It's about time that somebody recognized the fact that lots of guys screw around with their buds soon after hitting puberty. And it's about time that somebody recognized that most of the time - "gay" is a four-letter word as far as this same group of guys is concerned.  Gays are seen as the group of guys who can't fit in because they're too busy acting like their sisters or their wimps, wusses or general pansies.  Oh -- and the arse-pokers. That was always assumed. "Phag" meant "arse-poker". Everybody knew it because even the phags advertised it.  What's to argue?

Then there was us. Who were we? We were the guys who discovered a form of bonding with our buddies that started out casual & got more "personal" until -- if you were lucky - you were naked & wrapped up in each other. I suspect that "our group" happened the way it did because I had an older cousin who taught me the ropes about guys & what guys want & don't even know they want! His name was David & he was the balls! I mean - total stud, all around jock with cheerleaders calling him 24/7 practically.  I totally got lucky when my parents built a new house in the country when I was 14.  I was a total muff'n -even then; -- & the fact dad had a universal gym I used every day beginning on my 12th birthday was the reason I guess. most people who see my pic at 14 think I'm 16 or so. David spent the summer with us - helping my dad build the house.  He took lots of time in the evening to hang out with me & help my workouts. Then we'd take his car into town & hang with his friends. He had to be the most popular guy I knew. And he always made me feel like I was the most important guy in the room! By the 2nd week of his stay, I wanted to crawl under his skin - to be that close. I didn't know what I was feeling had anything "sex" about it - but he suspected - I think.

He took me camping the 3rd weekend he was there & chose a spot in the middle of nowhere on a grassy hill in a nearby state park to set up the "campsite".  There was a river at the base of the hill & the evergreens made the air smell like Christmas.  We hiked our arses off to get to the site & then fished & ate fish until we were stuffed.  Then we went for a midnight "skinny-dip".  David was about 4" taller than me & chose a place to swim that was just a little bit too deep for me to stand & breathe at the same time.  It didn't take long swimming & wrestling in that deep water until I was exhausted.  David was majorly competitive, - but he was totally aware of how tired I was getting & made sure to keep an arm around me &  keep my head above water when I needed to rest.  Every time he'd support me - he'd always have a hand or two rubb'n my back & neck while I caught my breath.  At the time, in my school, - guys were almost afraid to touch each other because the rumor was that's what fags did & guys being tender on guys would 'somehow' turn into arse-sex.  Guys were paranoid about being 'bitched' - even in 8th grade. Well, David was "all man" & being "bitched" was the very last thing I'd ever suspect him of wanting to do to anyone; --So when I found myself with my arms around his neck - with his arms around me -- supporting me in the deep water while he gently massaged me -- well, it just made me love & respect him all the more.  And somewhere, somehow -- all that love & respect found it's way to my d1ck.  Well, being naked & wrapped around him in the middle of a stream - it didn't take him too long to realize that I was totally aroused.  His warm smile & gentle hug wrapped me up in his presence -- that all encompassing feeling of being on the "in"side of the most awesome group - his group.  Well - like I was saying, his smile & hug were making me high - but I didn't know WHY I felt the way I did -being close to him.  He just adjusted his arms so that he had me in a firm embrace - balls to balls with him when this feeling of intense pleasure began to build in my groin & spread out over my whole body making me stiffen & groan from deep down inside my gut.  My arms found their way around David's back & I tightly hugged him as the intense feeling made it's way to the extremities of my body - causing my teeth to clench & toes to graze the bottom of the riverbed as the intensity focused itself along the length of my cock in a series of waves.  And still, I didn't realize at the time that what was happening was "sex".  All I knew was that being around David made me feel so good that it was beyond words - so I simply groaned out helplessly between my clenched teeth at the crest of each wave of pleasure.  David's hug was firm & more intense than it had been.  The water between our bodies seemed very warm too.  As I began to come down from the high  - I noticed his breathing was deep & fast.  Cuddling me closer in emotional reassurance, he planted a soft kiss on my forehead and said, "Way to go little man...".  I was blown away.  What on earth had just happened!?

I knew that David somehow made me feel this good. In 3 weeks, he'd become my living breathing hero/role-model.  He had to be the most awesome guy on the planet! There was no doubt in my mind that somehow - we shared an intensely deep connection.  I didn't have a name for it -- but it had to be called something great! As we stayed there in the water -- me floating in his embrace - I could feel lots of little fish occasionally nibbling all over me -- but lots seemed interested in the narrow space between our navels.  I had no idea why at the time.  I remember the feeling of hugging David as he supported me in his hug while little minnows nibbled around our loins & occasionally would nibble the tip of my softened penis.  We must have been in the middle of a school of them because eventually, it seemed like hundreds were swimming in & around our privates.  The sensation made me chuckle some.  Dave gently cuddled me & commented "They're just cleaning up..."  I had no idea WHAT they could possibly be cleaning up!

Eventually, they seemed to lose interest & David suggested that we go back to the campsite.  I agreed & he crouched down just fast enough to put me over his shoulder; -- & then walked out of the water & up the hill to the tent while I laughed at the feeling of being carried around.  By now, it was near dark so after he sat me down on the large blanket we'd spread out earlier - he laid down beside me & positioned himself so that my head was on his chest with his arm draped across mine. I'd never seen so many stars.  But, soon - I wasn't looking at the stars anymore. I was noticing how awesome David's body looked - even the parts that people usually have covered up, - but those parts seemed strangely fascinating - even nice to look at.  I liked the fact that he had a dusting of hair all over his chest & down onto his belly & lower.  I liked the way that his big leg muscles connected at his butt & balls.  He must have noticed me looking him over because he commented that I was quite a little stud-pack at my age.  Yeah - I had hair in my pits & even decent pubes -- but not like his coat of 'fur'.  Dave didn't look down on me for a second though for not being as "developed".  He said that I had matured where it mattered most & then gave my dick a gentle squeeze while that killer smile crossed his face.  The sensation made me jump a little as I laughed -- but something about it felt really, really satisfying.  I'd never felt so accepted in my life.  We ended up crawling into the tent a while later & both getting into Dave's sleeping bag.  There was nothing better than the feeling of being wrapped up in his hug - naked & him totally ok with it!  It was like a new way of seeing the world -- like being a man & not concerned about the stoopid states of mind that giggle at nakedness - like it's an embarrassment or something weak or dirty.  No - I'd been changed in a single night, -- Maybe over the course of 3 weeks & just realizing it that night. 

I drifted off to sleep wrapped up in Dave's arms. A few hours later, I was awoken as he effortlessly slid me up on top of him so that he could hug & massage me at the same time.  There was just something about being naked with him - chest to chest, balls to balls that made my heart pound fast - even though his massage felt so good.  He'd gradually position & reposition me so that he could reach my upper legs, calves, & even my feet -- all the while keeping me on top of him.  I could feel that his cock was hard like mine had been earlier in the water & was even now.  As his hands slowly moved all over my body as he constantly cuddled me -- I could feel that intensity growing that had so grabbed a hold of me in the water.  And, I was more aware of my body this time & could feel occasional twitches at the base of my balls that caused my cock to occasionally throb even harder than it generally was - and it was hard!  Then Dave said it: He said that he almost couldn't believe that someone my age was this sexually mature.  As he said it- he hugged me tighter & ran his hard dick along mine.  The feelings made me gasp as that intensity began to rapidly build.  It felt like heat & excitement building at the base of my balls & causing my whole body to stiffen -- but especially my dick. Dave slid his hardness back along me in the other direction & I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my skin at my dick as I felt those little twitches suddenly become intense as I recognized the new sensation that demanded that I thrust my cock & balls forward to help shoot out the pleasure that was filling my balls.  I could feel the gush of fluid that moved explosively along the inside of my convulsing dick & it felt so good to get it out that I couldn't help but groan a deep throated "Mmmmmm" that was punctuated with gasps as I hugged Dave.  At the same time, Dave was hugging me tightly and letting out a deep sigh - interspersed with little gasps.  The space between us at our navels suddenly felt really warm & somewhat wet as we hugged tightly - slowly rubbing our seizuring cocks together.  It was near end of the last few twitches that I made the connection between health class, sex ed, David's comment about me being sexually mature & what had happened - twice that night! 

As I laid on top of David - noticing his heart beat - slowing down but still pounding - that I began to worry about fags -- namely - becoming one. The worst thought was "maybe I already was".  I swallowed hard. David - who was tuned in to my responses - noticed me.

"Are you ok, buddy?", he asked.

I thought for a few seconds. "Hey...", I started. "Does this mean that I'm turning 'gay' or something?"

Dave hugged me in reassurance as that killer smile crossed his face. "Dude...", he began, "guys have been hooking up like this since the beginning of time.  But, somewhere along the way, a group of guys decided that they'd cross the line & stick their dicks up other dudes' chutes. It was probably some guys who really didn't appreciate the manhood of the other guys - but wanted to pretend they were with a woman.  Those guys - the ones pretending that an arsehole was a khunt were the very 1st phags.  And, people - who usually don't seem to be comprised of analytical thinkers, began to blur the line between lov'n, respectful buddy relationships that involved some mutual dick snuggling; --well that respectful lov'n got labeled with the same label that the arse-pokers were labeled with. To make matters worse - over time, people have forgotten the distinctions & these days - lots of guys are totally confused, embarrassed & get tricked into doing the arse-phuck when what they really want - all they really want is to bond with another guy they love & admire.  Guys that give & take it up the arse are the phags, bro. Not us. I luv ya & would never 'dis' ya like that...", he finished explaining as he kissed & nibbled my neck making me laugh & squirm because it tickled some.

Well, if another guy had ever been able to cut thru the bullsh1t of confusion on the issue it was Dave.  You know "right" when you hear it and he'd nailed the issue down to the primary distinctions.  Over the next 6 weeks, we bonded like brothers - actually closer.  I loved him so much that it hurt to think about the end of summer.  We talked about that & he told me that he'd always love me too -- but that love was a big thing that we could share with others to take the edge off being apart.  "You're allowed to love lots of guys little Bro.  It doesn't cheapen the love you already have a bit.  We'll get to see each other on holidays & stuff."  At the time, I couldn't imagine loving anyone else like Dave. But, he knew things & hadn't lied to me yet - so I wondered what the future would bring.

In addition to learning about the deep issues of life with Dave -- we discovered a ledge on my parent's land that had a small cave - a den - in it.  We dug it out some & discovered that the ledge was an overhang covered with clay.  Because the ledge formed such an extreme overhang, we were able to dig about 25' (huge) into the side and make a large cavern.  Because Dave was building my parents' house with my dad -- he was able to get left over materials & we began to work on a genuine dug-out "clubhouse".  Lots of plastic, wood,  fiberglass, cement & sheetrock later, I had a huge (10'x25') underground room complete with a small gas powered fridge & Coleman camping stove.  While my parents were doing the plumbing -- the pipe channel ran near the "cave" & Dave figured a way for me to take advantage of "gravity feed" for running water.  They were remodeling the school & we got an unused outmoded commode (it used too much water per flush to meet federal conservation standards so we got it for free -- from the school's storage facility to my new bathroom - a little room within my big one)! We found a metal door at the school they were going to throw away and used it as my new outside door (after we put 3 new coats of paint on it.)  Near the end of the summer, we got a solar panel and a deep cycle marine battery.  A little creative wiring and I had good LED lighting!  Man, Dave knew his stuff!  He turned me on to some to the books he'd read and a website called "How Things Work".

Of course - we were sleeping in our private room long before it was near complete.  Dave had hooked me on sex (added to the fact that I phuck'n loved the guy with my whole being).  Sometimes we'd get each other off 3 or 4 times a night before falling asleep in each others hug from exhaustion.  By the end of the summer, I'd turned 15. We had lots of birthday celebrating to do in our birthday suits!  Of course -- everybody else was clueless. The chickies who were always gloating over him began to gloat over me.  Oh, did I play that card like a pro!  By the time I was a freshman - I already had a reputation as "Dave's couz...".  Oh, and a body: Dave said that a guy has gotta work out & take care of himself.  Seeing I was already on that path -- I intensified my training.  I ended up with dad's universal gym in my "cave" when dad got his new one. That philosophy paid off & keeps paying! 

Well, Dave & I ended up seeing a lot more or each other than I had thought we would - now that I was a freshman in the same school.  But, as a Junior, he began to get busy with tests & stuff for after school plans.  He was planning on the marines -- to help pay for college & the training.  I talked him into the Air force.  Man - am I glad I did -- for soo many reasons - all to do with risk issues.  I have nothing against marines. Today - some of my best friends are...but that's another story all together.  Anyhow - with Dave being busy all the time - it opened up my schedule to invite "friends" over to "the cave" on the weekends/holidays, etc.  Being the best built & strongest guy in my class (almost the school) - I was the "popular guy" to hang out with.  Wrestling became my sport of excellence & I made a decision to make friends with wrestlers from other schools - because I thought that some distance might make the heart grow fonder & keep the friendships longer (forever would be a good length). Of course - one primary factor was that if I was bedding guys like Dave did - keeping the friendships spread at different schools would stop thing from becoming a literal clusterphuck at mine.  Because I was good at sports (really good), networking with other guys came easy.  And the "cave"? Well -- it got the reputation as THE MOST AWESOME SPOT.  It was like having my own apartment as a freshman!  High marks on the "kewl-list".

I don't know when it was that I realized that the cave was totally sound proof.  But, once I realized that a hand grenade could go off in there without being heard outside -- I began to use my imagination.  Having sex on my mind about once every 15 minutes or less, I began to strategize.  I built a pair of padded wooden stocks with 10 metal anchor-points spaced equidistant (but quite close together) along the top edge over the padded holes where a guys feet would come thru.  I made them so they'd clamp onto the metal footer of my king sized bed (a steel frame bed).  I got some long Velcro wrist wraps & a spring loaded rope ratchet that would gently pull a rope & would click-lock every 5 degrees of turn so that once it took up the slack, it wouldn't release it without the release lever engaged.. I bolted this to the frame under my bed so that it was always ready & could be deployed in a matter of seconds.

All of this was to effectively immobilize a guy.  See, I enjoyed wrestling - lots.  The feeling of another strong dude struggling against me was a high.  However, being able to make a hot guy struggle while allowing me the freedom to concentrate on the visual & evoke his reactions was what I really enjoyed. Of course - the last thing I wanted to do was hurt a guy, -so the thing I really enjoyed was getting a dude helpless & then completely stripping him of his composure & self control by methodical tickling. Tickling a guy evokes laughter -- which means "fun". All the brain chemistry that goes along with laughter works in your favor when you're trying to seduce a dude.  Tickling gives the excuse needed to undress a guy while keeping the atmosphere extremely light-hearted.  Tickling can be playful, gentle, sensual, erotic & is a form of non-verbal humor (hence the laughter).  Of course -- tickling can be followed with massage to work out the soreness caused by the tickling (& since the guy is undressed - massage is easy to slide into).  That was my thought process on the issue.

My first "willing victim" was a sophomore wrestler from Springdale High.  I actually had wrestled him and won, but he was so hott that I had to make friends after the match. I gave him the comforting line about me being "lucky" and how he was really good & I saw lots of potential & how I'd like some pointers, etc.  It was all true - even if a little bit embellished.  We got together the next Friday to catch a football game at my school.   We won. More importantly, I got to know Bruce "the Rock" Roddham better.  Turns out that he had a personality as awesome as his appearance.  Between the two of us, we had this nonstop parade of women always bobbing into the room to ask some stupid question.  Every time it would happen, Bruce & I would give this look at each other as if to say, "Yup, we're studs...".  Then he asked me if I was going with any of them.  "Nah - that's all I need. The continual dripping of PMS and some little wah-wah to wreck my future.  Women are poisonous, dude...", I grinned. "If you have to wrap parts of your body in latex before getting close... there's a warning sign there...", I continued.

"Yeah - same here...", he replied - looking a little bit relieved.

We ended up on the mats - showing each other moves & exchanging "secrets of the art". It was late & we hit the showers. The showers at our school had textured glass between stalls that clouded the view of your neighbor.  Still the view of Bruce was like fine art.

I'd invited him over to my place overnight & once we were done changing, we headed off.  It was about a half mile to my house from the school - and a quarter mile back on our driveway.  It was night & the air was cool so we didn't even break a sweat walking & talking.  We got to my place & instead of going to the house, I took Bruce to "the cave".  He was blown away.  "It's like having your own efficiency!", he exclaimed.

Bruce had a bruise on his lower back that I'd noticed in the shower.  "What did you do to your back?", I asked him.

"Dunno, feels like I pulled something.", he replied.  There was my opening.

"Turn around - lemme see...", I pried.  Bruce turned back to & lifted his shirt.  I moved my fingers over the area surrounding the bruise - asking him questions about how it "felt". Finally, I suggested, "Do you want to decompress the disks? I don't have gravity boots, but I have the next best thing.  Feels pretty wild, too.", I went on.

"Sure ... what'da", he began.

"Kick your shoes off & strip down to your briefs.  Gotta get rid of all restrictive clothing.  Then lay down here - on your back with your ankles here...", I said showing him where he needed to be on the bed.  As I spoke, I connected the stocks to the foot of the bed & locked his feet into the padded holds once he'd undressed & laid down as shown.  I could hardly believe that this guy was so trusting. "Put your arms up over your head.", I said as I moved the release lever on the traction pulley to the free position.  Pulling the rope up thru the mattress opening between the headboard, I wrapped the velcro cuffs around each wrist & attached the cable.  Then I engaged the traction lever & gently snugged up the rope.  "One last thing...", I said as I went to the foot of the bed.  I wiggled each sock off from his feet & then rolled a tyvek-core rubber band over his big toes, - locking them together - preventing either foot from moving behind the other to deflect anything that might be 'causing distress'.  Bruce was quickly proving the big, dumb jock stereotype to be true.  I turned the lights down low. I asked him, "You ready?".

"I guess so...", he replied more as a question than a statement.

"We'll see...", I smiled with a 'gotcha' expression on my face.  I went to the foot of the bed & sat down at his restrained feet.  I began to lightly scratch his heels.  The sensation made him jump a little and a little chuckle exploded past his lips.  I moved my tickling up from his heels to the tender insteps.

"Bro ... no!", he pleaded with a smile in his voice. He tried to move his feet, but the big band locked his big toes together - effectively stopping any significant resistance.    Bruce was wiggling, trying to free his captured feet and as he did so, I could hear the clicking of the ratchet as it ate each quarter inch of rope he inadvertently fed it - gradually stretching him like a guitar string with no play left to move within.  As I grinned at him, he realized what was coming & could only smile while begging "No...No!  Bro, I can't stand it!"  Now, I began to tickle the soft spots on his feet -- keeping a mental note of what seemed to make him the most insane.  He cried out in laughing spasms that racked his rugged wrestler body - yelling "Noooooooh!" as his captured feet struggled against the industrial rubber bands that held his toes firmly in place & didn't allow any significant movement to prevent even one stroke of tickle torment.  Bruce was TICKLISH! Working his feet over had him howling as the dusting of teen-man-fur all over his body began to dampen with sweat.  His laughter was full and deep from within his belly as tears ran from the corners of his eyes down past his overwhelmed smiling cheeks.  He was in such good physical shape that the laughter didn't smother him like it did some people. instead - it simply overwhelmed him and stole his ability to think rationally as my fingers on his feet made the demons of laughter possess him without repentance, mercy or hint of escape. His strong body, straining muscles & trails of perspiration flowing from his pits & chest was a view to make a wet dream.  His soft, naked feet were sweating profusely - making the sensation of being tickled worse from what I could tell.  His laughter was endless -- with barely a hint of a word mingled in with the purity of it.  With a lesser man, you need to stop so that he can catch his breath -- but Bruce was in need on no such breaks.  Cross-training and youth made him the ultimate tickle-toy.  As I worked his feet & toes, the clock approached 10 minutes of non-stop breathless, belly-laughter.  My hard-on was leaking like a faucet at the sight.  I needed to record this next time I had dad's camera!

I stopped tickling & it took only a few seconds for Bruce's smile to beg "Please.. no more...no more Bro!".  With a grin, I hopped gently on top of him - pecs to pecs, crotch to crotch.  Wrapping my legs around his I planted my face under his chin - on the left side of his neck & began to gently nibble & nuzzle his neck. At the same time, my fingers found his floating ribs & I began to gently wiggle them into the spaces in his ribcage - just hard enough for his body to rack with laughter & stiffen reflexively as he wiggled futilely to get away.  I didn't keep my fingers in any one spot for too long - but slowly moved -- driving out the loudest laughter by my unpredictable methods.  I also shifted back & forth between the left & right sides of his neck as I nuzzled him wild in laughing hysteria. I had never imagined that a guy could be tickled so long without a break.  Red faced & sweating with big laughing veins bulged in his neck while the intensity of the laughter was ironically suppressed by his inability to make his vocal chords work beyond whispered laughing pleas to stop; -- it was the most intensely erotic thing I'd ever done.  I was pretty sure that he was clueless to the fact that I'd blown a giant load in my shorts as I enjoyed his struggling, laughing man body beneath me.  Probably a minute passed after I'd popped when I began to let up on my tickling.  Soon, I had stopped with my forehead pressed to his - smiling mischievously at him.  He was red faced & breathing hard - but had a smile he couldn't get off his face.

"I'm gonna get you back man...", he grinned.

I reached over & turned off the LED lamp by the bed. Sliding back onto my spot on top of him, I wrapped my legs around his & rested my head near his as I whispered into his left ear, "We'll see who gets who next...".  My smile was clearly in my voice.  Bruce let out a throaty, "Noooooooo".

For the next few minutes - there in the dark, I tormented him with the possibility that every little movement was going to begin another round of tickling.  He flinched & laughed & made threats about "later" ... but he was totally helpless in the now.  With my arms wrapped around him - I gradually began to lightly scratch his back.  At first he thought he was going to get tickled - so he protested & laughed under the perception of the possibility.  It didn't take long though for him to begin to relax into the sensation.  All the while, I was on top of him. As I began to spread my attention outward to his shoulders & the back of his neck - he began to breathe deeper & relax some more.  It wasn't but 5 five minutes total when I felt the unmistakable hardness of his erection under the weight of my loins & still-flaccid cock n'balls.  I pretended not to notice - but slowed my gentle massaging down & began to focus on his hairline, head & scalp as I gently cuddled my face into the knap of his neck.  I made sure to move in ways where I had to constantly reposition my weight on top of him - varying the pressure most at my groin as a slowly began to seduce his cock in a series of movements that seemed random - coincidental to the slow massage I was giving his upper body. 

Soon, I pretended to begin to nod off - still on top of him.  I slow my massage to a brief stop & then flinch some as if I had momentarily fallen asleep.  Then I'd starts again - slower with less clarity as to where i was going to position my hands & then slow ... flinch.  After about the 5th set of feigning flinches, I pretended to be asleep.  With my ear on Bruce's chest, I could hear his heart pounding and as soon as I seemed to be "out", he began breathing deeper too.  My nuts were pressing down on his excitement and I could feel the occasional hard throbs between the thin material as his erection stiffened incrementally.  I made sure that each time I inhaled, my pelvis pushed down ever so slightly on his.  The effect was inescapable.  Bruce's heartbeat continued to slam as his breathing got faster & deeper.  It wasn't long before the hard pulses from his hungry erection began to get closer together & each one caused a little rush of air to sneak out of his nose.  With his fast breathing & galloping heartbeat - I knew I had him.  With a slight lift of my body & single movement of my right hand, - I snagged the hem of both of our briefs & in a smooth motion had them both down to our knees.  Bruce barely had time to let out a whispered "Huh?" before I'd settled back down on top of him rod to rod.  By this time, I was getting hard again & knowing that Bruce's body would betray any attempt to cap his raging hormones, I wrapped both arms around his powerful wrestler's torso & began to slowly use my cock to nudge his erection along as I planted slow, extended kisses along his jawline as I rubbed my stubble against his.  His dick stiffened as he got closer to the edge & he strained against the restraints some - perhaps reflexively - or maybe in part to "prove" to me that he was unable to "get away" from what was happening to him.

Another gentle thrust forward put all the slight pressure against his balls he could hold out against as he gasped & arched his back.  His erection became very hard as he let out out a throaty half yell & strained some against the restraints - pushing his head back into the pillows & gritting his teeth.  Then rapidly I could feel a series of hard contractions travel along his cock - almost a second apart from each other as his ejaculation reflex slowly coated both of our cocks with his hot dick-seizure sauce.  That's all it took to get me to pop again as I enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body  strain beneath me against the restraints as he man-groaned gasped & half-yelled through his orgasm. 

I waited a good minute or so after he'd stopped vocalizing in pleasure & then I hugged him a little tighter & said, "Phuck - I knew you were gonna be a great buddy to have around, Bro."  The comment instantly made him relax some beneath me.

"Man, I was a little worried - getting a stiffy while you were tickling me & stuff.  I didn't want you to get the wrong idea or something.", Bruce whispered - still a little bit apprehensive.

"Dude...", I started: "Phags scope other guys arse-holes & turn them into counterfeit khunts.  Friends, on the other hand ... BEST FRIENDS, know what feels good to a guy & take steps to coax it out of him in friendly competition. At least - that's what happens between guys who aren't too chickensh1t to admit they gotta get off anyhow..."

"So - you think guys are good look'n too?", Bruce asked as he tried not to swallow hard.

"Depends on the guy, duh...", I began. "You for instance: Phuk'n Stud-muff'n. It's like you're built for 2 things: Luv'n & more luv'n. I mean - you must be a total babe-magnet. I knew I wanted you in my inner circle as soon as we connected on the mat."

Bruce took a deep breath - continuing to relax - but with stuff on his mind he'd obviously never talked to another guy with. "So - that's OK with you - thinking other guys are hott?"

"Buddy ... I'm not totally sure ... but I think most guys know when another guy is hot and I think that lots of guys would love to do some naked wrestling with their hott buds.  Not to b1tch them or anything disrespectful like that -- but to bond in the most intense way 2 guys can.  Noth'n compares to having a guy who you KNOW has your back covered & would never hurt you ... like I've got your's covered, now." I began to loosen the restraints at Bruce's wrists with my right hand as I gently played thru his hair with my left.

"So ... it's not ...", he began, "...You're sure it's not a 'gay thing'...?"

Waiting a moment to begin my answer, I replied: "I don't know if the question makes a whole lot of sense to me.  See - I use to think the same way -- but then I discovered that there were guys who'd screw around with each other -- like us - as best friends or want'n to BE BEST FRIENDS; & then there are guys who act like their sister's & want to give or take it up the arse." I took a deep breath: "The last lot are the phags & the rest of us don't screw around with them for the sake of our reputations! I mean - who wants to be known as someone who even 'might' be apt to stick his d1ck up another guys chute!  Not I!  That's nasty sh1t & guilt by ASSociation could really mess up a guy's reputation!". 

I got the 2nd restraint loosened enough for Bruce to slide his hand free.  He put his right hand on my left shoulder. "How do you know - for sure ... all this stuff?", he asked with a tone in his voice that needed to know for certain.

I turned the LED lamp on & took the fishing picture of David & I off the nightstand & showed Bruce.  "Because he showed me last year...", I began - proceeding to tell him about all the time David & I spent together.  As I softly explained, I undid Bruce's feet from the restraints.  I removed my shorts & used them to wipe my groin dry & helped Bruce do the same with his -- real casually -- while I recalled the best times I'd had with David.

In the dim light, I could see that Bruce was shaking some & had lots of redness around his eyes - which were watering some themselves. "So, there's nothing wrong with liking guys - even think'n they're good look'n?...", he spoke as a half question - half statement.

"Not a thing, man. Totally normal. A guy thing if there ever was one...", I continued. "It's a shame the whole world is on a phag-witch-hunt; -& ready to label any guy who luvs his buddies as an arse-pound'n phaggot.  Makes it tough for regular guys like us to really relax with each other..."  I shut the little lamp off & leaned back in toward Bruce - wrapping my body-slammers around him - gently.  He wrapped both his arms around my back & burying his face between my pec & neck, - he let out a loud whispered cry of relief & quietly spoke "I'm not a phag ... not an ...ahbomination..." as his whole body flinched as he choked back tears.  I hugged him tighter - beginning to realize what a big deal figuring this out was to him.

"You're totally awesome, bro...", I whispered back.  "If I had my way - you'd be staying here until graduation - or maybe longer..."  His hot tears streamed down onto my chest as he dumped years of emotional baggage.  Over the next half hour, we both got up to p1ss, wash up some & then climb back into the sack naked.

Soon, the rubb'n on him & close physical contact combined with exhaustion overtook him as he drifted off to sleep.  As I gently cuddled him - listening to his sleepy breathing, - I felt a series of emotional waves slowly grow - one of which was a powerful connection of friendship that moved deeply between us.  With the occasional stirrings from Bruce that hugged me a little tighter each time he'd awaken enough to realize where he was -- I knew that in making a friendship, I'd also dramatically helped change a guy's life & removed a lot of pain.  Knowing that made me feel good...way good - like saving someone's life.

We ended up sleeping into the early afternoon.  Every couple of hours we'd wake up, cuddle cock2cock & cumm all over each other's abs, -- soon discovering that it was more convenient for me to simply lie on top of Bruce - evenly distributing  my naked weight while staying wrapped up in him.  Like with David - sex wasn't about the mechanics of the act. Bruce's emotions & his tenderness, appreciation & the newness of the  friendship all expressed themselves in the ways he touched & responded to me as we gently nudged the other to climax repeatedly thru the early morning.  My bathroom - about the size of a big broom closet had a shop-shower in it so cleanup was ironically quicker with 2 guys cuddling each other with soap in one hand and a washcloth in the other while a trickle of water broke into a zillion little droplets overhead & helped remove surface soil more like a thick drenching fog might (well, maybe a little better).  It was a pain in the arse when trying to get clean in 2 minutes or less -- but when with another guy -- it was completely awesome & usually gave an excuse to go cock2cock in the shower & pump out that last wad of tension & cuddle for a while waiting for everything to rinse off. 

Bruce was totally stud-muff'nd. I mean - perfect physically and his personality seemed a total match.  He told me that the chickies hit on him all the time & that his friends gave him sh1t about being such a pin-up boy.  He also told me about another guy in his class who'd moved away the previous year - who'd put the moves on him during a late night bus ride from a game.  "He was an awesome player & a great guy.", Bruce explained. "When he began to fall asleep up against me in the dark bus - I'd never had so many mixed feelings in my life, & when he slid his hand over onto my stiff-d1ck - I popped like Forrest Gump in his 1st experience with Jenny's-wiles.  We never talked about it - but he was always awesome to me as a team mate & I couldn't figure out where a friendship mutated into 'phagship'.  I wish I'd been able to sort it all out back then..."

Turns out Bruce had done some long thinking about the subject: "Nobody thinks it thru - but you've gotta consider: If the guy likes your bod, - is merely shaking hands with the guy a step toward phagdom? What if you like his bod but try to suppress everything? When you shake his hand - are you making a pass? I mean - sh1t - we're just talking about handshakes - but it turns into more than that when you think it thru.", - he went on. As the shower cuddle continued - Bruce kept explaining his previous dilemma: "Then there's the normal roughplay - screwing around with the guys - crotch & arse grabbing. Everyone assumes it's done in jest - making fun of phags, - but what happens when you kind-of-like the contact? I mean - nothing has changed about the actions - except your attitude!  That's why I figured that I was turning into a phag - because the surface that everyone sees of queerz is men who are sexually interested in other guys' bods ... & that sure was me.  Thing was - I wasn't interested in doing anything I saw in gay porn; -- & the guys who were always visible as 'out' -acted like my sister.  I got the distinct feeling that 'masculine guy guys' were straight-acting phags that gave it to other guys up the arse ... probably the femme-types.  Again - I didn't want anything to do with that...I just knew it was wrong to b1tch another dude."

"Damn straight...", I agreed & then smiling added, "..a little pun there..."

Bruce went on: "Well, I've been pretty phuk'd up by it all for a long time with absolutely nobody I could talk to. I mean - before you - I didn't trust anyone with what was really going on between my brain & balls.  I'm surrounded by all these great guys all day at school & when we compete - & sometimes all I wanna do is put my arms around some of them & hug em forever - maybe hoping that they'll do the same back.  Phuk!  Who's got the balls to take that kind of risk!?  Everyone's just to wound up about being called a phag - even me...", he continued shaking his head. "And then last night - I hooked up with you & for the first time in my life - it all makes perfect sense -- I mean - total clarity...", Bruce hugged me tighter as he kissed my neck & let more tears stream down onto me.  His legs were actually shaking & I used some of my strength to keep him upright.

I smiled as I began to remember something that David had said: "Yeah - it's pretty obvious that phagdom is about arse-phuk'n & men playing the female role - especially when it comes to talking about guys jack'n off.  After all - there's the guy with a guy's hard cock in his hand - jacking it off.  Sure - it may be his own dick - but it's still a guy jacking a guy."  A smile with a laugh escaped from Bruce's face beside mine.  I continued: "That pretty much makes all guys phags if the criteria is simply a guy gett'n a guy off." Another laugh - deeper than the last snuck past Bruce's smile.  "And then there's the age old question about what most guys would do if they could suck their own d1cks...Ask that one in the locker room & they'll be a few wise arses who'll admit that if they could do that - they'd never leave the bedroom!", I finished.

A deep laugh began to grow from Bruce as he lost his composure mulling over the mental image.  Laughing so hard he was almost crying all he could say through his red-faced smile into the crevice between my neck & ear was, "It's soooo phuk'n true.....dude!  It's so phuck'n... tru.. HA! HA! HAH! HAHH! HAHH! [gasp]..."

Slow gentle kisses & rubbing stubble under the mist of warm water - with full frontal nudity in cuddling contact soon brought us both to full hardness. The feelings & gentle cues -- responses from each other worked the way of love --& we soon both shot the last of our depleted spunk reserves. Then we cuddled for another 5 minutes in silent appreciation of the other as the water chipped away - removing all evidence other than the faint smell of guy lov'n - that lingered in the rest of the "bunker" when we finally emerged from the bathroom.

Pulling the sheets off the bed - Bruce helped me make it with a fresh set nearby.  Sitting down on it - beside him, - I wrapped my body slammers around him from behind & pulled him backward so that he was reclined against me with his head in the knap of my neck.  I combined a slow firm massage with the hug & he groaned some as the feeling relaxed him.  "I should be massaging you...', he commented.

"You'll get your turn...", I smiled. "Besides ... I like your terrain...", I continued - getting a smile & slight blush out of him.  I worked on him for a half hour or so & then got us both a litre of diet cola from the small fridge.

"Man - needed that...", Bruce appreciated out loud.

"The drink or the massage?", I asked.

"Both!", came the reply.  "But I'm getting hungry..."

"No prob. There's a trail thru the woods from here to China Buffet. 7-miles. About 15 minutes. Want to go teach them a lesson about what the term 'ALL YOU CAN EAT' can cost them?", I suggested. "We'll take the ATV."

"I am soooo there with you, Bro!", Bruce answered.

I'm not sure if the word "RAPED" is the right one...but we did something like that to the buffet.  The 2 of us kept going back over the space of 90 minutes.  The buffet attendees began to make whispered comments to themselves as it became obvious that they'd be no profit margin on the 2 of us! We left, feeling far too proud of ourselves & slightly in need of a nap to recover by.  The bumps on the trail seemed far too unforgiving on the ride back and we took a few minutes longer to make the trip. 

"I gotta crash for a while...", I said upon shutting the engine off.

Bruce grinned. "I might not wake up if I go to sleep now...All that eating is hard work!"

"Yeah...and it sure works up an apatite!", I added - as if either of us could eat another bite - this week.

We swaggered into the "cave" and kicked our shoes, pants, & jackets off as we collapsed onto the bed side by side.  Bruce's muscular arms were calling attention to themselves as they stretched the short sleeves that hugged his upper biceps. His powerful legs filled out the sweat-shorts he was wearing - giving way to powerful muscles that were anchored to his exposed knees - continuing to powerful shins framed with nearly oversized calf muscles down to his short-style athletic socks.  His normally flat stomach had a bulged look to it.  I ran my hand over his bulging 8-pack thru his shirt.  "Too many egg-rolls?", I asked.

Bruce smiled, "Well, my mouth didn't think so...but I got a strange feeling while I ate...one I've seldom had before. It's called 'being full' - I think..."

I laughed at the comment thinking how true it was.  I planted a firm kiss on his gut causing him to groan slightly & slid up beside him wrapping an arm around his upper body. "Glutton...", I chided.

"Pot calls kettle black....News at 11...", he grinned.

He slid an arm around me & relaxed into his feelings as sleep overwhelmed his senses; - As I too drifted off -breathing the smells of soap, cologne & his male pheromones. I woke up later. It was dark outside - making it pitch black inside.  My arm was still wrapped around Bruce & in the dead quiet & stillness of the night - his slow breathing was the only sound besides mine.  My arm telegraphed to me the feel of his strong, slow pulse & his breathing as his chest rose & fell - moving my entire arm slightly as it did.

I reached over to the lamp & turned it on to a very dim setting.  Seeing him there beside me - asleep in my trust - just being a warm, gentle stud of a guy in his unconsciousness was like the most awesome thing to look at - to experience.  The warm flood of emotions that filled me were the same I held for Dave; - but were rapidly expanding to envelope Bruce as well.  I remembered Dave's words: "You're allowed to love lots of guys, little Bro.  It doesn't cheapen the love you already have at all", and realized then just how true they were.

Slowly, with the hand that was across his chest - I began to unbutton the chamois he was wearing from the top down.  With each opened button, the material fell away section by section revealing his firm naked skin that advertised it's kissable caressability to seduce the powerful muscles beneath the surface into compliance to the onslaught of gentle affections.  Bruce continued to sleep as slowly his beautiful upper body became fully exposed.  Small little hairs sprinkled his torso & thickened just slightly around the perfectly flat nipples that punctuated his pecs.  His skin, while smooth was just slightly rougher than Dave's in the respect that there was a texture that gave just a little more feedback to my hands.  As I lightly slid my fingers over his sleepy 6-packs the texture difference became more pronounced as the muscles in his skin raised the hairs the under my slow caresses. 

He let out a soft, brief "hm", from his sleep as some part of his brain acknowledged the fact he was being gently attended to.  Slowly moving the hairs around his nipples as I soaked in the feel of his chest raised another soft sleepy "hm" out of him - just barely a whisper.  Where the nipples had been completely flat - they were now sporting little ridges that lead to a denser, more pronounced center - still just barely raised above the plain of his smooth-skinned pec-musculature.  The difference was just pronounced enough to draw my attention to it - with my fingertips gently caressing the circle of his puckering, hardening nipples.  The nubs in the very centers were quite hard now, but only to the touch - as it's unlikely that the eye could even detect what the fingers felt. 

Bruce's breathing deepened some & became just slightly faster - still clearly in a state of sleep, however.  In the dim light cast horizontally across the bed, the slight shadows cast by his eyelids revealed REM sleep as his eyes watched a dream movie projected by his sleeping mind.  It was then I noticed his gym shorts beginning to tent some - down low where his growing penis - still pointing downward began to pull the material up as it began to move toward where an erection desired to go.  I realized that Bruce must be freeballing beneath the sweats from the clear outline his erection had against the cloth.  I moved slowly so that I was positioned over his legs - with a knee on each side supporting me as I slowly - yet firmly pulled his sweatshorts down - using my strength to lift his haunches just enough off the bed so that the shorts slid past the globes of his muscular arse.  He continued to sleep - even as the content of his package became visible.

Getting his sweat shorts down far enough released the hold on his growing erection & let it swing around & rest on his abs.  Close up, it seemed so much more imposing than even from a few feet away.  The detail that I could make out - even in dim light was amazing. I wasn't a guy who was fixated on body parts, but I suppose that realizing in the back of my mind who the parts of the package were all part of -- made the view as amazing as it seemed.  Bruce had great musculature on a small frame that had been forced to grow to anchor all the muscles to it.  His waist was only a 28"-29" - at most which made his large, engorged erection seem strikingly disproportionate in comparison. I gently planted a soft kiss right on the shaft above his balls - but even that gentle sensation caused it to stiffen some as I felt a wave of muscle contraction move up it's centerline - followed immediately by the slightest sound of 'fluid changing pressure' as it began to drool precum from the tip (& the minor release of thick spunk was followed by the relaxation of the shaft - causing just a tiny bit of air to slurp back in past the syrupy release -- & allowing the hardened shaft to return to neutral pressure).  I don't know why I was being so analytical - but I figured out at that instant why "gay men" (arse-pounders) had so many sexual diseases. If a penis that behaved like Bruce's was up another guy's chute unprotected (or in a rubber that broke) - those little throbs that leaked precum would be followed by intervals where the contents of the 'bottoms' chute would be sucked up into the shaft of the 'top's rod as pressure equalized in the shaft.  And since a guys arsehole was full of sh1t, bacteria & gawd knows what else...

I shuddered at the disgust of the thought - that a guy would even think to b1tch another dude and that a guy would put another guy in that sort of peril of disease.  I looked at Bruce sleeping - so full of trust, so vulnerable - so beautiful.  I had such compassion & affection inside for him -- I couldn't imagine doing anything to hurt him - that might hurt him.  I mean - I couldn't even place a value on the feelings he stirred in me. He was a beautiful, priceless living work of art that gave me great pleasure - in giving him pleasure, love & acceptance.  Maybe that's why nakedness is so connected to love - because nakedness bares our completeness & leaves us at the judgment of others. I think this is also why being naked in a personal sense is so important in order to forge the deepest of relationships.  If a person knows everything about me & loves me anyway - then the term "friend" has been given it's truest definition.  I thought for a moment & realized that by that definition, I was Bruce's best friend and with me he had shown his nakedness - not just in the physical sense - but in the metaphysical & I'd shared information with him that had given his self-esteem magnitudes of elevation. 

My friend Dave had told me that lots of guys can't come to grips with their sexuality. They fear that loving other guys makes them into 'fags' because they don't realize the massive differences between men who love their buddies, vs. men who b1tch theirs.  Dave had said that lots of guys simply hide behind the skirts they date in order to prove to everyone - even themselves that they're "real men".  But, they themselves never buy their own 'story' because they try to disconnect a deep love of friends from what they think it is to truly be a man. Looking at Bruce, I wondered if I'd saved his life in some future that would have been if we hadn't met. I considered the spectre of a society so cruel & dysfunctional that it routinely drove guys like us to suicide over the fact that we "loved" the "wrong people" - as if love could ever be a bad thing.  And there was the other side -- a loud perverted voice - with a message of gender confusion & men disrespecting men - just as deadly.  I couldn't imagine where I'd be mentally if it hadn't been for Dave helping me to sort it all out. Now I saw that process from Dave's perspective as I looked at the the treasure that was right in front of me.

I turned around carefully & gently slid the socks off Bruce's feet one at a time.  His perfect peds were muscular powerhouses about size 10's.  Athletics had made them so strong - that even while asleep he had tremendous muscle-tone from heels to toes.  Because of my work with hand strengthener weight equipment, I could squeeze with a good 50+ kg per hand, & so I took a foot in each hand & began to slowly work them using that grip to slowly apply deep tissue pressure & cause joints to crack as well as  to spread sinew against bone.  Not even 30 seconds into "the treatment', Bruce let out a deep groan of  appreciation as the sensations woke him from his dreaming.  With each firm squeeze, he sighed a long, appreciative breath.  I moved slowly - in a calculated, relaxed rhythm.  Bruce's only comments were breathy sighs & soft gentle groans of pleasure.  As time passed - I gradually spread the attention to cover his lower legs too.  The feelings plastered him with his own natural painkillers.  Glancing back around while still working on him - I noticed that the sensation had even tamed his hard-on somewhat. 

I turned back toward him moved up on my knees & hovered over him as I slid my own shorts off.  With my erection grazing his I smiled at him & he grinned back - adjusting his own cock for "docking position" as I snuggled naked on top of him - pecs to pecs, nuts to nuts.  I could literally feel his cock growing & hardening between us.  "Are you going to cum along peacefully - or do I have to tie ya up again?", I asked in a friendly whisper.

"Bro - I just want to empty my d1ck with you until I need an I.V. to stop from dehydrating...", He replied.

"You should write romance novels...", I grinned as I slid my erection firmly along the length of his.  It looked like he was about to say something but his teeth clenched, eyes closed & his legs stiffened in the embrace of mine - followed by a gasp as he arched his back (letting me slide my arms firmly around him). Not wanting to stop the ride for even a moment, I slid my dick back down the other way along his.  The sensation popped his mouth wide open followed by the unmistakable feeling of his dick beginning to vomit it's contents onto our abs as he let out a half yell - half sigh.  That's all the stimulation I could stand as I hugged tightly into him & slicked up the side of his convulsing cock with my spunk as pressed hard against him locking my legs firmly behind his & used the natural lube of mansauce to bully out a long series of cumm-groans & sex-yells from him as I seduced his seizuring mantool through a long series of intensely productive orgasmic spasms. 

I found Bruce's response to be an incredible turn-on in itself. Unlike Dave & even myself - each being of the mindset of wrap our brains around the experience of sharing orgasm with each other & generally, quietly enjoying the nuances of the event, Bruce wasn't a guy who was as introspective or analytical. Rather than being able to wrap his mind around the event for artistic enjoyment in the sampling of each moment -- he seemed to be at the mercy of his orgasm like a surfer who rides the wave & then is overcome by it in the final moments.  He feels it begin to move over him & then he gets drowned by it as it causes him to gasp, cry out & experience body-wide  spasms/contractures that are incredible to experience with him as you wonder how long you can sustain his experience with the skilfull use of lovemaking techniques.  It sure made me glad the "cave" was soundproof, but the most important aspect of cuddling with Bruce was that I could give a guy (that I had come to love a lot in a relatively short time) - so much pleasure - in the course of our friendship.  Even after he came back to earth after losing his nutt - he was so full of warmth & affection in the high - the afterglow, that he just made you want to love him because he was so luvable.  Maybe it was because he seemed so subjugated to his senses instead of having mastery over his responses like Dave & I presumed we did.  The thing I've come to realize over the years is just how different guys are.  Some are so analytical that they have a tough time having a good time, & others are so reactive to the feelings of "the now" that they have a hard time examining the moment for warning signs.  Bruce was more like the latter & realizing that he didn't have "A class" introspective skills made me feel a little more protective of him - while at the same time loving the raw honesty of his responses - if not being slightly envious of the fact that he seemed to lose himself in his climaxes.  Oh, and go figure: Big balls + horse-cock equals jizz by the pint - or it seemed it.  I thought I made messes. Bruce was a jizz anomaly.  I thought it felt like he spewed 3 loads to my 1 the previous night -- but looking at the mess bonding our abs & running down over his sides - whoa!  "You messy...", I whispered to him.  He got a look on his face that seemed a little concerned that something was 'wrong' with him.  So I grinned & continued, "I kinda like it...".  That made him smile.  I liked seeing him smile.

Rolling off him, I grabbed the sheet off the floor that we'd taken off the bed earlier & used it to wipe us both down.  Then I busted into a massage on him that had him groaning softly in pleasure as I worked him from the feet up.  In the dim light, he was so stunning to look at - despite the fact that shadows found it far too easy to obscure parts of him, - those you could make out were absolutely begging to be nibbled on.  His nearly flaccid cock was still an intimidating thing to behold (what I would later discover made him feel a bit freakish & the cause of him thinking that some guys didn't like him solely because of it.).

When I got up to working on his neck & head, he had his left arm over his face so that from his nose up was obscured.  When I finally began to work around it I found wet trails on his cheeks & gently lifting his arm revealed eyes that had been & still were crying some.  "OK?", I whispered.

"Yeah...", he began.  "...Just that nobody's ever made me feel so loved before...", he softly continued.  "I've never felt so good being in the raw around another guy.  Finally I can be myself without being afraid of something bad happening if anyone finds out what I'm feeling inside..."

"Just love'N honesty.  You're part of my inner group now, Bro.  Keep in mind that there are guys just like you out there - lots of 'em.  If we don't tell 'em, that it's OK to be lov'n on their buddies, -they're gonna be miserable for a long time...", I explained.

"Man - what I'd give to be this tight with just a handful of friends...", he whispered.

"Start collecting today Bro...", I began. "It'll knock you out - who'll be open to the naked nuzzle.  Once you scare the 'demons of the buttphuck' away ... guys will be able to relax into the fact that buddy-sex is for bonding with good buds & it's a raw guy thing ... not some half-arsed attempt to turn Bruce into a Brenda!", I continued.  "Besides - it's great to have people you really love & know they love ya back.  It's great to be so close to another guy that you're both comfortable with each other enough to do a little sword-fighting...& stuff..."

Bruce smiled as he figured out what the meaning of the term "...& stuff..." implied.  I slid back on top of him - wrapping my legs around his & then began the process of seducing his already growing d1ck. Once again his stud body began to slowly writhe in uncontrollable, autonomic responses as his balls were drained to nourish his ejaculation's apatite.  It was total pleasure getting Bruce to climax. His orgasm almost resembled a seizure is some regards - except that some part of his mind remained present to experience the intensity of it while the rest of him tried to escape through his spasming fingers, toes & vocalized notices of frantic pleasure overload.  Of course - part of him was making the "escape" through his convulsing cock that wanted to drown everything near it with 'essence of Bruce'. But, with me going off right beside his sex explosion - it soon became 'essence of us'.

Bruce hugged me firmly for a while after coming back to earth from wherever most of him had been.  Heaven maybe or some plateau close to it - perhaps. "Man ... I could make you into a serious habit...", he smiled.

"Dildo ... I mean 'DITTO'...", I joked back at him.  He laughed when he got the punchline.

"So, lots of guys ... normal guys ... are into what we've been doing?", he asked in a tone that was beginning to consider the possibility of it all being true.

"Yeah ... that's what my buddy Dave says.  He says that a guy's dick creates a biological family with a chick, but an extended family with other guys. Oh, there's the condition that a dude knows how to use it in proper context...", I explained.

"Huh? Context?", Bruce questioned.

"Yeah. You already know: Guys don't butt-phuck guys. The arse isn't a khunt & should never be treated like one. Guys love guys for their masculine traits - not some fake attempt to pretend"

"...that Bruce is a Brenda...Yeah, I know...", he smiled while finishing my sentence.

"Bull's-eye.", I continued. "Gay guys don't get it. They promote & 'tolerate' the arse-phuck.  Sorry - but I don't want to hang out with a dude who might want ME to 'tolerate' it - if you understand my concerns.", I finished.

"Nasty sh1t...", Bruce added.

"Right on both points...", I smiled. "Nasty, disease-spreading, self-esteem robbing, sh1t..."

"Yeah ... I'm kind of a 'clean-freak'.", Bruce commented. "That was another thing I couldn't relate to with gay literature I'd read. Seemed like phags have a love affair with germs if you read some of the stuff in gay pubs.  Something wrong with a bunch of guys who put things on a pedestal that basic hygiene would have you using soap, water & disinfectant on!", he continued.

"No shit...", I punned.  Bruce laughed. "Honestly ... I don't relate to all the decadent flotsam that is embraced by gay guys. Seems dysfunctional to the max with deadly overtones. Men who want men - while not relating as men.  It seems to me that by their mindset, they deny each other the thing they claim to want in each other: Masculinity. Chicks with dicks. That's what I see gay guys as. Chicks with dicks. Not that I have a problem with chicks or dicks ... but I find combining the two to be a repulsive chimera if there ever was one."

Bruce took on a serious look and asked: "So, how do you think of guys in general? Friends? Dates? What?"

I grinned: "I luv guys. Most of my friends are guys. However, I don't think that friendship needs to stop at a handshake & hug. Sure - it all depends on the guy - but I want friends that make my heart & balls ache for their company - ya know?" Bruce nodded.

I continued: "My biggest concern is that life doesn't have enough time to spend with the guys I love in the way I want to spend my time with them. I want to help make my friend's lives great - whether they get married, stay single, -whatever. I never want to treat the sexual side of a guy like it's cheap - because that's disrespectful & it hurts to feel like you've been used for what you've got & that who used you doesn't care about you.  I never want my d1ck to get disconnected from my heart. I think that if more guys felt that way - the world would be a much better place."

Bruce nodded in somber agreement.  "But, what are you like - at school & stuff?", Bruce began. "Are you open about the anti-gay stuff?"

"Pretty much. You have to be. The arse-phuck deserves zer0 respect.  It's not even "sex". It's a fetish; -& a criminal act in the most enlightened cultures. Occasionally some prick will play the 'tolerance card' & I trump it with the 'this is America & I can be as INTOLERANT as I want - card'.  Overall, the arse-phuck-tolerance crowd stays away; -- & I get to do things with my buddies that might get a guy labeled a 'phag' if I wasn't so anti-butt-pound."

"Do things?  Like what?", he pried.

"I like to make regular physical contact with guys I'm warm on.  I can tell a few of them are really into it because they do the same back. Putting an arm around a guy while talking to him or coming up behind a guy I'm talking to & putting a few warm friendly squeezes on his upper neck & back...That sort of thing.", I continued. "The message is: You can be a warm, friendly guy who enjoys meaningful physical contact without becoming a phag.  I'm wait'n to see who invites me over to their house!"

"Any invitations yet?", Bruce asked - now extremely curious.

"Nah...just me inviting you, so far. Safer that way if I'm the guy making the moves..."

"How'd you know? I mean - yeah - I thought you were a stud when I first met you - but I was so freak'n intimidated..."

"Well, that horse-cock of your's was a little more telling...", I smiled in reply.

"Huh?", Bruce asked with a worried look on his face. 

"Not during our official match...", I clarified. "After, when we got together & you were showing me moves while freeballin under your sweats without your jock on."

"Oh, yeah...  I remember...", he grinned.

"Me too.  The sight of that salami-semi - even as a wrinkled silhouette made my knees weak & I knew I had to get you over here for closer inspection. I had a feel'n you were the friendly type of good'ole boy who'd spunk in the breeze if it blew the right way...

Bruce was grinning ear to ear. "Man - I was so nervous being around you that I couldn't think things thru to see what you had planned for me on this tickle-rack of a bed. And then as a I laughed my head off I got a lot more relaxed with the physical contact - because I knew somehow that you just wanted to play...& when you crawled on top of me ... well, I just knew that I was gonna bust a nutt.  It was only a matter of time - but I knew it was gonna be.  When you suddenly began to dick rub on me it was like having the most awesome dream come true...I mean I came so hard I almost shot my nuts out of my d1ck!"

I laughed at Bruce's exaggeration. "Me too...but I was concerned that you'd be terrified that you'd just popped with another guy - so I made sure to try to get your view of the event rearranged the right way."

"Yeah...", he began, "You knew exactly what to say. Made total sense & drew the hard-line between being a guy vs.& being gAy.  Totally what I needed to hear;... & you don't know how badly I needed someone to explain that to me."

"I know. Same thing happened to me. David was the first guy I was ever with & he spelled it out so clearly that I've never been confused about the subject since.  I guess Dave has bedded a few of the guys from schools all over the region.  He makes friends at the drop of a hat & has a way about him.  He's totally anti-phaggot & has a moral clarity about him that guys seem drawn to.  He totally loves his friends & openly expresses it - always totally respectful - but I've seen him hug other guys at school & even plant hard dry kisses on their foreheads occasionally & it's totally like, 'Hey, that's Dave - lov'n his buddies openly & it's OK because he's all about guys respecting guys.'  It's like - nobody in their right mind would consider calling him a phag because he'd whoop some arse.  Funny thing is -- once you understand it all, -- it's not hypocrisy. It's Dave combining respect & love in front of everyone & people know that he's a stand up guy who'd never b1tch a bro.  What people don't know is just how much he loves some of his buddies & how comfortable he is being tender & loving to guys - who often want the very thing he offers: Unconditional love, friendship & intimacy with a guy who knows how to love guys without ever making a guy feel like his manhood is being threatened.  He's been my role model & I don't know where I'd be emotionally if it wasn't for him."

Bruce had tears in his eyes as he listened to me explain. "How'd he figure this out? I mean - everyone seems so freak'n clueless; --But when you hear it explained - it's like: 'SH1T! This is exactly how I feel guys should treat guys & it's so NOT GAY!' ... How'd he figure it out?"

"Dave is a history buff. He got interested in Greeks because gays were always talking about the Greeks being 'gay'. Well, Dave did a whole lot of reading & discovered that the Greeks were nothing like 'gAy' -- but there sure was a lot of buddy cuddl'n going on! And Arse-sex was ILLEGAL in ancient Greece! How UNGAY is THAT!"

Bruce was mesmerized listening as I continued: "Anyhow - he figured out that if most of the guys in ancient Greece were all about taking long extended rolls in the hay with other dudes -- then guys in general are probably the same today; -- Just scared sh1tless that someone is gonna call them "gay" & imply arse-sex -- when most guys want nothing to do with any of that sh1t!"

"Amen bro...", Bruce chimed in. "Respect rules!"

"Yeah - well, Gays don't see the fact they're phuck'd in the brain; --Must keep that in their arses too. So, the only way I've found to draw the line & be clear about it is to be openly & loudly anti-butt-phuck.  If you're not -- people might think you'd mingle with the butt-phuck tolerators - & IF you're gonna be hook'n up with guys in RESPECT -- you can't leave any question as to motives, morals or the distinctions in what constitutes acceptable behavior.  Some people call us 'intolerant' & other names; - but it's ok to be 'intolerant' when the people you're intolerant of - practice gross disrespect & don't have the sense to renounce it, -it's effects; --Or simply acknowledge the fact it's morally wrong to butt-phuck - for so many reasons." 

"Yeah - I can see why you can't let people cross that line - assuming sh1t.", Bruce agreed.

"And SH1T is exactly what they assume if you 'tolerate gAy'.", I summarized. "The irony is that guys will loosen up to being gentle'd on if they disconnect any possibility of being associated with "gay" from the guy who's cuddl'n on them.  Next thing ya know - you've got a buddy that casually snuggles up against ya on the bus ride because he knows your arm is gonna snake up his back & tenderize his pains or he's the guy who has you put his sunscreen on because he knows you're not put off by touching him.  I tell ya what: I have a couple of buds at that level already & I can hardly wait till we do away trips & end up sharing beds in hotel rooms or even space on the floor."

"Why not just invite 'em here & use the chamber of laughter?", Bruce asked.

"Gotta take your time when the guy goes to your school.  If you freak the guy out - it could be trouble....bad trouble.  I've had a few guys over to this place during the day -- but not overnight yet.  I've got a bud named "Heath" who's on the swim team.  I caught him eyeing me hard in his locker mirror."

"No shit! What'd you do..."

"I didn't bust his balls too hard.  I let him scope my naked arse for a couple of minutes & then whispered to him: 'Nice mirror...'" 

"No way!"

"Way.  He turned a combination of pale & red-spots all over.  I think he thought that I was gonna 'out' him as a phag.  Heath isn't any phag, though. He's just a regular guy who's trapped in his feelings by social ignorance. Most of my close buds are wrestlers - but whenever I see Heath - I call him over & give him a handshake & half hug & suck him into whatever is going on in my group of buddies.  His popularity has - like - skyrocketed & he knows something's up with me treating him like I do. "

"He's not freaked out?"

"I think he was at first...almost like he couldn't believe that I was being so buddy/buddy with him. Poor guy - probably thought I was setting him up to be outed in the middle of a pack anti-phag studs.  But the 3rd time or so - he figured out that nobody was gonna double-cross him & he relaxed into the great guy he is.  Everyone likes him. 

"What's he like?", Bruce prodded.

"About 6' tall. Not a bulky stud - but his muscles are longer & his strong bod's developed differently from swimming. Blonde hair & blue eyes and a square jaw that makes his face like - totally aggressive, intimidating & freak'n handsome."

"What's your plan?"

"About the same as you: Get him immobile & undo his demeanor by tickling him until he turns purple or something.  Once I'm on top of him, his d1ck is gonna betray whatever composure he has left after being tickled. Then he'll get the speech...The 'DAVE SELF-ESTEEM SAVER SPEECH'.", I answered. "Then he'll be among the enlightened!"

"Bro ... I gotta get to 'enlightening' some of my buddies.", Bruce said with concern in his voice".  There are about 3 I can think of who probably are going thru what I was.  I didn't think so before -- but now that I know that lots of guys feel like this, - well, I've got my reasons for thinking that a few of my buddies are living with the same stupid shame I was - for no reason other than not knowing the difference between being a regular guy vs. a gay-guy.  Knowing the truth sets you free to be yourself - at least within the space between your own ears.  I think it's gonna take a long time for most people to catch-up, though ... if they ever do!"

"Well, if you ever need to use 'the cave' ... let me know in advance.", I grinned.  "Let me show you how these restraints work..."