I was able to hide behind skirts. Girlie tit-mag hidden in the gym-bag for show, but that shows stops when I closed the door - alone with a hott Bro.  I always admired the Kinsey-6 dudes who were so masc that they could pull off "straight" without having to walk around with props stuck in a backpack for cover.  I wasn't taking any chances. If there are no women visible in a guy's life -- it makes the logistics of covertly hooking up with DL guys more difficult.  But for me - between sports, informal-skirt-talks & a p-layboy in the gym bag: my life was full of awesome guys & I discovered 1^st hand what some guys have been saying for a long time: Guys are generally "Bi" (but that doesn't mean "sleasy" - which is why so many gays think that GUYS INTO M2M are under 10% of the male population). 

I started hooking up in grammar school - jr. high.  I was a jock, sure -- but also played drums, so I hung out with guys who were in "band" too. In 5th grade - I began to realize who I wanted to be around the most. I hung out with a few chicks who were maturing the fastest. Nothing went on -- probably because most adults are so keen to making sure that nothing goes on.  But then there were the guys -- lotsa maturing jocks too once puberty took hold. With most, the difference between 5th grade & 8th was a stunning change to be hold.  One guy - David Littlevett who played guitar in band & soccer on the field was also my neighbor.  The guy hit puberty at 11- I swear.  That was kewl -- because I hit puberty at 11.  2+ years of being friends & casually working out together added to that rage-of-hormones & things are bound to happen.   0ne week after I turned 14, Dave had me over to camp out for the weekend.  We chose a clearing under an apple-tree about quarter of a mile behind his house.

It got late & in the tent, we got wrestling.  Soon it was too hot & off came the clothes down to our shorts.  Seeing me with my shirt off really did something to Dave -- changed his demeanor & body language.  I could also tell when we worked out -but he seemed wayyy of balance that night.  He made a few comments at what a "total animal" I was turning into & how great I must be in sports, etc.  He was pretty well developed himself, but what set me off was when he pulled the sheets off his lower body & my eyes had adjusted enough to the dim light to make out how well developed his legs were -- all the way to his muscled arse under his micro-briefs.  The extreme development of his lower body was like a switch that made me notice his post secondary sex traits -- hair, pits, pleasure-trail, etc.  That was the night I really, really recognized the fact that I could see what made a guy "phuck'n beautiful".  It was a different form of appreciation than what I saw in chicks.  It was like being able to see what made classical & jazz both great in a world where it seemed everyone claimed to love one or the other (but never both & never the "wrong" one).  "Men are from Jazz & Woman from Classical..." (& curses upon you if you claim to be on the wrong stage-crew)!

After we'd settled down some, - David ended up wrapping an arm around me as he spoke of my physical development.  I didn't mind his closeness -- as his demeanor was that of a "real man" & he was my close buddy, anyhow.  I was on my back & by midnight or so, we were both quiet - & he was really cuddled up to me -with his head resting on my right pec & his right leg knee-down & draped over my right.  Over the space of the next half-hour or so, Dave slowly inched his way up on top of me -- with me feigning being asleep & conveniently repositioning myself from time to time to make his journey easier & more comfortable.  I knew that there was only one step left to make the experience right & that was ditching the shorts.  Once he was resting atop of me & I could feel his dick slowly throbbing -- I committed myself to lifting my ass some as I hooked my shorts with my hands & the waistband of his too as I made it clear with my movements that I wanted them out of the picture.  He didn't resist & lifted his hips as down both pairs moved .  It took about 3 seconds of cooperation between us & both pairs were a memory.

We were both rock hard & the feeling of being totally in the raw with Dave balls2balls on top of me was awesome.  He wrapped those muscular legs around the back of mine & slowly ground his dick against mine firmly.  Wrapping my arms around him, I slid my hands down low onto the bare muscular globes of his arse & reveled in the feeling of the mature nakedness of my buddy's upper haunches.  It didn't take long until we both came like novice racehorses -- not ready for the intensity of the feelings or how it would affect my buddy's responses either. 

It was great.  Dave groaned, & cried out a loud series of whimpers & his muscular arse crawled around under my hands & his penis had a grande-mall seizure -- proceeding to frantically vomit it's amorous contents out in a series of powerful shots that took Dave's self control away from him & left only masculine reflexes.  There were few words to weave in such a way as to put that experience into lyrics & all the attempts I'd seen to date did a p!ss-poor job of it!  I just hugged him back tighter as I enjoyed my nutt & did everything I could to move in such a way as to lengthen the mutual session.  It was only after Dave regained some composure & lifted his head away from my shoulder -that I gave him a long gentle kiss on the jaw line & told him what an awesome late-birthday present that was.

He seemed really relieved to get such a positive review from me.  Neither of us saw it in the light of being "gay" -- (& didn't see Dave in that light at all nor did I wish he was "chick-like". I appreciated my buddy for what made him masculine).  After that experience, Dave & I  would hook up for some personal appreciation time whenever we could swing it.  It was always totally discrete & slightly awkward at first - to be sure.  We didn't verbalize our ultimate intents -- even to each other!  It was just "hook'n up to do something".  At about the same time frame, -Dave had an Uncle who owned a video store.  Dave got a part time job there & I'd often drop in after closing to hang out & make plans to "hook up & do something" later.  Dave had access to all the videos & on one occasion, he told me that he had something to show me - that was probably gonna make me sick.  He pulled out a "gay" video & put it in the Blu-Ray in the back office.  Right off, I thought the posturing & body language of the two actors was a little bit odd - too forward. But soon into the "action", one of the guys rolled over onto his stomach & the other drove his dick up into his arse.  I thought I was gonna be sick.  "Every one of these GAY-vids I've checked out essentially ends up the same way.", Dave commented incredulously.  "Pretty phuck'n sick-o, eh?", he added.

"Man, I so DON'T want to ever do anything like that with you!", I reassured him.  "That's like pretending a guy's arse is a khunt...which is basically pretending that a guy is some twisted form of a chick!  Phuck! That's what being a phag is all about?  I don't ever want anyone to confuse our friendship with that sh!t!", I ranted. "We need to be careful -- because lots of people aren't gonna see the difference right away."

It was a mutual feeling. We didn't want anyone to confuse our intense friendship with some "arse-phuck'n fag" thing.  We both realized (out loud in each other's company - that neither of us wanted to x-dress, nor replace our dicks with snatches, nor put our arses in the air to troll for dicks; --And we certainly didn't want people ASSuming anything like that about us.).  Our friendship was based on love & respect; --Not pretending that a guy was in any way built like a woman or to be used like a bad version of one. 

It seemed like the entire "gay-porn" industry was bent on confounding those differences!   To me (& my closest friends), that mindset was incredibly disrespectful & disgusting.  The truth was that "gay" wasn't simply about loving the same gender. Gay was about swapping Donna for Danny & insisting that nobody recognize the gross physical differences.  I respect both - as the distinct genders they are; --Not as some attempt to confound those distinctions into androgyny. Dave agreed & the fact is (was) that most guys asked would tell you the same thing!

0ur friendship was an intense guy's friendship.  It wasn't a "gay" thing; -- It was simply an intensely intimate gUy-thing (probably a friendship so close that few others would understand - or so we thought).  To call it "gay" was like asking to have our nuts cut off.  "GAY" is a word that "UNmans" the guys using the word.  We didn't relate to it & as a result -- the best part of our friendship was practiced on the downlow far away from anything "parading-&-gay". 

As I got into high-school, I found it difficult - having that same level of friendship with Dave (who attended another high school).  Dave & I hooked up about once every 2nd or 3rd weekend (or less) with our schedules.  There are 7 days in a week & my dick wasn't getting tired of doing what it seemed to do best - nor even taking a night off (not to mention -an entire day).  All guys in HS do - is think & talk about sex anyhow -like 6-7 times an hour (which brings me to the conclusion that maybe THAT'S the age to expect guys to begin getting off.  Pastor-Prudery & Priest-Poofergroper need to get a phuck'n clue about speaking the truth that seems to so easily evade them).  I didn't talk about it (sex) nearly as much as some of my friends did -& I eventually figured out why.  Dave & I were taking the edge off each other.  My other buddies -- they weren't getting any & your own hand doesn't "count" as "doing the deed".  Just in the same way as it's not possible to tickle yourself -- neither does jack'n off really give a guy that intense emotional release that comes as a result of shared empathy in the mental-reaction chamber.  In other words: The best part about doing the cumm-cuddle with a buddy -was that awesome bonded feeling that was like trading a piece of your heart with the other guy -- having his back covered & him your's.  It was like being wrapped in trust, respect & total acceptance during the gett'n-off. 

It was the 3rd trimester that I figured this out & I began to plan.  Since I was always being followed by a gaggle of cheerleaders, none of my buddies for a moment suspected that I was a guy who 'might like guys' too (other than those who knew 1st-hand; --And they weren't talking)!  It was a great smokescreen.  Friends were in no short supply, - and one guy -- Robbie Bradford was a major dick hardener.  He was athletic, -about 5'10" with dark hair, a Latino complexion & no body fat.  The guy was art-in-motion with the defined muscles under his skin -always rippling to get your attention.  He wasn't huge -- but he was beautiful, - & his attitude was cocky-attractive.  I was more muscular & outweighed him by an easy 5 kilos - but that beautiful guy-bod of his was calling out for intensification of friendship relations & I was willing to initiate diplomatic discussions about it. 

Since I got straight "A"s (Yeah - jock has brain too), my parents were easy going with sleep-overs & stuff.  I invited Robbie over for the weekend; - & during the day -- we had a blast in the city at the gym/club Robbie belonged to.  The guy was into every gymnastic device you could imagine & good at it.  I developed a strategy to wear him out -- asking him to "show me" how to do things over & over again.  Asking him how long he could hold a position while I timed it & made it clear I was totally impressed with the results.  Yeah, I was sore at the end of the day -- but Robbie was devastated with muscle fatigue -literally unsteady as he walked as the day ended.  I knew that "seriously-sore" would come later. We had all weekend for my plot to unfold. 

By 10PM, he was beginning to complain about some muscular spasms & having "overdid it".  I told him that I was studying for sports medicine (I was) & that he needed to take a hot shower & I'd practice some "voodoo" on him to relieve the spasms.  He agreed & took a shower - a long hot one after I'd taken mine.  By 10:30PM, we were both in my room.  I gave him some potassium & magnesium supplements, & I had a bottle of glycerin-rich slick rubbing-lotion. After turning the lights off (leaving a lone nightlight on), I asked him to undo the towel-tie & lay on my bed (I'd already pulled the blankets down to the sheets).  Robbie was sooo incredibly handsome.  Man! I could feel my elevated pulse in my neck, hands - all over!

He was also totally easy to subdue once I began with a massage.  With his muscles so close to his skin -- it was like a living anatomy lesson (one that groaned in pleasure as I rubbed on him).  I eventually got relaxed myself beside him & cuddled up close as I continued to massage. Over the space of a few minutes - repositioned his arms so that I was laying on his right & had his left behind him -- that I held at the wrist with my left arm -beneath him.  At the same time, I wrapped my legs around his above his knees.  Gently, I turned up the force of the massage over his ribs just enough to make it tickle to the degree that he couldn't ignore it.  A smile parted his lips & he arched his back as a half laughed groan crept out of his mouth.  My massage became unpredictable -- feeling good on the areas that pressure felt great on & tickling on the places like ribs -- where a little too much pressure invoked subdued laughter - but not enough to make Robbie hurt or spaz out.

From his reactions, I could tell that despite whispered protestations on occasion -- that he was enjoying the massage more than dreading the tickles. Reaching down Robbie's right leg, I located his knee & gave a firm squeeze just above his kneecap.  With a yelp & a smile, he tried to move his leg away -- but I had him.  Lotioning up my free hand, I began give Robbie a "knee massage" with similar terms to the rib massage I'd given earlier.  Mixing pleasure with a small amount of playful tickling. 

With a grin on my face, I asked out loud, "What else down here needs some squeezing on?".

Robbie glanced at the grin of mischief on my face & tried too pull his knees up to help cover his cock'n balls.  He was way too fatigued from the gym & couldn't stay doubled up against my  attempt to expose him.  Moving my hand up to his left armpit & beginning to firmly tickle undid his composure - dropping his knees & letting me get my legs more firmly around his; -- higher on his thighs so that it would be harder for him to double up.  Robbie was laughing through his grin - being captive to the playfulness of my veiled threat to grope his balls. 

I grinned & gave him a look of agreement & understanding as I continued, "I understand completely, Bro. You're anxious about somebody handling your tools -without enough lubricating oil ... gotcha...", I continued as I awkwardly squeezed some lotion into the palm of my free hand.  Robbie spit a laugh as he realized that his balls were still in the sights of my humorous threats & weakly tried to double up.  It was no use. All he could do was chuckle through his grin as I slowly slid my hand down his stomach (with palm still closed around a spirt of lotion) -heading toward his center-groin.

Finally arriving at his dick - after a long 5 seconds or so, it took no time to determine the lay of the land & gently wrap my hand around  Robbie's not-completely-flaccid cock.  Through his struggles & deep (but generally quiet) laughter - Robbie managed to chuckle "faaaggggitt"..." as he felt my hand wrap around his dick.  It was awkward -- but incredibly humorous to him to be in such a compromised - yet unthreatened position. 

Chuckling softly at the irony of it & projecting an attitude of certainly as I spoke, I half laughed, "Fags give & take it up the tail-pipe; --but it takes a bro who loves, respects & totally accepts ya to give you a friendly jack-job.  I heard you Latino guys get wood in a strong breeze. Is that true?", - I continued laughing under my breath.  At the same time, I was firmly grasping his dick & slathering it up with the lotion.

Robbie's intense chuckling was deep from the belly & uncontrolled -while still generally just above a whisper in volume.   His entire body was squirming to 'get away' -except for his dick.  The feel of it growing was unmistakable as the length of my firm strokes needed to work the oil around it was becoming longer with every few seconds.  Soon it was a long, broad, rock hard leathery shaft in my stroking grip & Robbie's 'struggles' had diminished to an arched back & alternately flexing butt-cheeks -allowing me to roll him back away from me some -on his back with his eyes closed -generally enjoying getting jacked under the guise of having run out of energy to resist.

It wasn't even a 90 seconds from when I began stroking him to where he began to shoot.  The first shot of Robbie-jizz hit & stuck to the headboard.  The 2nd landed on his right pec & the 3rd hit his abs just above his navel.  What was left spunk'd out the end of his dick & collected like egg-white as he panted out the very end of his nutt in a series of slowly lengthening soft-groans.  The experience made me cream my shorts at the same time Robbie was emptying his cock within my grasp.  And somewhere in the process, Robbie & I added an unspoken dimension of depth to our friendship -- like Dave & I had together.  An unspoken trust that went beyond words; -- & made talking bullsh!t no longer necessary to be "respected" in the other's eyes.

Reaching behind me -between the mattress & box spring, I found a clean cloth -- one of the many Dave & I used to deal with the occasional nutt-storm that pelted the beds we shared.  With a broad grin I wiped down Robbie & the headboard. With a quick toss, the cloth entered the open laundry hamper across the room. Robbie was a bit shaken - quiet & introspective - not saying a word but thinking about lots.

Knowing what he was feeling all too well, I smiled & whispered, "You got questions; -- I got answers.".  At the same time, I slid an arm under his upper body & pulled him so that he rolled on his side up against me -with an arm & leg each across me to some degree.  I slowly massaged him - from neck to lower back & on the thigh & buttocks of the leg that was across me.  The feeling relaxed him some as he continued to think.

"You're OK with what we did?", he began, "Like it's not a 'fag-thing'?" - he asked in such a way that the answer would determine his sense of self identity for the rest of his life.

"Bro...", I began. "Guys, -- best friends especially, -- have been sharing this kind of thing since time began. I've got pictures that date back 40+ years of other guys just like us."; I took a deep breath, "But, the FA6S ... they're the guys who expect guys to act as if they were chicks. The most blatant examples of FA6S are the guys in prisons who 'bitch' other guys & give it to each other up the arse, - as if a guys arse was a chick's snatch. plus, it spreads almost every disease that has ever rot a guy's cock. Nasty sh!t. Well, those guys are so phuck'n disrespectful & disease-spreading that lots of cultures consider what they do to be criminal -- sometimes even citing the death penalty.  Oh, -but hey ... where are those guys in my example...oh yeah: PRISON."

Robbie's jaw dropped some as the mental-lights came on.  "Phuck!", he began, "That makes so much phuck'n sense!", he exclaimed in a whispered realization.

"Yeah dude, It's not like I was imagining you as a chick or something! I love & respect you as my bud -- not some piece of freaky-meat to simply get my rocks off on.  Sharing with another guy like we did makes friendship that much stronger, Bro. Anyone messes with you, - they're gonna have to deal with us both - cause I've got your back - for sure."

Robbie hugged me a little tighter. I could feel a tear hit my shoulder as it dripped from his eye & ran off his nose.  "I've thought that for so long there was something wrong with me -- for scoping certain guys."

"Bro, -most guys are dealing with the same exact thoughts & feelings.  All the phuck'n confusion is a result of sh!t-for-brains-people confusing guys like us - for a bunch of gay-guys who disrespect others by wanting to play "b1tch-arse-khunt" with their manhood.". I took another breath & continued: "An arse is not a vagina & no amount of wishful thinking will make it remotely do the same job.  People who give & take arse-phucks are the problem; -- & the reason why guys like us need to keep a safe distance from them -- phuck'n disease spreaders! And that's not all. You know that blond guy who works at the barber shop & smells like sh!t all the time?"

"Yeah - everyone says that about him. Dresses neat as can be, -but has weird female mannerisms & always smells like he's leaking farts continuously...Steven Michael McDonald - that's his name...sh!tty Steve.", Robbie recalled.  

"Steve's a homo - that's obvious; -But the reason he smells like sh!t all the time is because he tore his arse out while pretending it was his 'mangina' & he's constantly leaking sh!t. He even uses tampons & women's stuff to try to control  his "anal-fissure"  At least that's what the story line is from my aunt who's a nurse at the hospital.  Yet sh!tty-Steve would be the 1st one to defend guys arse-plowing each other. The term 'phuck'n-idiot' comes to mind..."

Robbie hugged me tighter as the now-obvious distinctions registered w. him.  "Bro - I'm so relieved - you don't even know...", he began.

"Actually, I do know - because I went thru the same thing.  I like chicks a little. I like guys lots. The fact I liked guys was freak'n torture mentally until I hooked up with my friend, Dave - & together we figured it out."  Robbie listened intently as I went on. "Dave reads about lots of stuff.  He began to study sex & guys & history, & then he stumbled onto the Greeks and then a website called g0ys.org (which goes into huge detail explaining all this stuff).  In Greece - about 3000 years, it was considered 'unnatural' if guys weren't hook'n up with each other.  But -- nobody was phuck'n anyone up the arse. That was illegal!  And that's when Dave got a flash of insight; --Completed the entire puzzle in a single flash."

"What'd he figure out?", Robbie pried.

"That people don't change.  Societies & cultures try to mold people, & often mess lots of people up in the process, but human nature is ultimately a constant.  That being the case, -guys everywhere in every place & in every time must generally feel the same way about other guys as the Greeks did 3000 years ago!   In that same period in ancient Greece, -the only "Fags" would have been the guys giving & taking it up the arse!  Damn dirty, unmasculine & shameful!  Think about it. Our own messed-up culture tries to accuse everyone of being a "fag" who feels warm on a buddy.  But the general consensus is that fags do the butt-nasty -an idea pushed by fags." & political conservatives

"Hell yeah!", Robbie interjected. "That kinda sh!t has always turned my stomach.  Now that you explain it as being criminal in lots of places, -- I understand why I was so confused! Loving on another dude has nothing to do with arseholes & sh!t!  People who connect guys lov'n other guys -with arse-sex, are full of sh!t!  Phuck! That makes so much sense! Hey, you know: Eskimo's have like 10 different words to describe snow ... plain old snow.  It seems like -maybe- there needs to be more words to describe sex than just those 3 that we hear in health class. You know to separate those who play in arseholes from those who don't - & so on; -- Like Eskimo's do snow"

"Sh!t seems to be the thing to avoid: Not playing in the same places as it is found, & not treating other people like it.'; -- Two good principles of life to live by I suspect...", I summarized.  Robbie snuggled closer & closed his eyes with a clear conscience as I slowly massaged him.  As I focused on his glutes, I added: "I think you have a powerful, killer-ass, -but I have no inclination to climb up inside it. Gross!"  Robbie chuckled through a series of pleasured groans as he drifted off to sleep.

When morning came around, I awoke to the sound of the shower thru the open bathroom door.  Because of the angle of my room to the bathroom - I could see Robbie taking another hot shower with his outline visible from behind the textured glass.  I considered the view & decided that there should be a puzzle or something that looked like it; --  Or, maybe I should take a picture & retile the shower stall wall with the image. Out the camera came - 'click' ... Robbie didn't notice the flash or sound as he rinsed the soap off  his head - having closed his eyes.  (Note to the curious: Several years after taking that photo - I did use it as a template to tile a shower wall with.  With the rippled-glass door closed -- it looks lots like Robbie did that morning - as if frozen in time.)

He dried himself off slowly & wrapped a towel around his waist before coming back into the room.  He groaned some as he sat on the edge of the bed - leaning his head forward to stretch his upper back.  I reached over & began to massage his shoulders.  He slouched forward some more as it began to melt him.  Knowing that he was in no mindset to protest, I slid one arm around his lower torso & the other arm - around his upper & with a subdued diabolical laugh - I pulled him toward me & under the covers where I pulled the towel off from him & began a body-wide gentle massage.  At first he laughed some & popped a huge, beautiful boner that flopped over onto my thigh - as he was on his side - cuddled up against me.  It just made the view that much better.  "Wow - now I know why the word 'ADDICTED' sounds like there's a 'dick' it in somewhere...", I grinned.

Robbie blew an explosion of laughed-air past his smile as the joke registered.  "Groan where it feels the best...", I instructed - as I began to slow stroke his erection.  And he did start groaning.  The leathery hard erection throbbed helplessly in my grasp as I nudged him towards shooting. It was thickly veined & his foreskin allowed me to jack him without needing the lotion to lube him. "Wow. Uncircumcision has it's benefits...", I admired outloud.  Each dick-twitch was accompanied by the view of the muscles at the base of his shaft stiffening until finally Robbie clenched his teeth & arched his back some as strong rhythmic contractions along his cock -visible especially at the base -propelled another volley of Robbie-spunk out of his manhood & onto his stiffened, heaving abs.  I slowly milked him dry until all the aftershocks had stopped & the flush of brain chemicals left him relaxed with a look of bliss on his face.  Wiping his belly clean with a paper towel, I kept massaging him.  

Barely awake -- but not able to quite get to sleep because of the constant motion over his body; --he sighed, groaned & moaned in pleasure as I worked him over from head to toes.  He was better proportioned than Dave was & his musculature was packed really tightly to his frame.  His hands & feet we slightly smaller than Dave's -- but they were amazingly hard & strongly muscled.  Massaging him was more work because his muscle tone was tighter than Dave's.  It was while massaging Robbie that it dawned on me how different guys can be from each other physically - & still be hott guys. The most awesome thing - was the connection we had. To be loved & accepted by another guy -totally - was like a shared strength that each was part of. And the shape of the feelings made me want to see my buddies get the best out of life for themselves. It set in place a mindset where I'd be willing to give of myself to help any of them with their needs.  It wasn't a "no-strings-attached" mindset at all. The "strings", although invisible were very real & ran from my heart to each of theirs. And understanding the normalcy of our friendship's depths against an ancient history that vindicated us of any accusations that small-minds in the present might hurl; --& that peace of mind & the strong conscience it bore is what made our heart strings unbreakable (& to this very day - I still love the buddies I've bonded so nakedly with - the most).       

I also realized at about the same time how different guys personalities can be -- yet all need the same things: Love, respect & dignity. And the bigger realization was where guys needed to get those things: From a guy who possessed them.  It explained why I was able to bed these guys so easily. I was respected and because of  the general respect I had among those who knew me (& by my physique -- even those who didn't) - I exuded an atmosphere of respect.  Having a good reputation with the ladies added to that air of respect.  I didn't let others walk on me & because of that -- I had dignity that everyone knew was going to be respected.  Overall, - it was the components of my personality that made me one of the "popular" guys.  It was a combination of character-traits that made me one of the "friends to have" in order to be part of the "in-crowd".  So, when guys were alone with me -- it was those factors that made them open to the suggestions I gave about personal interactions.  Gym, pool, sauna, hot-tub, wrestling, massage, bed-sharing, d1ck-dualing ("swordfight"), etc.  What I had stumbled on was the unspoken "magic social formula" for hooking up with guys on an intensely personal level that went way beyond the superficial ways that guys relate to each other openly.  Love, respect, & dignity; --& the delivery method that transferred them - was physical intimacy (preferably to orgasm - the pinnacle of unspoken acceptance on all levels).  And perhaps the most amazing thing was that I figured out all of this as "the facts of life" after that 1st night with Robbie.  The common denominator was what made it happen with each guy I groomed into the sack.  

Dave was so right with what he told me about the Greeks of 30 centuries ago.  Guys were into guys. Guys hadn't changed at all in 3000+ years, but society had set up a maze of giant lies that needed navigation if guys who wanted to hook up were to do it & keep their respect & dignity (no-thanks to the likes of gender bending, arse-plugg'n "GAY-club")!  Well, I knew the difference!  And I was going to "seize the day"!  It retrospect, we were all extremely fortunate to have figured it out when we did.

So, Monday nights became "Robbie night".  He needed "math help" & that was the excuse he used to stay over on Mondays.  He jumped (2) letter averages.  The math teacher suggested that I probably had a good alternative teaching technique.  Robbie heartily agreed. On many occasions - we leveraged my "alternative techniques" on & off - all night after we got back from the gym.  His joke (between us) was that class was going fine -- except every time a test was announced he'd sport wood, - and the week of final exams meant a case of blue-balls.  Oh, and he was dating some "nice cathylick girl" named "Tina" who role-modeled some "virgin" named "Mary".

Tuesday nights were eventually  for "Tommy".  Tom Sears was a guy in Biology class who was also on the rugby team.  He found out about Robbie's jump in math scores & asked if I could "help him with biology".  Tom was a year ahead of me & had been in this same bio class before (unsuccessfully).  He needed it for graduation - or might I say he needed to pass it - for graduation.  He was an inch (or 2) taller than me & about 15 lbs heavier (although you'd never have guessed about the physique he hid beneath his clothes).  Tom was ethnically a combination between Black, Spanish & Indian.  He was absolutely stunning to look at - a total bronze God of cuteness from the neck up & male-genetic perfection from the neck down.  He had some self-esteem issues because of the racist region he'd grown up in before moving into this area.  Tommy really didn't know what he looked like in other's eyes, - & as a result - he didn't often present himself in a light that leveraged it -even though he worked his arse off in the gym..  I knew because I had seen him in the locker room on several occasions - still dripping wet & clueless about the glances other guys were giving him (the Greeks were sooooo right on...)!

After meeting my parents after school on that 1st Tuesday, --Tom & I hung out talking about our various pasts & interests.  I turned out that biology wasn't his only problem subject.  He seemed like a fairly bright guy.  I began to wonder if there might be common denominator -- maybe something he carried over from his last school.  As we hit the biology book -- he seemed to understand the principles when I took time to explain what the book was trying to get across.  I asked Tom to read a paragraph out of the book to me & then explain what it meant.  It took me about 10 minutes to diagnose his problem: Tom was a victim of public mis-education. His school had been one of the "sight reading schools" -- where phonics was not taught & reading was expected to "happen on it's own".  I'm not making that up. He couldn't read phonetically.

After going over the chapter out loud with him & figuring out the real problem -- I let him know that I'd sign out a book from the library & over the next few weeks we'd fix ALL of his subjects at once.  By 11PM, I suggested that we shower & "hit the straw".  Coming out of the bathroom -- Tom asked me what "hitting the straw" actually meant (where the term had come from).  I explained that a long time before 'memory foam mattresses', beds were made by filling a cloth-covered supporting frame with straw -as a mattress.  "Oh.  Duh!", was his response as he fished a pair of boxers out of his backpack.  His mind was like a sponge that simply needed a gateway that was better equipped at filling it than that which "sight reading" had constructed.  Dropping his shorts, the guy was about 6-7 inches flaccid.  Keeping my demeanor calm & cocky, I commented: "Impressive - for sure, -- but it must come with an entire box of issues that you'd rather not deal with, - right?"

"Bro, - you don't want to know...", he answered.

"Actually...", I began, "I have a good friend who is built the same way.  He sleeps in the raw because morning wood is too uncomfortable with briefs bending things at odd angles.", I finished explaining -- not letting Tom know that it was HE that was my 'good friend' & that common sense cued me into the 'morning-wood' issue.

"He told you about that?", Tom asked.

"I'm just saying that as my guest & friend, -- that I want you to know that you being comfortable & feeling at home is important to me.  I wouldn't be much of a friend if I expected you to tie your d!ck in a bow - just for appearances sake."

Tom started laughing under his breath -imagining his dick tied in a bow-shape.  He held up his briefs & pointed to the 'fly' as he explained, "Got to make sure to get the briefs with the escape hatch...", he chuckled as he proceeded to put them on.  The dark colored towel'd combo-briefs hugged his contours closely & stretched to accommodate his muscular thighs passing through the openings as well as bulging in other places to make way for anatomy.  As he laid down beside me to gaze at the TV across the room he asked, "So you really think we can pull my grades up in everything?"

"Yeah...", I began as I took the opening to make physical contact & be friendly, "It appears that you're not nearly as dumb as you look.", I smiled as I slid my left hand around the back of his neck & firmly pulled his head towards me as I rolled on my side so that I could move my right hand to the top of his fuzzy head & gently scratch all over his scalp - bringing my left hand up onto his head once he was on his side facing me.  The large beautiful grin on his face relaxed into pleasure as I tendered his head with both hands over 15 seconds or so.  It was probably at the 20-second mark that I noticed that his gaze was fixed through partly closed eyes & his arms & legs twitched  - like someone who's on the very verge of going to sleep or is already passed out with the reflexes of being touched causing their body to spasm some.  I stopped rubbing on him & asked - still smiling, "You still with me or did I knock your pool-boy butt out.".  I took the pause as an opportunity to slide my hand down along his bare back.  It was covered with goose-pimples - all extremely hard & causing his skin to take on a modeled texture beneath the thousands of fine little hairs -each held up by a single muscular little goose-pimple-nub. 

His gaze was like that of an unconscious person - like a boxing knock-out where the person doesn't want to be unconscious -- but simply is & could come fully awake any moment.  His breathing was deep, but his body still twitched like you'd expect from somebody stunned.  The bulge in his shorts had grown substantially & was causing the material to pocket hard above his semi. 

In the light from the TV screen reflected across his eyes, I watched & suddenly Tom's gaze changed as he came back from wherever he'd been.  "You Ok Bro?", I asked.

"Kryptonite...", he softly spoke.

"Explain...", I smiled.

"My mom was a volunteer for some college drug interaction study.  She got pregnant with me during the study & they didn't know for a few months.  I was born OK & everything -- but when I get hit with a lot of simultaneous nerve impulses -- like somebody rubbing all those thousands of hairs on my head - like you did, -- it causes a strange form of seizure.", Tommy explained.

"Man -- I didn't mean to hurt you...", I apologized.

"No - no, It's kewl...", Tom explained. "I'm not passed out -- it's like I forget how to move - anything; -- & the only thing that matters is being touched -- it feels so good - it's beyond drugs.  It's pretty hard to make it happen by myself, - but once I'm in that place -- it's hard to come back while I'm being touched.  The last time it happened to me was when I was 11 & the new barber was giving me a haircut.  They used this soft-brush to style me after the cut & to la-la land I went.  They knew there was a problem when I pissed myself there in the chair."

" No kidding?", I asked with a friendly smile in my voice.

"Yeah.  I'd needed to take a piss -- no big deal -- wasn't like my teeth were floating or anything ... but when the seizure took me -- I lost control of everything that needed the least bit of controlling.  It was a weird thing -- feeling it all happening & not being able to stop it -- or even caring because everything from the brush on my scalp to taking a piss feels so good.  If' that's not like 'kryptonite' - then what is!"

"Let me get this right...", I started: "You can feel everything -- but you can't remember how to move anything ... arms, legs, etc?"

"Yeah - That's kryptonite.", he affirmed.

With a grin, I said: "Tommy, - I am so gonna own you, Bro...".  He was smiling - not knowing what plans I was making in the back of my mind.  Wrapping my legs around his & putting my right arm across his chest -- I reached up with my left hand to his short curly hair that covered his handsome brown head & I began to gently scratch my fingers thru his hair - tickling & scratching his scalp in a head massage that put a smile across his face as he realized what I was up to.  He immediately began to laugh at the humorous aspect of being completely subdued with a scalp massage as he began to try to squirm free from my firm body-wide embrace.   As 5 seconds of captive, friendly massage turned into 10, & then 15 -- Tom's squirming began to get punctuated with weak twitches that robbed his movements of control, direction & the intent of mental alertness.  As I passed the 20 second mark, Tom's eyes were beginning to roll back into his head as his movements became much weaker & less controlled.  At 30 seconds or so, his strength was gone & his captive arms & legs sporadically twitched slightly.  His mouth was open a crack & his eyes gaze was upwardly fixated -- like a swimmer overcome -who wanted to remain conscious - but simply couldn't recover as the depths reasserted its claim on his subdued body.

As I continued to gently scratch his scalp -knowing Tom could feel everything from wherever his mind & motor control had gone I whispered, "Time to tuck you in buddy & make ya feel so good that you won't want to come back from where you're at.".  Keeping a hand forever massaging him, - I lifted his arms up over his head  & locked them in place with a pillow between them & the headboard.  Lifting the small of his back, I stuffed another pillow underneath him -causing his back to arch over them & exposing his deeply heaving 8-pack.  His powerful chest & tummy exposed like that caused me to shift my attention to lightly stroking my fingers over his abs - causing them to tremble reflexively & his breathing to become very deep -& much faster as I watched his toes lightly wiggle back & forth slowly (as if responding to slow torturous sensations).  Circling his nipples & gently stroking under his armpits while lightly tickling his heaving belly caused his back to arch ever-so-slightly & his limbs to twitch helplessly & the blank stare on his face turned into a half smile as tears began to slowly leech from the corner of each partially closed eye.  He was sweating all over & it was obvious that I must be tickling the living daylights out of his paralyzed form. Keeping a hand on his heaving abs while continuing to stroke them, -- I reached down to the soles of his strong, perfect feet & began to lightly scratch.  His breathing got frantically deeper & was punctuated with pauses & little gasps -as something - a feeling perhaps - cut his wind off from time to time.  His breathing was most tortured when I wiggled my fingertips in the crevices just below his toes causing him to softly moan a breathy distress -just barely audible as his heart slammed a zillion miles an hour.  His dick was also growing & tenting his shorts quite seriously.  I slid my hand up his legs feeling the fuzz of his leg fur over the big muscles as I moved.  Grasping his shorts from the flyhole -- I quickly worked them into place &  his horse-cock now sprung through the opening  -pointing itself in the direction of his sternum -- about 2 inches beyond his navel!  The guy was a sex pistol stud with the trigger now cocked.  I gently grabbed his huge hard dick & stroked along the entire 10 inches or so if it.  His toes curled & then spasmed -- & then curled back hard again as muscular wave after wave moved along his seduced man-cock & caused Tommy to powerfully ejaculate a slurry of thick, white cream all over his heaving belly & chest.  My hand was coated with his spunk & I noticed that each time I slid it forward along the length of his dick - that I'd feel the muscles within it tighten & I'd get to milt a little more out of him.  However -- there was a point where Tom was out of ammo -- but still having endless "dry-heaves" at his dick. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.   I wet my hand in the pool of his spunk & kept slow-strok'n him -& keeping his captive cock endlessly stiffening in my slickery grasp as it periodically convulsed hard to ejaculate -even though Tom's balls were tapped out.  His endless orgasms were so intensely focused that he'd have shots his nuts out if it had been possible.  The minutes ticked by as Tom's deep red,  hypersexed cock continued to stiffen -to reflexively spasm as his spinal cord commanded it  to pump phantom semen, -- long stiffened throbs that tightened all those muscles from tip to prostate - commanding his back to arch as his arse stiffened weakly -causing his beautiful toes to alternately straighten & curl in slow waves of pleasure's tortured expressions.  My dick exploded just realizing what was happening to him --a guy locked in perpetual orgasm.  His whole body was glistening with sweat drops that quickly formed & then ran across his skin drawn by gravity in little dehydrating trickles as his uncontrolled muscles quivered in pairs, - robbed him of any effective movement - while exhausting him anyway.  His face had bliss shaped on it with just a hint of raptured manly strain on his sweaty brow.  His open maw had just a hint of pleasure along the corners as he exchanged deep, punctuated, marathon-runner breaths. 
Slick with sweat, coated with cumm & helpless to resist whatever tickles, torments or attentions I chose to send his way: Tommy was the ultimate "man prize" & I knew it.  Taking my time to carefully get the shorts off him -- finally achieving my goal of "the bedded naked-man" -while slowly repositioning him so that he was face to face-on-top of me; --This would let me access the fullness of his nakedness unencumbered, -- & keep his dick seduced with calculated C2C movements that stiffened his arse & curled his toes for the remainder of the night as he endlessly had his nutt.  Those minutes ticked into over an hour, & I really enjoyed the sensations of using my dick to continuously nudge Tommy past the edge repeatedly - with me shooting several more times over the same time space!  We were now both soaked in his sweat, - & stroking my hands along his skin was like massaging a guy who was in a sauna.  The sheets were totally drenched as nearly continuous dripping ran from his pits & pubes over me & into the bed-clothes. I continued to slowly stroke, nibble, lick & gently kiss his salty-wet stud-body.  His skin was so soft -& yet it took almost no motion to send waves of goose-pimples over him.  As I teased him on, --his exhausted dick still was captive to slow, deep, endless orgasm-spasms that now caused him to shake & quiver in fatigue as the muscles along his sex response responded in a oxygen-starved state.  Tommy was gonna be sore in all the "good" places for sure! I eventually fell asleep & sometime after, he must have found reprieve from pleasure's torment & drifted off himself.

He didn't come to until about 10 AM the next morning.  The experience had hit him with all the effects of a strange hangover.  It took him a week to recover from the soreness that ran the length of his dick. Of course - recovery would have been quicker if I hadn't taken so many occasions to help "massage the stiffness out" of it.  Tom became my "Tom Toy" & he really loved it (& I really loved him).  As he described the friendship: "Having a bro who loves me enough to make sure that even my nuts feel deeply appreciated."
Of all my friends, -he was probably the one I had the most "fun" with & probably cared the most about (which explains why he's been the constant buddy in my life).  I was kinda protective of him more than the others -- because he was vulnerable in a very sensitive way. 
I eventually introduced him to a chick named "Kendra" his Sr. Year.  She had a brain & was very empathetic, kind & thoughtful.  They made such a "good pair" that they're still together w. 6 kids (all their own) today! 
I still manage to regularly get Tommy for a "weekend workout" or camping excursion.   It's almost always funny -- like he doesn't know where it's going even while it's going there!  And once that handsome expression has that fixed glaze come over it while we're wrestling ... Tommy's gonna go for a long, involuntary trip to paradise -- balls first.  Luv'n your buds rocks!

As a guy, I'll admit that I was an opportunist sexually. Why not be - considering the context of friendship I always built every relationship on & deeper into? Since it's all about making a friendships tighter; -- I've never had any 1-night stands. Sex was just a way to bond closer to another guy & most guys were more that willing to have some d!ck-play --especially after understanding the distinctions that set our group apart from the "gays". Masculine, cocky, N0T politically correct & just a little bit biASSed against guys with an "arsehole sex" attitude. And, yeah: guys who tend to party hard are usually easier to sway into the sack while they're in party-hard-mode.  In my opinion, -it's a condition that lets a guy do what he wants to do stone-sober, -but doesn't have the balls to do.  Better that it's with me --than some guy simply looking for a notch on the bedpost -or worse!

Over time, the list of buddies-with-benefits grew. Over X-mas vacation, my mom had "distant" relatives drop into town for the holiday.  It was then I met my "distant cousin", Levi - 18 All American, eh - Canadian - 'Jockasaurus'.  I called him a "Jockasaurus" because of the terrible strain he put on my jock as it tried to restrain something that Levi's very presence caused to want out. Everything about him from his handsome profile to masculine mannerisms was adorable.  I could tell that he liked me -- but I think he was too polite as to try anything --considering what the repercussions might be if things went wrong.

Well, as divine providence would have it -- Levi went out with family & friends right in the middle of my vacation week on one of my "empty days" -- in which my bed was empty of any friends of mine.  I was out doing last minute shopping at an all night mall & came home at about 3AM.

Levi had decided to pass out (quite literally) on my bed - shirtless, sockless & with pants unbuckled -- freeball'n!  I saw opportunity knocking - hard (pun). Quietly closing my bedroom door, I shook him gently to see how deeply he was out.  No response - so I shook him a little bit more.  Nothing.  He was 0UT 0UT! Hmmm. Canadians set 18 as legal drinking age. Guess Levi forgot where he was.  Since he'd already started the job - I slid his pants off him revealing powerful, muscled legs & a muscular arse that was totally beautiful on him.  His Canadian balls hung large & low with his cut cock laying off to the side at about 4 inches flaccid.  I unsnapped his silver neck chain & let it slide off to the floor.  I killed the room light, locked the door & undressed to the raw.  Pulling back the sheets as best as I could with Levi draped across the lower corner of the bed. In the dim light of my phone charger - I slid an arm under Levi's upper body & one under his knees; --Lifting him & moving him to the space I'd uncovered.   

All that male nakedness beside me had me instantly hard.  The challenge was to get him that way & then let it do the convincing.  A small bottle of water based lube near the inside footer of my headboard  was easily located & spurting a gob on my palm was the 1st step. The next was using it to gently slicken up Levi's flaccid cock & then stroke it to attention.  Wrapping my hand around his now slick, soft cock -- I gave him a firm continuous squeeze that I held for at least 1 minute. I relaxed my grip & left the circulation return to it for a few seconds & then gave him another firm squeeze. Again, I held it for at least 1 minute.  Again, I relaxed for about 15 seconds. This time, the blood that flow in was more than what flowed out - increasing his length & girth slightly. Again - another long, firm squeeze -- at least 1 minute; -- followed by relaxing - as before. And as before, his dick inflated even more. By the 5th long hard squeeze, he was at least 8" long & about a solid inch in diameter. His breathing had gotten deeper & the base of his balls was beginning to occasionally twitch - accompanied with deeply exhaled sighs.

I rolled him over on top of me pecs2pecs, balls to balls -& wrapped my legs around the backs of his -pulling him  close, but allowing the angle I held him with my arms around his torso to lift his groin slightly -leaving room to slowly & firmly slide my dick along his with a good level of control.  Being face down on top of a warm body with his dick being slicked up & strong-armed by another - didn't take long for Levi to get beyond rock-hard & drooling precum as he began to softly groan & very grogilly slow-thrust his hips from his stuporing drunk.  Eventually, the intensity of the pending orgasm caused his to come to just enough to wrap his arms around me & pull our loins together harder as he emptied his nutt across the better part of a minute -until all that remained was an occasional arse stiffening twitch in the base of his cock.  Because of my age & resilience from practice: I was loaded & ready to go about a half hour later. Levi was in no condition to resist as I enjoyed him several more times that night. When he got up the next day, he was pretty sure his dick had been given the best yank hospitality this side of the border.  Needless to say: We had some lengthy guy-talk sessions about cultural differences & similarities between here & there.  He was absolutely beautiful -from skin to spine, -thru 'n thru.  Like me & my best buds -- Levi believed that sexual release between buddies cemented the friendship & was probably the actual analog for masculine affection - that brief-hugs & pecked-kisses are for women. I laughed as he suggested the parallel; -Because so many people recognize the openness in female friendships but don't realize that in reality - the testosterone-driven nature of men makes our "bonding sessions" substantially more intense! Society doesn't recognize it because men generally don't cuddle each other to climax in public & the fear of being labeled an arse-phucker keeps this intense form of male bonding unspoken & behind closed doors. "I don't mind the closet...", Levi stated: "It gives me my privacy, - & having total control of the door lets me keep the disrespectful-fems out!".

The rest of his visit was awesome. We spent lots of time out & aboot town - meeting people & spending gift certificates, eh. Night was the time I looked forward to the most, though. Loving on his beautiful body was like pleasuring his soul directly. Levi seemed less in control of his reactions to touches, kisses & caresses in various places along his perfect skin.  He was art in slow motion when making love. More vocal than the other guys I'd been with -- Levi sighed, groaned & gasped much more in response to the tender affections I loved onto him.  Ejaculating felt so good to him that the experience made him tear-up -at least while he was sober. The 1st time it happened, I thought I might have hurt him until he explained that it all just felt so good it was beyond words.  It wasn't that he was weak, or a pansy. He was a guy who was simply more affected by his emotional responses. It made me wonder more about what Tommy might be feeling on the inside that his condition didn't allow him to express on the outside. Guys have differences and being accepted as they are is a major emotional need. So you can imagine the emotional reinforcement that a guy gets from a buddy he respects as he expresses his naked responses to the most intense sets of feelings guys have; -& he's told by actions & words that he's an awesome, lovable guy.  Women, generally cannot give a man the same feedback or sense of self-esteem because a woman cannot speak from the perspective of another man.  I believe that any section of society that rejects the "Greek model" produces men who are uncertain as to the validity of their own masculinity.  There is a fundamental understanding that an opinion of a peer trumps any other opinions that may be given with disingenuous motives.  An artist cannot depend on the neutrality of his parents opinions - for the very reason that they applauded his finger painting when he was only 5.  No bias there, eh?  As a man, he needs a peer to say, "Awesome!".  The society that accepts the general, ambisexual nature of men is a society where young men can draw self esteem from the maturing affections of their peers.  Such a society provides honest esteem building (a penis does not lie as to it's likes) & a means to deal with sexual pressure in an honest, safe way while strengthening male/male bonds while not threatening future male/female relationships by trying to template a "gay/straight" label on men.  Everyone is "Bi". Try to prove that you're not!  Destructive behavior (actions that spread disease) should not be tolerated. It is for this very reason that AnalSex was illegal in Greece. Making it so draws a hard line against using a man as a proxy for a woman & simultaneously banned the single most dangerous act that spread diseases explosively into any society that tolerated it.   

At 16 years old, I understood these things. I'd had lots of time to think about it laying in bed with the buddies I deeply loved so much.  It IS a GUY thing ... NOT a gAy thing.  Men are beautiful & strong; --& intense friendships highly desirable. Men know this. Men desire this. But the assertion that loving another guy makes a man "gAy" has blinded society to he fact that men are generally "Bi" to begin with!   Consider: Brokeback Mountain.  The parts of Brokeback that made men the most uncomfortable weren't the buttsex scenes (although those caused the most disgust). The parts that made men the most uncomfortable were the tenderness, together & pillow talk scenes between the main characters. Why? Because LOTS of guys have been right there - with other guys - in their own pasts; -- & society spreads the lie that such behavior is "gAy" -- linking it (via "guilt by association") to the buttsex scenes (which caused disgust & are generally viewed as an assault on masculinity). Hence, --pillow talk scenes are disquieting because most guys find buttsex absolutely emasculating & disrespectful. 

Some people like carrots. Some people like potatoes. I like them both. However, most people would not want to eat the dirt they're grown in.  That could be deadly. AnalPlay is like eating the dirt.  And unfortunately, we live in a society that is so lacking in wisdom that it generally can't/won't separate the clean from the unclean! AnalSex doesn't belong with M2M any more than it belongs with M2W: NEVER!
I knew all this. GAYS, it seemed, - didn't (& still don't). There really needed to be a new term to distinguish "us" from "them'.  Now there is.

Whatever it was about me - it had serious man-pulling power. By my Jr. year, I was harassed by "FA6S" all the time when I was out walking & living my life. Even when I'd drive - I'd be 'followed' from time to time. It was kind of creepy because I was so sexually-reserved in public. It just felt "wrong" that other guys would be so brazenly forward with me -a complete stranger (one that occasionally got verbally offensive & loudly flung anti-butt-phuck'r epithets). It was my loud demeanor & opinion that "any guy who willingly went down the 'Hershey-highway' ceased to be a real guy" that kept anyone from connecting the many dots that punctuated my friendships.  Other that the fact I used the term "willingly" & distinguished the willing from the unwilling; --My belief system mirrored thousands of years of malecentric philosophy.  I understood the philosophy of why winning armies often arse-raped their defeated foes -- to demoralize their masculinity (even though I found the act personally intolerable). The ArsePhukk is the ultimate physical insult. Analsex IS incompatible with masculinity (humanity) & I believe it today as strongly as I believed it back then.  So did/do my buddies --which is one reason why we didn't relate to "gay" -despite regularly enjoying intensely personal masculine comforts with each other.

My Sr. year, things got a little bit more complex after I bedded the new PE teacher who was also the football coach.  He was 25 & a total package. I caught him giving me occasional glances in the mirror  I kept hanging in my locker (for the express purpose of catching guys scoping me).  He didn't stare or anything. It was always a casual glance that didn't linger. I used the technique myself to check other guys out: A fleeting look cloaked in disinterest or "ho-humness".  After about 3 weeks, I knew he was scoping me.  I knew 1 thing. He was a guy with a hungry dick - just like any other guy. 

So, I set events in motion to spend more time talking with him - picking his brain for "pointers".  At first - I could tell he was tense when I'd ask about 'things'. Over time, we developed a friendship much more informal than the teacher/student dynamic.  He was still single - so during mid semester break, I invited him over to 'hang out' while my parents were visiting relatives. Pizza, movies & I showed him the bar that my parents gave me access to (not that I drank much at all - an occasional beer).  Turns out that "coach" knew bartending & over the space of 2 movies mixed himself several drinks.  He was buzzing pretty hard near midnight & his complexion had taken on a deep boozey-red color. I took the occasion to ask him if he was feeling OK -due to looking "sun burnt" & began to rub his shoulders & upper back.  It took less than 15 seconds & he dropped his head forward to enjoy the feeling of the massage that was loosening him.  I had him. Continuing the massage, I worked his tee shirt up off him & removed mine - saying how warm it was inside today.  The guy's body was amazing & the way his light covering of dark body hair was groomed was extremely masculine.  I increased the overall force of the massage as I pulled him fully onto the couch -towards me - noticing the clear outline of his erection along the waistline of his Khakis . I clicked off the main lamp - leaving the room dimly lit from the TV screen's emissions - as I continued to massage the lucidity out of him.  If I could get his socks off - I figured that I had him for the night - so I targeted his legs for massage-attention & worked each sock off each foot in a series of stages.  Shirtless & sockless: he was my future bed-fodder.  I'd also realized that he was free-ball'n in his Khakis with a raging hard-on that was beginning to leak jizz - from the growing dark spot at the crotch.

Turning off the TV left the room lit with the pale glow of the Media-Box's clock.  Sliding an arm under his knees & one under his upper back, -he laughed some as I picked him up & cradled him down the hallway & down the basement stairs to my bedroom.  Laying him down on my exposed sheets, it took less than 5 seconds to find the buttons that held his Khakis on to undo them -letting his horse-cock swing free .  

I slid in beside him & while laying nearly on top of his right arm, I slid my left  under the small of his back pulling him toward me some & resting my head sideways on his belly -looking toward his, -eh - feet.  This maneuver was causing him to laugh softly, but slightly apprehensively at the brazenness of my movements.  At the same time, I was reaching for a bottle of glycerin based lotion with my left hand & like I'd done it a hundred times before - single-handedly squeezing a dallop into the palm from behind my back.  Rubbing it around within my hand for better coverage, I reached across to coach's raging mantool & begin to firmly stroke him.  The sensation caught him off guard  as he let out a groan louder than sobriety would have allowed & arched his back as he stiffened his arse pulling his legs up so very slightly.  Having pumped him up, I pulled my right arm in toward me some locking in place his amorously stunned body.  Sliding down some -&  holding him firmly beneath the small of his back & around the tops of his legs, -- I slid my mouth over his sex-pole & began to tongue-wrestle with his frenulum causing waves of intense pleasure to ripple up it's length into his groaning sweaty drunk body.  His mancock was bigger & better formed than any other guy I'd been with & his muscular belly was coated with a perfect dusting of man fur that glistened with sweat as he panted out pleasured groans of surrender -having his hands up over his head -relaxing on the pillow & exposing his fuzzy armpits & powerful chest muscles.  His upper haunches quivered some -and his fatigued arse muscles stiffened involuntarily as his balls filled his prostate with their compliment.  I applied downward pressure on his shaft & strong negative pressure as I slowly engulfed & disgorged his trouser-togue over the next few minutes.  During the same time frame, I also managed to get his Khakis off -leaving him in his stunningly masculine & amorous male birthday suit.   Finally, his groans turned into frantic whimpers as his dick's hardness peaked, his arse tightened & his belly began to quiver.  His back arched & muscular legs stiffened as his big, wide feet tensed -curling his furry, sexy man toes downward & causing his little toes to spread outward from the others just a little bit -as he gasped a deep intense groan.  At the same moment, - his tongue-pleasured-penis convulsed in my hungry maw -letting loose a large charge of sweet, salty man-seed that the negative pressure in my mouth caused to spew in a small eruption of bliss.  Less than a second later, the next wave of man-sauce was liberated from his groaning loins into my welcoming maw as his song shifted to deeper groans of satisfaction followed by another quick gasp & a slight straightening of his legs accompanied by a relaxation of his calf muscles that caused his feet to pull back & his broad, powerful, fuzzy toes to frantically curl upward.  His belly stiffened at the same time he let loose a groan that spoke of satisfaction & relief as his penis surrendered another shot of spunk to the tongue that wouldn't relent on torturing the pleasure out of it.  I felt both of his hands come to rest gently on my neck & head as the next few spasms radiated down his man-cock causing his groaning to turn much more toward satisfaction & appreciation.  His calves tightened again & curled his toes, -- but not as intensely as before -while another few spasms rippled along his monster-penis & caused his hands to tremor some as his fingers spread -cupping my neck & head, - jostling my hair slightly.  At the same time, my dick pissed it's jizz as the sheer erotic cues overcame my ability to hold back any longer.  In my mind, his impressive mancock was like a living, throbbing straw -tapping a pure source of raw male sex appeal (& I was gonna drink deeply from this gusher of testosterone)!    Over the next minute or so, he just groaned in release & relaxation as I tongue-teased the last few spasms out of his emptied dick.   His hands gently kneaded my head in exhausted appreciation as the afterglow came over him.  Soon, his large beautiful studding-tool began to deflate as his testicles relaxed into descending.  His breathing was deep & satisfied as his pulse began to slow it's tempo. 

Whereas his dick was clean of all evidence, --I had spunked a mess on my "side" of the bed; --So I took the need to reposition myself & turned it into an opportunity to scoot across him onto the other side of the bed & then roll him toward me so that he had an arm & leg across -as I held him under his right side.  I made sure to  turn him toward me & away from the mess I'd made on the other third of the bed.  I relaxed my hug slightly back into a massage that caused him to sigh & groan in satiating pleasure.  

Several times he swallowed loudly - like guys do before they talk -- but the massage drained the words away from his inebriated tongue before he could speak.  I knew what he might be thinking - so I simply pressed my cheek to his & with a soft kiss of reassurance I said, "What goes on in my bed stays in my bed; -- I'd never let this get out ... It's OK."

After I said that, his body relaxed completely & his breathing began to deepen as he drifted off to sleep with his anxiety's addressed.   Which brings me to a word of commentary.  If you're a guy & you're doing your "teacher", -- don't be a dick-wad & boast about it!  WTF! What telling accomplishes is quite possibly wrecking your teacher's life (maybe yours too) & then makes you look like a spineless pussy who can't take the responsibilities of being a man while enjoying the benefits of having a functioning cock (especially if you're the one who put the moves on 'teach')!  Obviously I'm not talking about unwanted advances by someone you have no interest in; -- But your cumm explosively liberated from your cock is generally a sign that you had a good time & you should NEVER let anyone label you a 'victim' when the decision to take the naked roll with 'teach' was yours as much as theirs! There has been a trend - especially in certain western nations to legislate men into diapers until they're 18.  Man the phuck up!

Because "the looks" run in my family, I had a 2nd cousin (Sean) who was about 3 years younger than me; -But even at 14 - the guy was shaving, -had amazing musculature & was a walking woman's wet-dream (if women have such things).  Well, in Jr. high - some teacher "touched him". The fiasco that followed was a nightmare. He became a "victim". If the social workers could have -- they would have castrated him through his ears (obvious from what he was continuously told by them).  While still a mental-mess: He ended up staying with Levi & me over break.  We were both warm on him & while the 3 of us got wrestling -- he got a raging hard-on - clearly visible - that I commented about in some wise-arse, but non threatening way. Well, Sean turned red & began to apologize & told us that he'd been "touched"  previously by a perve-teacher & it was the reason he was all messed up in the d!ck-department.  Levi just shook his head is disbelief as I wrapped both arms around him - pulling him into a warm, firm hug. 

"Bro...", I started in my friendliest, gentle voice. "You've got to realize the real reason that 'teach' fondled your nads...". I had 100% of Sean's attention with those words as Levi moved in closely & put an arm around him.

"It's not because there's anything' wrong with you'. It's because of what's 'right' with you.", I continued - putting emphasis on the word 'right'.

I continued: "Some guys -- especially guys in our family - are major studs from early on." Sean smiled hearing me talk about 'us' using the term 'stud'.  "Seriously, dude...", I went on. "Bro, we have so much sex appeal that it phucks with people who'd normally be able to contain themselves.". Glancing at Levi I asked him, "True -- ever seen people get tongue tied & dry mouth'd around you?"

"All the time...", Levi answered. "Seen people do some pretty strange sh!t while scoping me...like a chick who drove her car off the road into a phone poll because she was checking me out in her rearview mirror; --or the freak who thought it would be a good idea to stop his car & take a p!ss on the roadside where I happened to be walking...phuck'd up sh!t..."

"You'll have to tell me about that one...", I said -not familiar with the 'voyeur p!sser' story yet, myself. "Sean, the point is that we phuck with people - not intentionally, but simply by being around them; -Both men & women.  They can't help themselves - poor bastards..."

"Really?", Sean asked in an astonished tone. "Both?"

"Yeah dude -- most guys do scope other guys, & about 1 in 3 would gladly jump your bones if it wasn't for fear of being called an 'arse-phuckker'.", Levi added. "Not that most guys want anything to do with that sh!t..." 

"Bro, sex-appeal is a powerful force & we have it in spades.  'Teach' probably had a moment of weakness & there you were - right there look'n freak'n irresistible.", I explained. "And the word 'irresistible' means what is implied. Look at it this way: When someone risks their livelihood  because they can't resist the temptation to touch your beauty -- it means that they're ultra weak or that you're ultra 'irresistible', too." 

"It's probably some of the former & lots of the latter", Levi added - hugging Sean a little tighter as he commented.  "Hasn't anyone told you that you're a major studmuff'n?", Levi went on.

Sean shook his head, "No...", with a slight look of astonishment on his face. "Well, I've been told that I'm 'nice looking'.", Sean went on.

"Bro ... on a scale of 1 to 10, -- you're an 11...", I informed him.   "How many 14 year olds have full beard growth to contend with daily?", I observed out loud. "Somebody saying that you're 'Nice looking' -is a little like somebody saying that the people in the graveyard are just 'ill'."

"We mature early -- really early...", Levi added.  "I started jack'n at 11 & by 13 I was hook'n up for sex about once a week.", Levi went on. "We mature waaaaay early."

"About the same here...", I added.

Sean was astonished. "You were hooking up with chicks at 13!", he pried.

Levi & I glanced at each other with a smile. "Not with ... chicks...", I slowly drawled out.

"We like guys too...", Levi candidly explained. "The right kind of guys ... Masculine guys - that nobody would think for a second were hook'n up with other guys for some naked needs-fulfillment."  He grinned a beautiful mischievous grin & went on, "At LEAST one in three, Bro..."

Sean's open maw & facial expressions told of all sorts of connections being made from the neck up.

"So, the fact I ... eh, I like guys - has nothing to do with what my teacher did to me?", - he asked.

"Doubt it.", Levi answered. "No teacher ever touched me & I like guys anyway.  Turns out that lots of 'em like me right back."

"Diddo...", I added.  "But you have fondled 13 year olds...right Levi?", I chided.

"Yeah -- but I was 13 at the time too, - & he was irresistible...", Levi smiled. "I'm sure he wanted to fondle me back -- but he was too busy  -wildly ejaculating -to have coordinated the maneuver..."

"You poor helpless, perv ... just a slave to your hormones...", I jabbed back at him...

Sean interrupted, "So you're both  ... 'gay'?"

Levi cringed. I flinched. "We don't really like that term", I began to explain.

"Yeah - basically because I'm not attracted to anyone who defines himself by it...", Levi added.  "No desire here to wear my aunt's clothes or give & take it up the arse."

"Amen!", I added in agreement.

"And we know that not all gay-guys are like that ... but we have a little more wisdom than to wear that stigmatized label -even if they choose to...", I clarified. "And most guys feel the same way - which is why 'nobody is ghey' & most guys would rather die than be positively connected to a group that is considered freakingly unmasculine.  Fact is: Most guys like a select group of guys.  It's a majority-thing, --not a minority issue.  Most guys deal with these feelings.  We happen to ooze sex appeal ,-so we notice the effect -big time.".  I grinned mischievously back at Levi who was looking quite proud of his genetics at the moment.

Sean was getting red-faced again & beginning to tear up. "So, I'm normal...totally ok...", he softly spoke while fighting back the tears.

"Normal for a teenage, beefcake, male-model pin-up sex-god...", Levi humorously comforted.  "Our yoke is a difficult one to bear...", he went on - causing an wave of relieved laughter to erupt through Sean's tears. "Seriously dude...Guys like us get touched, felt up & groped all the time.  It happens very discretely most of the time - & you might not even notice it  -until you watch the same people who like to put a hand on your shoulder or back - as they talk to guys that aren't so studly -& don't make contact."

"I noticed the same thing...", I began, "Some people seemed to be touching me more than others.  But,  it often turns out that the people who want to jump your bones the worst -- often don't make any physical contact at all - because they know that once that door gets opened..."

Levi smiled, "Yeah ... those are the guys who go out of the way not to scope your nads when you're in the locker room talking to them in the buff. "

"Yeah - I was like that ... still kind of am I guess.", I interjected. "Not paranoid - but just don't want guys to feel uncomfortable. It's a respect thing."

"Wait ... you try not to scope guys in the locker room, too!  I thought I was the only guy who felt that the comfort of my buddies depended on them not being stared down ... & I was right!", Sean whispered in an excited tone. 

"Yeah - but the key to being friendly without coming across as a phag is to discretely compliment a guy who's well developed by making a glance longer than usual at his assets while whispering something like 'Impressive' ... & add a wink or something.  This has to be done with a tone of self-confidence, humor, respect & friendliness --all rolled together.    Most guys appreciate the validation -- but some - usually the ones hiding buddy-lov'n feelings themselves - might fire back some sort of comment about 'gheydom'.

"I just usually let it roll off me with a friendly smile & retort like, 'You sooo wish, bro'...", Levi added. "Always breaks a smile out of anyone listening." I nodded.

"The big-deal isn't about harmless physical contact or appreciative comments. Guys are actually concerned about being threatened in their masculinity. That's kinda what happened to you -- but the fact is that you don't really know what the other guy's intentions usually are.  The real insult in your case was that the contact was so one-sided. That's disrespectful." I took a breath. "If a guy knows that you respect him - really feels that way about your friendship: You can do stuff -make all kinds of physical contact - that in other contexts would be way too personal to be done openly.".  Sean was all ears as I continued. "I use massage to get lots of guys prepped for bedding down with. With a little friendly play & strategy -- you can get most guys naked & squirming in your embrace as you help them liberate their frantic loads from their insanely hard dicks.  Once you get a bro to the place where he's OK with you jacking him off, -- he'll look forward to it & those intense bonds of trust & friendship will become part of the relationship.  It's not a gAy thing; --It's just a gUy thing...", I finished with Levi nodding in agreement.

"I've been having a pretty hott relationship with one of my teachers on & off.  It's mutual & totally respectful.", I began to change the subject.

Levi looked shocked & impressed at the same time. "It's that new coach you told me about -isn't it!", -he guessed out loud.

"I'll never tell...", I smiled. "What matters is that I've got the guy's back - like any of the buds I've been with.  I'm sure not gonna tell anyone else it's happening.  After all -- it was me who drunked him up, -reeled him in & put the moves on him..."

"You're doing a teacher?", Sean asked in an astonished tone.

"Yeah, but I'll deny it if anyone asks - so to prevent looking like a horse's arse, -you'd do well not to mention it."

"It's that new coach - isn't it....I've seen that stud on webcasts of your games ... & no wedding ring...It's gotta be him!", Levi continued probing.

I smiled my, "you'd like to know" grin. 

"So, you're like best friends with this teacher?", Sean pried.

"The guy is awesome.", I started.  "Like cuddling with a college frat bro...great guy with a hard beautiful stud--bod & horse-cock on a hair-trigger.  We're tight & I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the relationship. SH!T -I wouldn't even be telling you guys if I didn't know for sure that you understood the context of what I'm saying."

"So, like - how do you feel about these guys that you're with -- deep down...", Sean asked.

"I love a lot of guys.", I replied. "And I mean that I really love 'em.  No shallow wham-bam sh!t.", I continued.  Levi nodded in agreement. "I love the connection it makes - to see a guy & feel that rush of affection & feelings of protection..."

"And blood to your erection?", Levi rhymed in causing us all to laugh.

"Yeah, that too..." I admitted. "But all of that works together to make this intense feeling of love & friendship where you've got the other guy's interests in your heart & if anything happened to the guy it would bust you up -hard.  Your two hearts are tied together --it's just that the cords run through your dicks by coincidence."

"Yeah. Agreed here. Once you figure out that you can bond balls2balls with a buddy without any disrespect to masculinity -- it puts a mindset between your ears that guys who don't connect that way can only imagine ... & from experience, -I think there's a lot of imagining going on in that regard.",  -Levi added.

"That's what I want!", Sean loudly whispered. "I want friends that I'm that close to & can share anything with & know they'd never phuck me over outside of the friendship! I want that!"

"Like with what you've got here with us?", Levi smiled as he pulled Sean closer & began to nibble on his ear.  Sean began to laugh & chuckled something about cousins.

"Distant cousins don't count against the incest rule...", I grinned. "Besides - the only thing birthed among guys like us is some intense feelings of bonding - from the balls."  As I pulled Sean in to me & began to nibble on his other ear & along his neck. Soon his laughter overtook him as he thrashed helplessly - each half of him held in place by each of us as Levi & I both nibble-attacked our respective sides of his handsome neck & head while holding his arms & legs at bay.

G0YS - spelled with a zer0! Look us up in your favorite search engine!

For those of you who may be wondering:

Although I did not cover the conversation's specifics in the above, --I always found a way to casually discuss a guy's sexual past before engaging in activity that could spread a disease.  Also, these guys were guys I'd known for a while before getting physical.  With honesty, people talk.  Learn to listen.    My coach - for example -shared with me that he had virtually no "love life" & had never had any sort of STI/STD -before I got the courage to pleasure him orally.   The guy was actually super-conservative & safe normally --a quality guy for sure.  Your health is important --way too important than to risk on careless behavior.  However, by avoiding physical intimacy with "GAYS" and anyone who associated with them, --I cut my chance of catching anything way down.  People do stupid things: True.  Try not to be one of them.