might like it,” he said as he rubbed my chin and cheek. “Let’s see where this goes.”
“I’m thinking about shaving everything else off, though,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I liked how it felt when we were slick and smooth together,” I answered, turning us around so I could get under the water. “I like feeling your bush hit me when we’re fucking. But I’d love to see how it feels without hair – the way we spent the summer.”
“What if somebody notices in the locker room at school?” Bo asked.
“Who cares?” I said. “Other guys shave. Some guys even shave their chest. What difference does it make if we shave our pubes?”
“What if somebody puts two and two together? Everybody knows how close we are. Hell, there’s already a rumor about us.”
“So, they can do math. Do we really care any more?” I said. “If that’s all it takes for them to think we’re a couple, so what? I mean, we haven’t really been hiding it at the movies or the mall the last couple months and, apparently, nothing has come out of that. How many people have seen us holding hands or walking around with my arm around you?”
“I guess that’s true,” Bo asked as he lifted his head to look me in the eye.
“We still aren’t making an official public statement,” I said. “We loved being smooth all summer and only grew our hair back so people wouldn’t think anything when we went back to school. I’d rather be smooth and feel your skin than worry about what other boys think of us.”
I slid my fingers through Bo’s thick, wet hair.
“Besides, it’s only hair. It’s not like we’re kissing in the hall. If they aren’t talking about us holding hands in the mall, they aren’t going to care about shaved pubes.”
As soon as we toweled off, Bo disappeared and brought in the electric trimmer we’d used back in the summer to buzz off the majority of our thick old-growth.
“So – ?” I questioned.
“So, we’re going to go hairless again,” Bo said. “You’re right. I love it when we’re completely slick and smooth. I can’t wait to feel you hairless in my ass. But, you will not shave your face for the rest of the Christmas break. I want to see how that turns out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
We repeated our previous ritual of trimming and shaving the area above our cocks. It was the only spot we’d allowed ourselves to regrow pubic hair after shaving each other slick back in the summer.
We’d trimmed and shaved each other completely hairless from several inches above our shafts down and back to our ass holes.
Before school started in August, we decided to let the patch above our cocks re-grow so no one would think we shaved identically because we were a couple.
Now, our desire to be smooth again overrode our fear of being found out. We just wanted to enjoy each other.
To my surprise, it didn’t take long for someone to notice our matching pubic hair once we returned to school.
“I couldn’t help but notice you and Bo are shaved the same,” Elliot said quietly in our next class after Gym.
“Yeah. So?” He caught me off-guard.
“In Gym, in the locker room,” he explained. “You guys shave all your pubic hair. Does that mean something? Are you two – together?”
“We both like to be smooth,” I said. “Other guys shave their pubes. Some guys even shave their chest hair. So what?”
“It’s just something I noticed,” Elliot shied away a little. “You guys are such good friends. I just wondered if maybe you were more than that.”
“We are best friends,” I admitted. “And we do just about everything together.”
“Everything?” he asked with his eyebrows lifted.
“Bo and I have been best friends for years and we do spend a lot of time together. We also share similar interests and tastes,” I admitted. “You can take that to mean whatever you want.”
I heard myself sounding a little antsy.
“Jim, I’m not trying to start anything or out you guys,” he said. “Jason and I are – together, too. I just thought it might be nice to have other – uh – like-minded friends. I mean, it would be nice to know we aren’t the only ‘different’ couple in our class. Y’know? Maybe we could hang out or even double-date – I mean, if you guys do that sort of thing, if you’re ‘together’ like that. I mean, I saw you at the mall a couple weeks ago and it was pretty clear –.”
“Yeah. OK.” I paused for a second. “You could say we’re ‘together.’”
I moved closer to Elliot’s face and lowered my voice even more.
“But, we aren’t completely public about it, if you know what I mean,” I warned. “We do like to go out, though. We could probably hang out sometime if you want. It might be fun to do pizza or a movie with a couple other guys sometime. But, we aren’t as public about it as you and Jason are – if you know what I mean.”
Elliot and Jason weren’t as “closeted” as Bo and I had been. Most of the school knew they both were gay. They weren’t really trying to hide it.
And, no one cared. I’d never even seen anyone bully them or make fun of them.
That was starting to mean something to me. It was 2017. People – even teenagers – just didn’t care as much as they once did. We had been so afraid we couldn’t be ourselves. But, it turned out we were wrong. We could be who we wanted to be – and with who we wanted to be with.
I sent Bo a quick text about my conversation with Elliot.
“You actually agreed to a potential double date with a gay couple?!” he texted back.
“If by ‘date’ you mean maybe someday eventually going to a movie? Yes,” I sent back. “I haven’t set a date for the orgy or swap meet yet. We’re talking about a movie, not group shower sex at the gym.”
“K.”
“We can do that after the ‘double’ part of the date is over.”
“Damn right! ;)”
After giving our order, Jason dove right into personal conversation.
It had been only two days since Elliot and I had discussed a potential double date between Bo and I and him and Jason. But they were eager for new friends.
“Elliot and I both knew we were gay pretty early and, when we met, we just clicked,” he said. “How did you two get together? We never knew you guys were gay. I mean, I had my suspicions about you, Bo. But, Jim is a total shock.”
Jason talked a lot – and fast. Elliot nodded agreement.
“Jim and I have been best friends since sixth grade,” Bo began his explanation of our relationship. His right hand was gliding up and down my thigh under the table. “Right from the start, he protected me and my – proclivities – from the other boys in school. He’s always been my protector, my knight in shining armor.”
Even out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bo’s puppy-dog look. He was letting his true self come through, the Bo he was at home when we were alone. He wasn’t pretending anymore.
He slid his hand up my thigh and squeezed my balls through my jeans. I couldn’t help but smile – both at his little squeeze and at his obvious comfort with our new friends.
Everyone looked at me as if I was supposed to take up the story.
“Uh – Bo and I – explored and made the most of the situation as friends who were horny and unable to find satisfaction elsewhere,” I tried to explain. “Eventually, after a few years – last summer, I found that I might be a little more – bi than straight. And, – well, Bo had grown on me pretty good by then. We realized we had become more than friends. And, here we are on our first double date with a gay couple.”
“That’s a cool story,” Jason said. “It’s romantic to start as friends and eventually become lovers. It’s also such a relief to find another couple to hang out with.”
“There are a bunch of gay guys at school,” Elliot chimed in. “But most of them are single or they jump from guy to guy. Frank even has what he calls a sugar daddy that gives him money and pays his car insurance in exchange for – ‘favors.’”
“Wait!” I said. “Frank Blanchard is gay – and a hooker?”
“Gay? Yes,” Elliot answered. “Hooker? I don’t know if I would go that far. But, according to everything he’s said to me, he does whatever his adult boyfriend asks to get his bills paid.”
“That’s kind of fucked up,” I said. “And, isn’t that illegal?”
“He says he’s having fun and loves his sugar daddy. And, he just turned seventeen. If he’s cool with the situation, it’s his life.”
“I guess, whatever works for him,” I said.
After dinner, we made our way to the theater most often frequented by our classmates. It was the same one where we had publicly held hands several times. This time I put my hand on the small of Bo’s back to guide him into the door.
The four of us sat together and quickly settled into making out with our dates once the theater went dark.
It was odd seeing Jason and Elliot kissing in the dark. But I assumed they were just as perplexed seeing Bo and I kissing and fondling each other through our jeans.
I could feel the eyes of strangers on me as I explored Bo’s mouth with my tongue. Occasionally, I glanced around to see who might be watching. I often caught Elliot’s eyes on us as he was sitting next to me and closest to our action.
Sometimes I felt the gaze of others when I knew Elliot to be facing his boyfriend. Bo and I were making out in our local theater with lots of our friends and classmates nearby. We hadn’t chosen to sit in the back of the theater. We were right in the middle, open for all to see. Somehow, we had purposely chosen our seats to display our affection and relationship to our entire high school class.
If they hadn’t known before that night, they knew then. Bo and I were lovers and we apparently didn’t care who knew.
That was all I could think of. I was nervous, but exhilarated at the same time. All I wanted was to get to the showers at the gym where I worked and slide my stiff, denim-caged cock into my boyfriend’s tight ass.
“Please tell me you’re clean,” I whispered to Bo.
“Of course,” he replied.
“I can’t wait to get your hot ass to the gym,” I said.
Bo moaned and snaked his hand across my belly to pull me tight.
“Daddy, your perfect cock belongs in my ass,” he whispered back. “You can fuck me anytime anywhere.”
When the movie was over, the four of us walked through the parking lot, each couple holding hands.
“That was a good enough movie,” I said.
“What do you guys usually do after a movie?” Elliot asked.
“Most nights we just go back to Bo’s house,” I said. “I spend the night most weekends.”
“That must be nice,” he said. “We have to find secluded spots to make out or wait for teacher work days at school to have any significant time together.”
“I hate that,” Bo said. “You need to find some place where you can park and make out in your car. It’s better than nothing.”
“Yeah,” Elliot said. “There’s a little church just outside the city limits where we can park behind the building for a couple hours. But, nothing beats a nice bed.”
“You’re right about that,” Bo said as he opened the door of my Jeep. “Well, this has been nice. Maybe we can do it again some time.”
“We’ll see you Monday at school,” I said.
Ten minutes later, Bo and I were stripping down in the locker room of the gym.
“You know they were trying to invite themselves into wherever we were going to go to have sex, don’t you?” Bo asked.
“Of course,” I said. “They were desperate for any place they could fuck whether we were there or not. I just wonder if they thought we were willing to do some kind of foursome or something.”
“I don’t know what they thought was going to happen,” Bo said. “But swapping will never be an option with my daddy.”
The second I turned on the water his arms were wrapped around me.
“You better never think about swapping or sharing with another boy,” Bo said. “You’re my daddy. And I don’t share.”
Our lips met and our cocks grew alongside each other.
“You’re definitely the only boy for me, Bo,” I whispered into his mouth after a minute of kissing.
In that instant, I turned Bo around and pushed him down to lean against the shower wall.
My swollen cock head was against his eager ass hole in an instant.
“Oh! Yes! Please, Daddy!” he begged. “Right here! Right now!”
In one swift, hard push my cock was planted firmly in my boyfriend’s ass.
“Daddy!” Bo screamed. “You’re so amazing! Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!”
Before I knew it, I was pumping in and out of my boyfriend over and over as hard and fast as I could. In less than a minute we both were exploding cum.
“Oh, God! Daddy!” Bo moaned as we calmed down and caught our breath. “That was amazing! I love it when you jump me like a cave man! Please, God! Keep jumping me and fucking me like I don’t deserve it.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked as we held each other under the water. “Or, do you want me to suck you or jack you? I don’t care. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Can I fuck you?” he asked as if I hadn’t just offered myself up to anything he wanted. “But, I want you to ride me on a locker room bench. Can we do that?”
“Of course,” I said, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. “I’m as much yours as you are mine, Bo-Bo.”
In a couple minutes, we were dry and I grabbed a syringe and lube to prep myself for Bo’s thick cock.
Once I was squishy inside, I dropped to my knees beside Bo and began kissing from his hip over to his already growing meat.
After a few licks, I kissed my way up to his face and sent my tongue into his mouth.
We both moaned our pleasure as I stroked his cock with my right hand.
I swung my leg over him as he lay back on the bench in front of my locker. He reached up and slid his hands up my sides from my hips to my ribs.
I wanted to perfectly duplicate the amazing time we’d had when Bo had ridden me on that same bench.
I reached between my legs and grabbed his stiff cock to aim it toward my waiting ass.
I lowered myself just enough to push his swollen fat head against my slick hole.
“There, Daddy,” he moaned. “That’s perfect.”
I slowly lowered myself down on to Bo’s thick meat. I couldn’t help but breathe out in ecstasy with my mouth wide and my head thrown back.
“Bo-Bo! Your cock is amazing,” I moaned as I bottomed out on his hairless groin. “God! It’s so fat!”
I started a very slow, long up-and-down motion, going from barely keeping his huge head inside me to grinding my ass on his pelvic bone.
Bo clawed my ass cheeks with both hands.
My own half-hard cock and loose balls bounced and banged against Bo’s stomach over and over.
In seconds we both were panting and moaning loudly as I continued to bounce and milk my lover’s cock.
I tried to do kegels and squeeze my sphincter around Bo’s cock. But I was too far gone. My own cock was stiff and dribbling pre-cum over his stomach.
“Bo-Bo!” was all I could exclaim as the contractions swelled through my body.
“Daddy! Fuck Me, Daddy!” he screamed.
A second later, I shot a thin load over his chest as he filled my ass with his hot, thin sperm.
After a couple minutes of bouncing on his fat cock and squeezing all his cum out, I dropped down onto his chest and found my boyfriend’s mouth.
I discovered that some of my cum had sprayed as far as his face and began licking it clean.
Eventually, our tongues wrestled for what felt like an hour until Bo’s cock shrank and finally slid out of me.
“My god, Bo! I love you!” I breathed into his ear.
“Daddy! You’re the best!” he gasped. “That was – .”
Our mouths met suddenly and we fell into a deep, loving, sensual kiss that lasted until we’d both somehow caught our breath and calmed down to our usual post-coital dreamy revery.
Finally, I lifted off Bo and helped him up so we could go shower off and head home for an amazing night’s sleep.
