Some 0mens are easier to read than others. At 13, I knew I was into other guys, - like 5:1 over women. Guys -at least the ones I was attracted to - were without drama or the need for emotional-ESP & other head games that so many females are into. And a toned physique on a dude was a dick stiff'ner - for sure.  Combined with the right personality - wow! 

Anyway, as a jock - I chose discretion as the greater part of valor. I didn't relate to the "gay club crew". My motto was: "No-thanks to butt-sex & drag-queens". It wasn't that I was merely disinterested. It was that I found those things to be grossly offensive to my sense of masculinity.  "No thanks; -I'd rather not cut my social-balls off to join your group." And then I found out about "g0ys" while surfing for pics of hott guys. G0YS was a glove tight fit. It's what I was. I knew it with every fiber of my inner self as I read the website's essays, commentaries & rationale's.  "I love my friends; -But playing in assholes is an interest of guys who keep their heads up one." - became my canned response to all subjects "gay".  It worked magic -exactly the way the site predicted!

Of course, all of this internal dialog -remained internal. At 17, as nature turned up the hormones past 10 on the dial, -I was tackled by a guy at an away game who managed to get his sweaty 6-pack in my face as he slid past me slightly on the damp turf.  For almost 3 seconds, the view past my face-guard was toned abs & a dark dusting of pleasure trail. However, it was as I inhaled to reinflate my lungs after the tackle -that this guy embedded himself deeply into my mind -as the most awesome manscent filled my nose & lungs. Whatever the "cologne" was that this guy was wearing, -he had coated his whole torso with it - & the smell was completely mind-grabbing-masculine.   I just wanted to bury my face in this guy's navel & snort him up:  Musk, wood & some other guy-hunger-inducing smells I couldn't begin to identify. Speaking of wood... the 3 seconds of exposure to that guy undid me for the rest of the game. 

We ended up losing. Yeah, it was my fault (at least in my mind). Everything was off - from my timing to my throws.  It wasn't that obvious - except to me; -But is was just enough to sink us by 2 points.

And when I finally saw the dude with his helmet off, -his face matched his body in perfection. I had to meet him, & get to know more about him!  Since we'd be using their locker room after the game, I figured that I'd do the handshake & intro there.

It was a big locker room with several rows of benches, lockers & corners to hide behind.  My nose told me when I was near his locker. Amazing.  His jersey was laying on the bench -just being an aphrodisiac of aromas.  I looked around & picked it up. Holding it to my face, I inhaled deeply. Phuck! That smelled hott, but I tore myself away from it so that I wouldn't be seen rutting another guys shirt.

I figured that he must be under the shower, so I grabbed the shower kit from my gym-bag & crawled out of my uniform.  Rounding the corner, there were about 10 guys all rinsing down under showerheads with pressure so high that the spray was literally fogging the entire room.  Stepping beside my naked target, -I turned the shower on & soon discovered what a car must feel like under the pressure spray at a carwash - except this was heated.  "Aw-man, these showers make ours look like dribble glasses...", I spoke out loud.   

"Yeah, coach special ordered them last year after some trade show he went to.", spoke the voice from the body beside me.

I turned & offered my hand, "Cory Dreyson", I said.

Reaching over, he took it in his: "Greg Telloss", he replied. "Good game."

"For you guys...", I grinned. Greek Greg shook his head in a matter-of-fact way.  "Been here since freshman?", I continued.

"Yeah. It's a great school.  Biggest private one in the state.", he explained.

"Private? I didn't know that.", I replied.

"It has advantages - like this gym & connected health club.", he went on.

"Is this where you work out?", I asked - steering the conversation.

"Sometimes. Public membership too; -But it looks like you already have one...", he said observing my physique.

I hoped I wasn't turning red. I could blame it on the water temperature if I was, I reasoned internally. "Well, universal at home - pretty well equipped.", I explained.

"Must be...", Greg commented -again acknowledging my physique.

"Well...", I began, "You're more toned than any other guy I know - so you've gotta be doing something right.", I spoke as I returned his complement-volley.  Doing so also allowed me to give him a once over visually without seeming to be scoping him.

The guy was an animated muscle-buffet with the tone & temperament to match his hard-bod.  A respectable uncut dick hung between his legs too - almost intimidating, but I wasn't sure if he was completely flaccid or not.  The possibility that he wasn't -- wasn't a thought I felt comfortable focusing on while in the raw beside him - lest he see that I wasn't completely flaccid...

He reached over & cut the water to his shower. I rinsed my head & did the same - walking with him towards the locker space.  "Hey, let me ask you something...", I started - resuming conversation.

"What?", he answered with enthusiasm in his voice.

"What is that killer cologne you were wearing when you tackled me?", I began. "I try to get the good stuff, but whatever you were wearing has got to be the best to ever go up my nose. I've got to get some for me.", I finished. Greg smiled.

"It's private - like the school...", he grinned.

"What ... like they make it here?", I asked - confused.

"No ... Like it's a private manscent - made special for a group of guys with a common interest.", he answered - still grinning. "We just don't give the order-form out to anyone...", he went on.

"Bro...", I began in my best pleading tone, "You've gotta hook me up."

"Maybe later...we'll seeeee...", he subtly taunted.

While I stood there - feeling slightly outside of the "in crowd", -Greg continued: "Hey - there's an after-game get together at my house at 9PM. You're invited & any team-mates who'd like to come along...".

I thought for a few seconds -- trying to posture myself where I wanted to be. "Well, the School's a good half hour away, so I doubt other guys could make it on such short notice, --but I'll arrange it if I can stay over & get picked up tomorrow.".  My offer hung in the air for a few seconds as Greg thought.  I knew it was forward --but there was something about the guy that was pushing me to take chances.

"Yeah ... my parents will be OK with that.', Greg assured me.  I made a call on my cell phone & got the OK from my older brother who was "the final say" while my parents were away in Springfield visiting relatives. My heartbeat was beginning to increase as I wind-tunneled where things might lead in my imagination.

It turned out that Greg's house was only 3 blocks from the school - so we hoof'd it. I walked just behind him to the side so that I could drink in his appearance without him seeing me stare. 

Greg's house was a sweeeeet Gambrel with a downstairs basement that was fully his.  He had a private full bath with roman-tub & weight room stocked with free weights, punching bags & other things jammed in cabinets.  And, the smell of that cologne that he wore filled his living space -- but more dilute than on him.  I checked out the weight room -paying special attention to the bigger weights.  "Nice...", I commented. He smiled.

As I looked more carefully around the room, I realized that Greg had lots of autographed photos from male athletes in every pro sport from wrestling to snowboarding; --But, especially pronounced were the bodybuilders. I counted 15 of them -- all signed originals.  "That's some collection!", I spoke in an enthus'd tone while gazing at his picture compilation.

"I've been collecting since 7th grade.", Greg explained. "I do research & only get certain signatures after I'm sure of who I want to sign.", he continued. "All of these guys have something in common - besides their sport. Can you figure it out?", he asked with a wry grin. 

I looked over the collection.  I recognized: Bob Paris - bodybuilder - par excellence in his day.  Paris did a book in the early '90's called "Duo" with his "boyfriend". Paris was "gay". I pretended not to see any connections -- but my suspicion was that all of the guys on his wall were men who loved men. It made my heart skip a few beats as I considered the possibility that Greg was into guys too.  But, despite my hypothesis -- I played clueless - just shrugging.  Greg added, "I'll see how long it takes for you to figure it out..."

We thru my uniform & stuff in his washing machine & then we made turkey & swiss sandwiches. As we ate, guys from his team began to show up.  By 9PM, there were 15 of us in his house --all downstairs.  In no time, I felt like I was part of Greg's team-family as we all did our own things while staying part of a loose group body & staying somewhat aware of what everyone else was doing - at the time.  By 12:PM, guys were beginning to leave & the handshakes & departure salutations seemed continuous.  Greg seemed intensely close to several of the guys - with extended hugs & handshakes - the likes of which you'd never see in most schools.  For some reason, these guys seemed at total ease being so close.  I had a handful of guy-friends that I was that close too as well; -& I knew what our friendships were like when we were "alone together". I was getting more confident that I was right about Greg --but it's not a thing you just hit a guy with (because if you're wrong -- you've possibly given the wrong guy too much insight into yourself).

Greg said that he was totally spent from the day & he was going to get ready to hit the sack.  I agreed.  His muscular, hunky body seemed to be dragging a little bit when he moved.  He used the bathroom first & I checked out his room while he got ready for bed.  He walked past me in a bathrobe when he finally emerged & I made my move to tie up the shower.  The bathroom smelled like he had earlier that day & once in the shower, I noticed a bottle of massage oil with no label -all except for a strange symbol on it.  I popped open the black lid off & gave it a smell.  Wow - it reminded me of what Greg was wearing -- but there was something missing.  Then I saw another bottle at the other end of the shower/tub with a white cap -- but the same symbol.  Taking a whiff of it, I noticed that it too smelled kinda like Greg -- but with something absent.  Having some insight, I mixed a few drops of each in my hand & then smelled the combo.  With that awesome smell, - the memory of Greg's 6-pack inches from my nose flashed into my mind & my dick began to inflate instantly.  Sholly Huck'n Fit -- what an awesome manscent that was!  I rubbed my hands together & then rubbed the mixture all over my neck & chin.  Turning the water of the shower on -- I stood just out of the direct spray & mixed some more into my right palm.  Using the oil to slick up my dick, I didn't last 60 seconds before I shot my load all over the inside of the rear shower door in an orgasm so intense& long that it made my face red & left the base of my cock a little bit sore.  Watching the water rinse everything off, I had this visual replaying in my head of being cuddled up with Greg as he emptied his nutt in a similar fashion.  It wasn't a self-centered fantasy, - no: It was one where I wanted to make the guy feel as awesome near me as I felt near him.  The guy was a total stud, and whatever this stuff was that he wore -- just brought it out & advertised it in the most non-verbal, matter-of-factly way!  It took about 5 minutes for my dick to comfortably deflate & I'm glad that the shower spray had such good coverage.  However, even after soaping up completely & then rinsing, -the smell of that oil still clung slightly to my hands, neck &, - I presumed, -my cock.

As I threw on my boxer-briefs, I took some relief knowing that I should be calmer (inwardly) around Greg - now that I'd set my hormones back with such an intense orgasm.  As I entered Greg's room -leaving the bath, the sight of him still managed to make my heart skip a beat.  He was on top of his bed in just his briefs -wit his head cocked off to one side of his pillow. The guy was absolutely perfect physically.  There wasn't anything I saw about him that seemed like it could be better proportioned. 

Off to the side of his bed, there was an air mattress already made up into a bed.  "You can take your pick of the regular bed or the air-thingy...", Greg offered in a voice that was growing on me by the minute.

"Air thingy...", I replied - trying to be polite.

"Nahh...You're just trying to be polite...", he smiled as he rolled off the bed onto the air mattress. I shook my head - knowing that a debate was futile. He just laid there near-naked on his back -grinning up at me, -arms over his head & dangling down onto the floor -look'n beautiful, vulnerable & begg'n to be luv'd on.  I was glad for the moment that my dick was still out of breath from the shower-incident...

I slid onto the bed & reached over & turned the lamp off. The room was dark -with just barely a hint of light coming from the smoke detector -which had an red-orange neon bulb.   Greg began to talk about his football practice schedule out of boredom -or maybe just trying to break new conversation. Feeling bolder that usual & a little bit "friendly", I reached over the edge of the bed & located the very edge of the air-mattress.  Moving my hand gently towards the "voice", I quickly grazed his cheek -which stopped his talking with a "wha...?"

Moving my hand downward some, I found his neck - warm, muscular & toned, -at which point I slid my fingertips around to the back of his neck & began to gently apply systematic pressure.  His momentary tension released after a few seconds and I listened to the air leave his lungs -punctuated by a single whispered vocalization of , "uhhh...yeahhhhhh".  A slow, gentle & firm massage applied over the next 15 minutes gradually brought more & more of him under my lone hand as he continuously repositioned himself so I could reach "neglected" muscles to slow-rub them down. As I reached the tendons near the base of his back, he moaned some.

"Lower back tender?", I asked.

"It's kill'n me. Coach has had us doing sprints all week and my arse & back are so sore that I have to sit down slowly."

"Got any glycerin-based lotion?", I queried.

"Will after-shower oil work?"

"Yeah - get it & come back here.", I instructed. Greg slid off the air mattress & went into the bathroom in the dark like he'd done it a million times before.  I slid down onto the air mattress & pulled the covers off it --except for pair of sheets (1 below & one for covering up if need be).  I could hear Greg feeling around in the shower & he came back -- with both bottles.  The aroma was unmistakable. As he got close, I whispered:

"I moved down here. Don't wanna get oil on the bed."

"Sure..OK. What now?", he asked -beginning to feel his way onto the air mattress beside me.

"Just lie down, & get comfortable, Bro.", I went on, "& you'll probably want to ditch your briefs so we don't get them oily, either.".  Greg complied without hesitation -sliding his briefs off & laying down beside me -on his side.  I opened the lid of what I knew was the 'white-cap'd bottle' from the scent.

"This stuff smells expensive, Bro. I'll take it easy with it.", I commented as I slid my hand over Greg's left pec & applied some pressure guiding him to lay on his back. Pouring some into my left palm, I began to work it into his upper body, chest, & firmly into his neck.  The sensation was a drug to him -stripping him of lucidity & making him groan in occasional appreciative sighs.  As I worked my way down, I sat below his waistline & lifted each leg & applying the oiled pressure a firm gentle strokes along & around the muscles of his upper & lower thighs, hamstrings, calves & glutes.  I essentially did both of his feet at once over a 5 minute span. The sensation demanded his attention - just enough to add soft vocalizations to his pleasure-groans.  Then I worked him again once over to get his skin to absorb as much of the oil as possible.

I closed the white cap & took the black-cap'd bottle & opened it. Coating my hands lightly, -I slowly & firmly did his inner thighs. As I reached the perimeter of his large balls along his upper, inner thigh - he didn't give any protestations so I applied a little more oil to my hands & proceeded to gently go over his nuts & then along his semi hard cock being sure to telegraph the fact that oil was being gently rubbed in as I moved & not for the sake of merely feeling him up.  The whole process with his mantool lasted under 15 seconds-tops; --But he was rock hard & his breathing was audibly elevated. 

He wasn't the only one need'n some luv'n at this point.  I slid out of my briefs & onto my back beside him.  Making sure the black-capp'd bottle was within my resting-reach, -I lifted & coaxed Greg's seduced male-bod onto his side & then face to face across me so that his nuts were resting on top of mine & his pecs were kissing mine.  I pulled a pillow over so he could rest his head beside my face.  Taking the black cap'd bottle, I applied a streak along his back.  Putting the bottle down, I began to stroke him along his spine - spreading out to cover all of his back with oil.  The 2 scents mixing was absolutely intoxicating. I could almost swear that I could taste the sweetness of the smell. Amazing.

As I slid my hands down onto his lower back & began to work the knots, I whispered, "Don't hold back; --Just enjoy this bro - totally respectful guy thing going on here ... ok?...".

A hard throb from his cock on top of mine generated a passionately whispered, "Phuk yeah, Bro..." from the depths of his heart's most intensely honest responses." I focused my massage on his lower back because the pressure from my movements caused direct pressure on our mating dicks & caused them to repeatedly hard-twitch & drool precum as they we denied the fast release of being jack'd off in exchange for the slow, wonderful torment of prolonged luv-making.  Greg was in between the sensations of having the soreness kneaded out of his back & glutes vs. the sensations of having his dick slowly seduced by another guy's amorous rod.

Finally, -after about 10 minutes or so of torturously slow dick2dick cuddling, -- Greg's whole body stiffened over a 5 second time frame & his cock got extremely rigid against mine as little frantic twitches were radiated along it's length.  Greg gasped & his jaw opened.  His arse became two globes to steel beneath my hands & he wrapped both his arms around me as he arched his back & thrust his pelvis forward some.  His open maw was beside my ear & I could hear his long exhale punctuated by his pounding heartbeat.  It was an absolutely beautiful thing to behold -even with the lights off -as one hard throb after another shot hot Greg-sauce out of the end of his grand-mal'ing cock onto my abs. Wrapping my legs around the outside of his & pulling his dick in even closer to mine, I proceeded to paint his disgorging mantool in my liquid-luv-sauce as I had an insanely intense orgasm for the second time that night. 

Something about the smell of that massage oil seemed to lower my inhibitions & make the sensations more intense - lasting longer.  "Bro - you've gotta hook me up with that cologne or whatever it is...", I whispered with a smile in my voice.  Greg just chuckled.  "I'll do almost anything for you to get some..."

"What ... like slow-jack me off with your dick?", Greg joked in a whispered jibe.

"Anything but that...", I replied sarcastically. "A guy's gotta have his standard's ya know...", I finished.

Greg began to laugh under his breath - hard.  I cuddled him closer as he fought back laughter's tears & the urge to bust out loudly as he rolled my answer over in his mind.  "It's this oil ... the scent phucks with ya...", I went on...  Greg's body shook in restrained laughter as he considered the irony...

I was enjoying the feeling of him being in my hug & just a little bit out of control.  As I continued to hug, stroke & scratch on him -- he regained his composure as relaxation took him.  "Man, I was hoping that you were interested in more than just my 'cologne'...", he began.  "I about sprang wood when I caught you staring at my abs like that right after the tackle; -& I was wondering if anyone else saw it. Then I kept wondering what the odds were that the hottest guy on the other team was into guys..."

"I'm blushing over here...", I whispered -giving him a tighter hug.

"Well...", he started, "Honestly - my cologne -which is actually a high-quality oil-based manscent; -& that massage oil are sold thru an elite group that I stumbled on while online & feeding my appetites for 'solid studs of quality character'.  I'm into guys, but not into 'gay-sh1t' if that means anything to you.", he continued - pausing.

"Bro - totally there. Guys bitch'n other guys or play'n the female role is a turn-off. I'm totally about respect & I don't hang out with guys who seem to be into DISrespecting other guys -- or diss'n masculinity in general.", I explained.

Greg nodded in agreement & continued: "Anyhow - I found something called a '2-part manscent' -that is - a scent made for men, but designed to be a male/male aphrodisiac blended to drive up the attractions between guys.  It's like cat-nip for the guys who are open to cuddling with other guys.  It won't make a totally straight guy hot for his buds, -but hey, - I've met so few actual 'totally straight guys'...but I digress...  Anyhow, the stuff comes in 2 bottles, & when you mix a little of the (2) together, - wow!  Almost every time I put the stuff on I end up jacking-off before I'm out of the bathroom, --which is why I got the massage oil, too.  I think all the different kinds of wood smells in it give you wood.  "

I grinned. "Yeah, had that experience myself earlier..."

Greg paused momentarily as he considered my comment with a quick squeeze in his hug.  "Anyhow, I wear it down around my navel because I don't need that intoxicating smell in my face all day."

"Yeah...that would be a little too much like spiking everything you ate & drank with Viagra or something...", I grinned.

"Well, one thing I've noticed is how it seems to fast track guys I want to be with into the sack.", he spoke in a way that it was clear that he wanted to explain more. "Or, maybe it's just me...", he grinned.

"I vote for both! I've never been so brazen with another dude as with you -but in a comfortable, respectful way. Somehow, I had this feeling...I can't really say why...", I thought out loud...

"Same with a couple of my buds. Aaron & Jake; -you met 'em earlier; -Anyhow ... I've been putt'n the moves on both of them since I was a freshman --building up the trust level without anyone feeling like he was being dis'd. They're both awesome, stand-up guys.  I'd gotten both of them to the point where I could bust into a massage after wrestling or something & they'd both become like lap dogs - plastered by the feelings, ya know."

"Yeah - I've got a few friends like that too. I'd say that we're as 'close as brothers', but I have a brother -& with those guys, -I'm CLOSER than brothers.  Anyway, you were saying..."

Greg continued: "Well, I got the 'manscent' about 3 weeks ago. Jake was staying over that weekend & we usually hang out in my bed watching late night videos or something until we doze off.  Well, I began to zonk out & each time I'd come to, -I noticed that Jake's head was resting on my chest & gradually moving lower. Finally he'd moved down so low that I could feel his breathing against my lower abs as he deep breathed the smell of that manscent I coated them with.  It's like the guy was doing coke or something."

"No way...", I whispered in an astonished tone.

"Yeah.  I'd hoped at some point to get it on with Jake -you know, cock2cock all wrapped up in him & enjoying the extreme guyness factor of the friendship, -- but what was happening had me off balance.  The fact that Jake'e is one phuck'n beautiful man with an awesome personality to boot is a major heartpounder in itself. Having him snorting the air off my navel & cuddling into my waistline put my dick at full mast about 30 seconds after I figured out what was going on. It took Jake about 10 seconds to find it in that condition.  His motion was so smooth that I don't even know how he got my briefs pulled away from it - but it was like - instantly, my dick was in his mouth and his tongue knew exactly what to do."

"So Jake had been look'n hard at you for a while, too?", I asked - astonished at the story so far.

"Yeah! Blew me away - no pun intended..", Greg grinned. "Turns out he had a cousin or something who he talked to & who told him that his feelings were actually very common & that if he didn't 'make a move' that he'd probably regret it the rest of his life."

"Wow...awesome, Bro...", was all I could say.

"Anyhow, Jake told me that it was that intense 'manscent' down around my crotch that got his enthusiasm up."

"No kidding? Just his 'enthusiasm'?", I grinned thru my comment...

"Really. He said that it smelled so 'hott' that he had a mental picture form of him 'doing the deed' & adding my 'real manscent' to that of the scent on my lower abs. Between spit, sweat & spunk -- we made a mess alright, but the smell up close was so phuck'n masculine that I'd be hard right now think'n about it if I hadn't just busted my nutt with ya."

"Up close?", I asked.

"Close - as in rub your buddy's belly with the stuff & blow him while you deep-breathe.  Then use your tongue to paint his dick & obliques with his spunk after he pumps one out.  The combination of fresh-sweat, spunk & that manscent all mashed together is absolutely orgasmic.  It's what sticks in your mind & gets you hott for the next round."

I inhaled deeply but my nose was too accustomed to the room's smell.  Rolling Greg off me, I slid down closer to his abs & took a deep breath. "1001% maleness.  Strange, hott, sexy impressions, but awesome...", I observed in an astonished tone.  

"I don't know what it does exactly, but there something about that scent that makes the other guy totally desirable to me. I'm not generally  into giving other guys BJ's. Jake was my 1st.  I don't have anything against a guy getting off -& actually like watching my buds as they lose their composure & shoot white streamers from their frantic dicks.  It's really satisfying knowing that I'm helping my buddy feel that intensity & enjoy himself like that. Good empathy. Maybe it was partly Jake doing me first. Whatever happened, -I just knew that I wanted Jake to feel that same intensity as he'd helped me thru & that there was simply no inhibition against going down on him. I knew he didn't have any diseases or sh1t because we talk about stuff as friends anyhow.  All I could think at the time was that 'this guy smells good enough to eat' & tendering that sensitive cock of his with my mouth made it worth the experience when he finally began to stiffen, groan & shoot - writhing around like a cat in heat as I used my lips & tongue to tease-torture some intense,  prolonged orgasms until his dick was empty & left dry-heaving."

"Wow...totally hott...", I commented with a lump in my throat...

"I hope I didn't butcher describing that experience with bad wording -- because it was so awesome & phuck'n bonding that I can't really explain how truly great it was.  I don't want to come across like some guys do when they talk about cheap sex & paint the other person in a questionable light.  It wasn't like that at all. It was sharing something so personal & intense that it'll bond me to Jake'e for the rest of our lives -no matter where life goes or who we end up being with.  I phuck'n love being that tight with my bro's. I phuck'n love what you & me had tonight & I'd like to have a lot more of it as part of a forever-friendship."

"Totally with ya...", I strongly agreed. "I've got a few friends that I occasionally 'milt' out -usually after wrestling & gett'n each other hard with intentional dick grabb'n.  It may start out light hearted --but once the guy is blowing his load -with a yell in his throat &  while his toes are curled so hard I can sometimes hear them crack; ... -Well, what started out as teas'n a reflex out of a buddy's dick becomes the most personal & intense thing a couple of buds can share. I'd never talk sh1t about that, & generally don't talk about it at all --just so nobody else can talk sh1t about it I suppose.  So yeah, I abso-phuck'n-lootly luv my buddies."

Greg paused & then said, "I hope I don't offend you or anyone you might know when I said it a while ago, -but ... I really DON'T relate to gay guys." He paused again. "It's not that they're into guys. It's how the gay-male community represents itself as being into camp, drag & anal-sex.  Sick sh1t..."

"Bro...100% with ya, there...Like I said -- I'm about respecting other guys & their masculinity.", I added in a sigh of relief.

"Respecting maleness - that's the key. Calling another Bro a 'bitch' or 'girl' is really offensive.  If I wanted snatch, I'd be with a chick; -- So, a guy pretending to have one via his arsehole -or worse, wanting to use me like that, -is a sure-fire way to disgust me & p1ss me off.  There's too much guilt-by-association with the term 'gay'.  No thanks.", Greg explained as his tone of voice punctuated his sentiment.

"Agreed. I've found that by staying clear of the term, that I stay clear of the guys I find disrespectful & offensive.  None of my buddies has ever even hinted that they wanted to play inside an arsehole.  I know that I sure don't. Disgusting shit!"

Greg's tone changed slightly as he observed, "Most guys I've been with want the same thing as I do.".  I cuddled into him as he continued & began to knead the muscles at the base of his back. "Friendship: Intense, deep, naked, understanding, friendship. When I really click with another dude, I want the whole benefits package - from caring to cumm'n & everything in between." I grunted in agreement as Greg continued: "The guys I want to call my extended family are those I admire in every sense of the word & are guys that I'd feel good taking a thrashing for because they're men of principle.  The fact I think a bunch of them are studs & love their dicks as much as I love my own shouldn't be a negative thing in a sane world."

"I couldn't have said it better myself.", I encouraged. "That's been the main issue after being with a buddy who empties his dick beside mine: 'Does this make me gay?'. Based on the way you usually see the term used: 'gay' is a mindset that lacks a masculine identity - & is seeking one.  It's a bunch of guys who don't feel like men -so they express themselves in terminology that is unmasculine.  On some level, I suspect that lots of 'gay' guys don't really believe that they're 'normal-men' & so their attraction to men is an attempt to fill a hole in themselves ... no pun.", I finished.  Greg chuckled some -- but the massage was really conquering his waking-state.  "Me & the guys I'm into are all masculine guys who are generally confident in ourselves & enjoy other guys reinforcing that confidence & giving a feeling of being accepted as peers.  I think the very term "gay" expresses a mindset dominated by a group of pseudo-men -- but not us."

Greg let out a brief half grunt of agreement followed by a second groan of approval as I slowed the massage & increased the pressure I was using by a little bit.  He twitched some as sleeping reflexes interacted with the sensations of massage.  As his body relaxed into unconsciousness, I slowed down & lightened my touch -taking the time to caress his muscles & learn the details of his physique.  His hands were incredibly symmetrical & massively sexy in their own right having muscular fingers with soft, light callusing on his palms, - while large, sexy guy veins raised the skin on the tops. 

His neck was thick & muscular -even though his head easily rolled to the side in his sleep.  I supported his body so that his adam's-apple formed a pronounced masculine bump on his trachea near the arteries that surged along the sides of his throat.  His hair fell back towards the pillow making a clear trail of skin that allowed access from under his ear all the way down his neck to his torso & beyond.  Gently using my lips & tongue to plant small smootches along his neck while he slept was an awesome experience.  Occasionally I'd move the side of my face close to his & just barely interlock our stubble & move gently to stubble-luv his cheeks.

What was also great about Greg was that he was about 2 inches shorter than me (I was 6'1" tall).  It seemed like his shorter stance made it easier for me to reach parts of his physique as I rubbed him down.  His extreme muscle tone was awesome to feel in the dark.  There is something about stroking down along a toned guy's body & reaching his waistline & feeling uninterrupted skin -(as opposed to shorts, underwear, etc).  "Naked" speaks about a guy's confidence-level while simultaneously inviting contact (otherwise, why be naked?).  "Naked" looked great on Greg -even in the dark.  His cut flaccid naked penis hung a respectable 4-5 inches under gravity's influence & had a respectable girth.  While it was very attractive, I'm a "whole-package", "big-picture" kind of guy and one of my least concerns is about a bro's dick's dimensions.

The icing on the cake was his perfect feet at the ends of his muscular, powerful legs.  Scrubbed clean & made softer from the shower, --He probably was an 11 shoe-size with the most sexy toes & soft calloused soles.  Even in his sleep, my fingertips caused his toes to groggily wiggle & curl as I slowly tickled his feet.  A guys feet are the key to seducing him with a massage on them, or tickling him into hysterics. In the brain, a guys feet have their sensory centers right next to his genital's.  Ramping up the massage pressure of my hands on Greg's feet caused him to stir just enough to groan deeply in pleasure with each firm squeeze along the side & soles of his stalkers. It was also obvious that he must be using the massage oil on his feet after showering because that intoxicating smell was all over them.  I could only imagine what it did to augment his shoes & socks every time he put them on.

As I gradually became tired & laid back down beside Greg -wrapping my arms around his sleeping torso, -I wondered how shallow a guy would have to be to consider something like this anything other than a priceless experience -- with somebody made in the image of a god.  The thought of having his name & phone-number in my black-book over a lifetime -along with those of my other cock-bonded buddies -gave me a sense of family, support & confidence that less feeling people probably would never enjoy.  Buddy-Luv'n was awesome!  I felt sorry for guys too scared by the "fagfactor" to hook up respectfully with the buds they were warm on. 

Luv'n on another guy as a guy (& not some perversion of form, function or gender) was a far cry from the ads placed by pervs about what they were all about: DISrespecting masculinity!  I knew that the difference was like night & day, -And because I knew this -I didn't confuse buddies respectfully luv'n on buddies as being a 'gay' activity.  Greg's heartbeat was strong & steady...& I drifted off to sleep in my thoughts...

I woke up with some movement in the bed. It took me about 3 seconds to remember where I was. Greg was stirring & pushing himself up off me. Doing so, I noticed his huge erection -probably 8" easily & almost a purple color -like your basic p1ss hard-on. With a grin, I wrapped both arms around him & pulled him back down -making adjustments to his position so that he was cock to cock with me.

"Bro ... gotta piss...", he argued weakly.

"Cumm first, p1ss after...", I jibed. At the same time, I grabbed one of the massage oil bottles & squeezed a dollop on my hand.  Reaching down between us, I lubed up both our dicks --the sensation almost making Greg jump out of his skin.  Wrapping my legs around the back of his I began to slide my hungry erection back & forth along the length of his.  He immediately began to groan in pleasure & slowly began to return the motion.

It didn't take long - maybe a couple of minutes before Greg clenched his teeth & hugged me tightly as he dug in with his toes & thrust forward -shooting an impressive volley of tension-release out of his man-tool.  It took him about 30 seconds to resolve & catch his breath.  Smiling he said, "Now I've really gotta p1ss..."

Still holding him tightly - with arms & legs around him, I asked: "So, you gonna tell me where I can get this stuff? -holding up the bottle of massage oil I'd just used.  He struggled some with a giant sexy smile on his face.

"If you don't let me go, I'm gonna pee on you...", he said in a fake threatening tone.

"Bro...if you pee on me, - I will tickle you until you die...", I said in a half hearted, friendly timbre. "And don't think you'd be the first person I'd killed that way...", I smiled -completing my threat.

His sexy half-laughing smile was too cute to describe. Finally, he said: "It's written on a piece of paper on the headboard."  I relaxed my hold on him & he jaunted off to the bathroom where the unmistakable sound of an intense p1ssing session emerged.  Scoping out the headboard, I found a sticky note with a single website URL written on it. Success!

0-MAN!