September 29th. That was the date I began to make & pack my own school lunch.  Seem odd that I'd remember such a thing?  Probably.  But that's only because you never met Cory Mattson. 

Cory was a guy I didn't see much of until our sophomore year - when he made the team.  He was 1st string - like me & drop-dead handsome.  Coach made us workout partners on account that we only lived a quarter me from each other & could share a ride.  It was September 28th that I realized that we needed to share more than that.

Cory's parents were both completely engrossed in their own lives & their addictions.  What's nuts is that their combined income made them ineligible for reduced lunches at school - so Cory had to scrounge whatever he could find - which wasn't much.  On Sept 26th, 27th & then the 28th - he brought less than prison rations to eat -- especially for a guy in his growth spurt & on the team. 

The hero sandwich I built on September 29th had twice the normal ingredients in it.  Twice the turkey, twice the veggies, twice the cheese.  2 cans of cola went into my pack & 2 bags of chips.  At lunch I sat beside Cory & asked him to take half of the giant sandwich my mom made for me every day.  I never let him know I made the extra size because I felt bad for him.  A guy's gotta have his pride.  From that day on - I made twice as much & Cory faithfully joined me at lunch. 

It didn't take long & we were always within shouting distance of the other.  We spotted each other on the weights & made subtle taunts that drove each other to push out "just one more".  Being with him while he was half dressed would have been torture -- except that I made good use of the opportunities to touch him. He was always sore from working out or taking a hit on the field, - so I often had him up on the table in the sports infirmary with a heating pack here & an ice pack there.  I always massaged him around the pain & we had a quiet trust between us.  We horsed around lots & egged each other on in a good way -- but Cory knew that when the rubber met the road (or when his stomach was growling) - I was the one person on the planet he could call 24/7 for help.  I didn't mind at all.  There was something about the way he moved ... his voice & his attitude that filled me when I was around him.  He was an only child - so I guess he adopted me as a brother figure.  I had a brother & I am almost ashamed to admit it -- but I loved Cory more.  My brother moved out of the house for college when spring came & I got his basement room.  It was like living in teen paradise compared to the kid room I'd had before.  He even had his own bath with a roman tub.  He was going to become an architect & he'd always been trying things out in the basement.  I now inherited the benefit of all his experiments. 

We (Cory & I) were both getting big from the constant workouts & we were cut like marble.  Our team was unstoppable & as we got near the end of the year - we began to travel to tournament games around the state.  I always looked forward to the long bus rides with Cory & the team.  The ride back was always the best because Cory & I would usually take the back seat & fall asleep leaning into each other.  Most of the time - I just faked drifting off & used the time to slowly cuddle & rub on Cory as he sat beside me passed out in the dark.  May 30th - on the late night back from an important game, Cory seemed to drift off beside me as usual - but as he drifted off, his relaxed right arm slid over so that his hand was resting on my inner thigh - up against my jock.  We were far enough out of view so that nobody could have seen if the lights had come on for some reason.  Every time we'd hit a bump, his hand would shift just a little bit until it rested palm-open over my straining erection.  I didn't try to move it or pretend in the least that I even noticed -- but Cory's breathing seemed to have a deeper, more frantic timber to it as we rode along.  Finally, as we got near to his house - I woke him up & we decided to hook up that weekend.  He came over Saturday & was blown away at my new room.  I talked him into staying over until Sunday & his mom barely gave it a second thought when he called her.  Too kewl!

Saturday was great but it dragged.  I wanted the night to come.  My parents went to visit friends & left Cory & me alone.  I cooked Italian (hey, I can read a box) & the lasagna was great.  It was about 10PM when it was done & I broke open a bottle of merlot to wash it down with - making sure Cory got the most of it.  I didn't want to get the guy drunk, but I wanted to make him feel like an adult & warmly accepted.  He mentioned that his parents would never let him have wine.  I told him that mine were open & realistic about that kind of stuff & as long as we weren't getting plastered or driving - it was considered responsible, acceptable behavior in this house.

We went down to my room after turning the dishwasher on.  Cory was sure feel'n the merlot & we got telling jokes & talking about the past & good times in the dim light of the TV.  Another hour passed & I suggested hitting the shower & Cory agreed.  Since we'd showered together a million times at school, I just invited him in & I'd "soap him up".  There wasn't much room in the shower for two guys our size - & Cory kept leaning into me because of the wine affecting his balance.  I didn't mind.  We laughed & I hugged him & helped rinse the suds off from him.  With all the contact, I could see he was sport'n a semi - but I didn't mention it.  We finally got rinsed & stepped out & dried each other off.  I'm glad the bathroom had a dimmer.  The soft light really set the mood (at least for me...as I didn't know what Cory was feeling).

I exited the bathroom first & took the headstart to pull the big blanket that sprawled across my bed all the way back.  I sat on the far side of the bed - feigning to watch the TV.  When Cory finally stepped out - wrapped in a waist-towel, I glanced at him & slapped the open side of my bed as an indicator that he was welcome beside me.  I grazed the channels as he climbed in.  It was late night TV so the commercials were fewer & slightly more risqué' than prime time.  That's when the commercial that changed my life came on.  It was an MTV commercial - a PSA that showed 2 guys building a skating half-pipe.  After hammering, drilling & sawing away, -- they were finished.  An open handshake was followed with a kiss & then the message "You never know".

Cory & I both grinned.  With almost perfect timing - we both spoke "You never know..." out loud - followed by laughter. 

I'd just sent out a hint - completely retractable if I felt I needed to.  Cory didn't seem put off by the commercial - & seemed to get the same mileage out of it that I did.  But, was he merely kidding?  Was his joking part of a deeper message - or was he just a light-hearted guy with the subject matter.

As we laid there - I got the courage to put my arm under Cory's pillow & dragged it & him close to my side.  He let out a burst of subdued laughing as I whispered ... "You never know..." as I accomplished the gesture.

"Why do you treat me so good, anyway?", Cory asked in a quiet, serious tone.

I grinned.  "You'll never know...", I replied with the smile obvious in my voice.  The closeness to Cory was making my heart beat faster & filling me with all kinds of good feelings inside.

He grinned & shook his head - as if a riddle he could not answer had been presented to him.  Then  he rolled toward me some & wrapped his left arm across my chest as he snuggled into me.  "I don't have a brother of my own...", he whispered.

I wrapped my free arm around him as I turned slightly.  "You got me bro - & I luv ya way more than a brother...", I softly replied with a smile on my face & my nose almost touching his.

His eyes were bright & glistened in the dim light.  His warm skin was soft & pliant - & the muscles that moved around beneath it made ripples of hardness undulate around him as he made little movements adjusting his posture & recline against my body.  His forehead softly met mine as his alert gaze scanned mine for a hint of the depth of my emotions.

I playfully locked my jaws onto the soft part of his nose as he chuckled some & withdrew his head back a few inches.  As he did, I readjusted my angle of attack & began to nuzzle on his neck.  He began to laugh & his arms straightened some in an attempt to push away, but I held him tightly in my hug as I rolled onto him & wrapped my legs around his to subdue his thrashing.  I used my teeth & jaw to gently gnaw on his neck & throat -- making him squirm with laughter as he tried to escape my hold.  He wasn't really "trying" though.  That body could have produced much more force against mine if he'd really wanted to get away.  No ... he was enjoying the contact of friendly play. 

Cory's hands fount their way to the back of the towel I had wrapped around me & a firm tug momentarily revealed how much energy he could summon if he wanted - as the towel pulled away from me & the velcro around front could be heard giving up.  A large smile was immovable from his face as a deep laugh crept from his throat. 

Taking his boldness as a cue, I tightened my grip around his body with my legs & left arm as I slid my right arm down between us toward the velcro release of his towel.  He yelped a laugh & tried to twist away - but I had a grip on the edge & with a loud velcro ripping sound - I peeled the right side back - feeling my fingertips graze his naked pelvis beneath as I moved.  In a single motion, I slid my hand back across & while lifting my hips some - I slid the left side of his towel away - fully uncovering him & revealing a sizeable erection.  The process of lifting my hips caused the ends of my towel to hang flatly straight down & open a space where I could press my nakedness to his. 

My fattened cock slid up beside his as I pressed my weight down & locked them in place.  I slid my arms around his back & locked them together as my legs tightened around his & held his body close to mine.  He continued to laugh & struggle some but feigned being exhausted as he whispered, "You wore me all out."  As he spoke, he brought both arms around my back & began to lightly rub & scratch along my spine from cervical to lumbar.  I relaxed - still in disbelief that I was balls to balls with my best friend. 

I could feel my nuts hanging low over his as our erections occasionally twitched & pushed each other toward the inevitable.  His hands slowly crawled around covering more & more surface as he caressed my back, head & butt.  The sensation caused me to slowly snuggle into his hug.  The feel of being wrapped up in all that luv'n muscle was making me high.  I lifted my head & met his gaze with a warm smile.  As he smiled back, I slowly planted a warm, firm kiss on his upper lip to the right of his perfect nose.  As I relaxed my head again & let it rest on the pillow beside his - his hug got a little firmer for a few moments & a strong throb moved his penis beside mine.  It all felt so perfect - so right as my dick echoed back the same without even asking permission. 

Over the next half hour - we slowly caressed, nuzzled & kissed each other - gradually changing position until we'd rolled over & I was on my back & Cory was face down on top of me.  Between sweat & pre-jizz, we were hot & well lubed where our rock-cocks docked.  The little twitches in Cory's dick began to occur more regularly & made me stiffen as his peer pressure coaxed the same response from me. 
However, as I remained silent - enjoying his response ... Cory's gentle groans & sighs began to come more constantly with less vocal control as a wave of little cock twitches caused his breathing to get frantic as his gasping strong body become tense in my hug.  His spit wimpers turned into groans & cries of immutable pleasure as powerful contractions in his cock caused wave after wave of hot Cory sauce to gush from his franticly seizing dick onto our heaving abs where it cemented us together as the product of my luv - shooting from my dick- did as well.  After his immediate climax, he let out a long soft sigh as he hugged me in a more controlled fashion & arched his back allowing the last little cum streamers to drool from his exhausted cock.   

I was glad we were alone in the house!  It turned out that I was the first guy Cory had ever been with & the intensity of the event caught him totally by surprise.  From that day on, we made sure that there was background noise & Cory made sure to vocalize into a pillow when we weren't alone in the house.  Man - did I love getting him to the point where he had to!  Pushing that rugged male bod of his to the edge where he lost his composure & control in a wave of pleasure that made his cock erupt & his virile physique writhe in my embrace; -- the experience cannot be translated into writing as much as I'd like to be able to pen each moment & the feelings surrounding his pleasure-laden gasps & yells.  I was totally in love with this guy & the feeling was mutual.

You're heard about finding your high-school sweetheart?  It happens.  We're still together till this very day.  We never got interested in the "gay scene" - primarily for the reason that everybody we knew believed that guys who were sexually into other guys were expected to give & take it up the arse.  Not me & my Cory!  "Disgusting!" - that's what we loudly thought of the entire arse thingy. 

Because we were so vocal about "disgusting arse phuckers" when someone brought the topic up, - nobody made the same-sex connection between us -- despite the fact we were always sitting together on the bus & always hanging out with each other.  Pats on the back, arms around shoulders & sharing everything: We did it all without anyone ever saying "fag".  We were the 'textbook definition' of 'best friends' as far as anyone was concerned.  All we did was loudly shun arse pounding & people were blinded to what was obvious because of the power of the stereotype. 

When we discovered g0ys - it was like: "Yes!  About time WE got a voice!"  Thanks!