Tucker had been my friend my whole life.  He lived next door. Although he'd been adopted by great people - he had a past that I didn't find out about until years later.  This is the account of his story & our friendship.

At age 14, Tucker's 'parents' had a serious talk with him.  They let him know that he'd been adopted.  Their story was told with lots of parental compassion & they went thru all the explanations as to why they'd waited until then to inform him.  The biggest reason: His birth-mother was trying to locate him & she had 'issues'. Tucker told me that they say 'issues' instead of 'problems' - because 'problems' have solutions. 

Tucker didn't take the news really well. We'd grown up together & since we were 'only children', we were pretty close.  We built a clubhouse in the big maple tree between our houses & each had a secret password to get in that we were each able to guess in under a minute.  We played the same sports in school & even had about the same grades.  We did all those kid things that people imagine their own kids doing -- except we were neighbors.  He came over soon after his adoptive parents told him & then he somberly broke the news to me (to get a reaction I think).  So he was adopted..."Big deal...", I said..."All that means is that two total strangers saw something in you that made them want to take you home... My parents are stuck with me & are endlessly complaining that they're almost sure that they took the wrong kid home from the hospital with them!" - My comment made him smile. 

Then I took out a box of urethane condoms & swiped from my parents room; -- Grabbed my slingshot & we 'borrowed' a big squeeze jar of mayonnaise from Tucker's parents kitchen (when they weren't look'n) -- And we were off to do absolutely no good whatsoever.  Standing hidden a couple hundred yards from the freeway, we'd load a condom full of mayo & twist the neck closed.  Holding it in my tree-to-tree super-slingshot (twisted-side-down), we aimed up & toward the freeway.  "Whoosssssssshhh" - was the sound they made as the force propelled them into the sky.  We'd wait about 15 seconds & if we heard brakes squeal - then whoever let the slingshot go at that turn would get a point.  Of course - we didn't consider that one might find a policeman - on a motorcycle.  "Splat!" - & the only thing to be seen was a cream'd rubber draped down over his visor.  We're not sure - but we don't think he squealed his brakes.  His tires sure did make a sound though as he took off in our general direction - lights & siren's blaring. Tucker & I heard him coming & jumped into a ditch.  The cop passed us & we took a shortcut thru the woods - hearts pounding like never before.  We made it back to the treehouse undetected, & then reveled in our coy brilliance.

It was Tucker who'd launched the luv-missle that beaned the cop - so we decided it had to be the winning shot no matter what the score had previously been. We decided that we were unstoppable as a team & the world in general should fear the condoms of gooey-death that we'd plot to launch upon the unsuspecting. Surely - we must rank among the military masterminds of our generation.  Of course - we didn't plan on the story getting into the 11 o'clock news.  Tucker's parents noticed the mayo jar missing & mine noticed the condoms gone.  All four parents met & among themselves decided to keep this incident between the 6 of us -- but pretended to bust us hard.  We were grounded for 2 months & other than school & the tree house -- we couldn't leave the yard.  We were essentially - grounded together.

That tree house saw lots of us both over the next 60 days.  We couldn't go out & scare up trouble like we'd always done - so I got the old board games out of the garage & we learned how to become experts on "Monopoly".  We also brought the free weights up there (over 300 lbs of them) & worked out until we couldn't move, - & pissed near-orange afterward.

Of course - we talked too.  Most of the time - you couldn't tell, but the whole 'being adopted' thing was eating at Tucker.  He'd ask little questions - like if it mattered to me - or - what I'd do if it was me.  Something told me on the inside to answer his questions thoughtfully & carefully - like the little feeling that he'd occasionally let slip thru was the tip of an iceberg's worth underneath.  I basically told him, "Hey - between you being adopted & my parents saying that they probably brought the wrong kid home from the hospital ... that - maybe - we really are brothers ... at least I hope so..."  That answer really meant lots to him & I have to admit that it was kind of neat to imagine that maybe I really wasn't an only child...  But there was something still bothering him & Tuck didn't let it slip out until the day before we were 'free' from being grounded. 

We started by playing Monopoly & then got bored & decided to play cards.  Blackjack turned to poker & then "dare-ya strip poker".  I was excellent at poker & glad because I kept winning & Tuck kept dropping clothes until he was down to his tighty-whities.  I had this knot at the pit of my stomach as I looked at him sitting there almost naked.  We'd seen each other in the past countless times in our shorts -- but I'd never seen Tuck out of them & there was something about the way his body was maturing that felt good to look at.  I wanted to see more - but I couldn't just ask him to undress.  That would be too much like a queer or something.  I held 2 kings - a six & a deuce in my hand (& deuces were wild). I got the impression that Tuck's hand wasn't very good.  He laid down 2 pairs - aces & nines.  I could see he was nervous & something on my inside told me not to make him do it.  I sighed & said - "Your pairs beat mine - kings & sixes...", as I folded my cards & tossed them onto the table.  Hey, I hadn't lied...that deuce could be anything I wanted; - & for this hand, I wanted it to be a six (not a king).  I took my Levi's off leaving me in my tighty-whities & athletic socks.  Tucker swallowed in relief.

The next hand I intentionally lost - Jack high noth'n.  I lifted my legs under the table & asked Tuck to pull my tube-socks off.  He did & then rested my feet on his thighs.  Then he swung his feet up & around so that they were resting on my thighs from the outside.  Then Tuck got that expression - like when his next 'casual question' is gonna have an answer that makes or breaks his day.  "Why do you think my real parents wanted to get rid of me?  Is there something wrong with me that maybe they knew by instinct - like when some animals kill their own babies?"

Just asking it - Tuck began to get red eyes as the tears began to fill them.  I put my cards face down on the table & reached down with both hands & gently held his feet. "Bro...there's nothing wrong with you...at all.", I began & as I continued to speak - Tucks eyes overflowed & he fought back louder sobs. "Heck bro, - there are things about you that I wish I had - like these size 12D feet that look like you stole them from Tarzan.  Every time you're in phys-ed -  I overhear chicks talking about your 'big sexy guy feet' & what else is probably 'big & sexy'; -- & me - I'm stuck with these 10½'s!"  Tuck was beginning to really let the water works fly at this point - so I stood up & walked around the table. kneeling beside him, I put both arms around him & continued: "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you bro.  Lots of times - I wish you were my real Bro"

Tucker hugged me back & sobbed some - mostly in relief as I rubbed his back in between tightening up the hug on his upper body.  I led him by the hand a few feet to the matt we had on the floor & sitting behind him - I rubbed on his back & shoulders for a while.  It relaxed him - big time, & I've gotta admit: I really enjoyed making him feel better. And, I really liked what working out was doing to him.  He leaned back into me & with both arms locked around him - pinning his to his sides - I planted a loud kiss on his cheek while grinning a huge grin.  He let out a laugh from deep inside as he realized the irony of his buddy kissing him while his arms were pinned & he couldn't get away. "Tasty...", I said as I went in for second helpings.  Now he was really grinning as he laughed & vainly attempted to wiggle away.  I tightened my hug pulling him closer into my embrace.  I planted another firm kiss on his craning neck & finished by saying that I loved him & he was just gonna have to get use to my numerous flaws, too.

Well, by now he was grinning from ear to ear & relaxed - letting his head tilt back as I nibbled his big neck.  As I relaxed my hug, he rotated around facing me & crawled toward me - pushing me back onto the mat.  Sliding on top of me so that our crotches were hard pressed against each other - Tuck slipped his arms around me in a gentle hug & said he loved me more than any other guy he knew.  I gently hugged him back & slid my legs over & around his - locking him in place.  I felt so much closeness & affection for my buddy that I didn't notice how hard my dick had become - at first.  As we laid there - pressed into each other though -- occasionally I'd feel a hard throb as his growing wood periodically reminded mine that it was there.  Meanwhile -- Tuck's body seemed to be getting more handsome to me as I slowly slid my hands along his bare torso & down under the waistband of his briefs so that I could feel the tight muscular globes of his butt as he occasionally moaned & his legs stiffened in response to the more frequent throbs at his groin.  Then, like a rubber band being pulled tight -- Tucks body began to stiffen & his butt got really hard under my hands.  At the same time, his back arched & his elbows pressed hard into the mat as he hugged me tightly.  He jaw was clenched shut & his eyes were slits that pushed out a single tear each as he took a deep breath & then let out frantic little whimper as the sensation of a line of hot fluid hit me between the pecs & left a trail southward to my navel.  Then another -- as the hard throbs between our legs acted in sync with Tuck's response.  I wasn't sure what was happening at the time -- other than it felt really good as the feelings in my pelvis grew so intense that if my penis hadn't emptied that sensation in a series of powerful spurts - I'd have gone nuts having to contain it any longer.  I splooged in my briefs -- but Tuck's monster dick had slithered out through the center slit in his - which is why he shot onto my chest & abs.  After about a minute of intense pleasure, we finally caught our breath.

"I've never felt anything so good before!", Tuck whispered in an astonished timbre.

"Yeah, it's like being all close to ya made me luv ya all the more until ...", I swallowed hard. "...Bro, I think we just had an orgasm..."

"No ... We're both guys.", he replied. "You need a chick...don't you?"

"Well ... that's what all the guys say ... unless we're gay or something...", I answered.

"Gay? Like in those fag mags that show up in the dumpster at school every once in a while?", Tuck answered in a critical tone. "I don't think so, Bro."

"Yeah ... you've got a nice butt -- for a guy...", I began with a smile, "But, I don't want to play inside it, -- or put anything up there; -- If you catch my drift."

Tucker cringed. "Phuck no, bro! That shit's nasty..."

I relaxed some: "So ... we're not fags ... so what are we?", I thought out loud.

"I dunno - but until we figure it out, what goes on here - stays here... ok?", Tuck answered

"So ... you want to stay here tonite?", I asked.

"Oh yeah! ... Gotta tell the folks we're gonna camp out in the tree house...", he grinned mischievously.  "They'll be OK with it."

I began to dress & said, "Yeah...mine too.  Bring some blankets & take a shower...", I added. Tuck looked at me wondering. "There are some other places on that bod of yours I want to nibble on & you've gotta be spotless for me to go there...", I grinned.

Tuck got the cutest look on his face as he explained that, "Clean was his middle name...Better be your's too.".  I nodded & grinned more intensely.

Getting back seemed to take forever after showering & packing overnight stuff.  Tuck beat me back & was laying on the mat - in the dark, totally nude.  He had dozed off & seeing him there in the dim light of my multipurpose lantern was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever looked at.  I mean really looked at - soaking in every line the muscles under his skin made.  I just wanted to be as one with the guy.  Quietly stripping down to the raw myself, I put the lantern on it's dimmest setting & slid on top of Tuck.  As I did, he awoke & wrapped his arms & legs around me as I got nose2nose, knee2knee with him. 

He was warm & smooth.  As I slid along his body on my way to our mutual comfort zone - I could feel his heart beating fast & hard. His penis got stiff quite quickly beside mine which made me hard - feeling him firm up.  His palms gently caressed my backside causing the hairs on my back & butt to stand on end. Tuck pulled his pillow toward his left side & folded it so it was over his shoulder where he motioned for me to put my head.  We laid there - wrapped up in each other for maybe a half hour or so, -- during which time our cocks got harder & harder - leaking precum like crazy & occasionally throbbing hard which - feeling it happen to my buddy was like a drug.  I knew it for a fact: He was gonna cumm & there was nothing he could do about it. It might be 10 minutes or an hour -- but eventually, our dicks were gonna tease each other into gushing.  Of course ... he knew that eventually - I was gonna cumm & there was nothing I could do about it.  It was like a shared power we had over each other.  Like I said, about a half hour passed when Tuck's cock began to twitch a little more often & with more determination.  He began to groan as he hugged me a little tighter.  Of course -- I knew exactly what was happening to him; - & pretty soon those bare, size-12 feet & toes of his were gonna spasm & curl with his arching back & shooting cock.  The mental image filled my cock with jizz in an instant & it was my back arching & I heard my toes crack as they curled so hard.  In moments that awesome feeling of wave after wave of cock juice was shooting thru my dick - as was Tucker writhing beneath me having his.  The hot slippery seed drowned our bellies as our breathing lost sync forcing the man sauce to fill every crease & line in our abdominal area with the soul-bonding glue.  It was during the last few hard squeezes my dick made that I noticed the beads of sweat rolling down my the back of my nuts & from my armpits where I drizzled passion onto my buddy Tuck.  He had sweat on his brow & his breathing was fast - exceeded only by his slamming heartbeat.  I loved this guy sooo much. 

Things got better for Tuck after that. We promised to buff up for each other & we became a private family of 2. We were totally casual in public & our parents were so glad that we were "like brothers". We did everything together - played sports & even planned for the same university (dorm room & all).  What people were oblivious to was the fact that we got naked with each other whenever possible.  As we grew & our bodies matured - we became more comfortable with each other & often stretched out luv-making into hours of gentle foreplay involving wrestling, massage, tickling & suggestive comments.  We discovered how good it feels to finally climax after preparing for the event for a long time.  But the best feeling was the bond all this loving-sex created between us.  To have another guy who I loved & admired - who was willing to make me feel the way he did ... wow!  I'd give everything I owned without a second thought if it would keep 'my Tucker' safe.  Tuck feels the same way & even reasoned that if he hadn't been adopted - we might have never been neighbors!  How's that for a reversal of perspective!

We fixed up the clubhouse so that it allowed for some serious privacy when we wanted it.  I eventually chose a pre-med major & Tuck went into physics - concentrating on privacy technology.  Go figure.  We eventually did tell our parents.  They were shocked that we'd been an intimate couple for over 6 years & they hadn't caught on.  It was mostly because we "didn't act gay".  We said that's because we didn't feel that's what we were; -- & that there was much more to defining relationships than a single word (especially that word & the baggage 'it' carries with it).

We never got involved with the gAy-male community because it seemed really obvious to both of us that their venue differed greatly from ours -- & while we are vocal about how we feel about same-sex relationships being as legitimate as mixed, -- we're also vocal against many of the practices promoted within the gay-male community; -- Totally opposed to the decadent, Godless lifestyles pushed so hard in gay pubs.  Then we discovered some anti-anal M2M Internet groups including g0ys.org (& now we're not feeling so alone in our past decisions). 

We're lucky in a way -- that since we could be - we've been head over heels in luv with each other.  I tell Tuck that I luv him from toes to nose (& then some). He "ditto's" comments like that -- not being as verbal as me.  We have a very comprehensive domestic partnership agreement (this is a real marriage -- not like the counterfeit the government uses to control people bearing the same name.).  You've got to learn to think differently & doing so has great rewards.

Much love & encouragement to all.  We are 2 of the g0ys.