Jesse James:

Hi.  My name is James - or "J".  I'm G0Y -- always have been (Didn't always know what it was called though).  One of my first experiences was with a guy named Jesse on the swim team. He was 16 (same age as me) when he moved to our small town & into our school.  Jesse was a real jock with awesome looks & a great personality, who worked out all the time (the 'total guy' package).  He was popular with everyone, & the girls really, really liked him too, - but he didn't date much & had no 'wild' fuck-stories to tell.    Jesse & I hit it off well & we horsed around a lot (wrestl'n, pranks).  Now, all the guys on the team (heck, probably in school) were circumcised, except for Jesse.  I could tell he was self conscious because in the school showers, he'd stand back-too, & always had a towel or something hanging down -- covering his groin. I figured that if he was self-conscious that I'd find a way to make a comment to build his confidence without seeming out of place.  The coach gave the outdoor pass-code to the pool room to all of us on the swim team provided we never used the pool alone.  On one weekend I asked if he wanted to practice diving on Sunday & he agreed without any hesitation. Well, he showed up at the pool sockless in his sneakers & free-balling. While I was under water he pulled his clothes off near the pool - but just out of sight of the glass doors. I surfaced as his pants were going down. He saw me come up near the pool's edge & tried to look unconcerned that I could see his package, but I'd seen him in the locker-room too many times trying to casually cover it to evade any comments that a wise-ass guy might throw at him. I focused my attention at his crotch so he could clearly see that he was being checked out. "You know...", I began to speak while still looking over his groin area from the pool's edge. Jesse's body tightened a bit as he waited for the insult. "If I'd have known how much better UNcut dicks look; - I'd have kicked the doctor who cut mine right in his face. But, alas, I was only a week old at the time." Jesse smiled weakly looking down & then up at me.
"Really?" he questioned.
"Bro, looking at that masterpiece, -I feel like I was mutilated at birth.", I replied. Jesse grinned louder.
"Actually, I always kind of wished I was cut ... because guys have said things - called me names.", he replied in a softer tone.
"Let me guess: When you were 8, 9, 10, 11ish; - Right?". Jesse nodded. "Brother, puberty is the great reset. The needle-dicks of adolescence take their final forms & while every cut guy's sorta takes the form of a bald cartoon character, - uncut guys suddenly make it obvious that the part that got chopped off the cut guys had real purpose - functionally & aesthetically.', I affirmed. Jesse's entire body relaxed over the course of my words. "Bro, if word slips out that you're packing that between your legs - every slutty Susie at school is gonna want to jump you." Jesse was smiling ear to ear as my encouragement set in his mind. "And, finally", I began to tie up the commentary, "If anyone in the locker-room talks sh!t about your mantool then say something like: 'This is what a man is supposed to look like. I'm sorry to see that someone tried to cut your's off. Looks like you're still dealing with the trauma with Stockholm Syndrome!'."
Jesse got laughing & fell over before he could get his last leg through the remaining hole in his speedo. "Stockholm Syndrome!", he repeated. "Like he's come to identify with his oppressors!', he continued.  I smiled & gave him a thumbs up as I enjoyed the glow of laughter on his face.

Near the end of our junior year, Jess sprained his ankle really bad walking (ok, - running) down a path in a large public park at the edge of town.  I helped him gets his books around to class (he had crutches).  A week or so before exams, I asked Jess if he wanted to come over & study.  Since he was off his feet (pretty much), he agreed.  I don't remember much about studying that night.  I talked Jess into taking a hot Jacuzzi - before which we unwrapped his ankle.  All the bubbles obscuring the view beneath the water lowered any of his remaining  inhibitions about being naked in the tub.  We were careful, but he banged his ankle a few times, so I sat  across from him & supported his leg.  I remember feeling good inside because I was helping my best friend relax & being the 'protector' of the 'all-important-ankle'.  Sounds corny now, but having Jess's approval meant lots.  Anyway, while we relaxed, I slowly & carefully massaged his ankle & surrounding foot, leg, etc. while asking him when he'd be off crutches, & other questions.  He didn't talk much though.  I suspect he was one of these 'only-child' guys that never got touched, so the sensations from my hands really plastered him.  After a while, we decided we were way too warm to stay in the tub, so I got out & put on a terry robe & got one for Jess.  My room was near the Jacuzzi (basement), so we went there & I told Jess he could have the bed (on account of his bad leg).  I don't know where I got the nerve, but I casually grabbed a bottle of hand lotion & told Jess I was going to work some more of the swelling out of his ankle.  His simple response, "Awesome" sticks in my mind til this day.  Now, some people are into 'feet'.  I don't worship them or anything like that myself; --  However, there's something about getting a muscular, 6-foot guy naked & barefoot that increases his 'massage susceptibility index' (if such a thing exists).  I spent at least 15 minutes rubbing his foot/ankle.  After a while, I asked Jess if he wanted me to do his other foot.  His response was simply to move it close enough for me to easily reach (a nonverbal "ah-huh").  Every once in a while, a soft groan would come out of him.  As I applied more lotion & worked my way up his legs, the groans slowly followed my hands into new areas.    As I got up to his knees, I reached over & turned my lamp to 'nightlight' mode & then slowly continued to add lotion & massage.  His legs were massive slabs of muscle that hung relaxed from his bones with strong tendon anchors.  The higher I got, the more of the robe I pushed off his legs.  When I got to his upper legs, I made sure to steer clear of his manhood (which was pointed downward resting between his balls).  I undid the belt of his robe letting the sides fall away revealing all the sculptured looks of every virile male stereotype ever discussed.  Jess was a total stud.  Although the light was super dim, I commented, "There's that dick again, making me feel inferior".  Jess's response was to grin from his otherwise super-relaxed physique; - which spoke volumes about his self image.  I remember telling him something like I had heard that it performed better sexually & women enjoyed the feel more.  "Really?" , he asked.  Then I explained something like that his foreskin had nerves of its own & if he went slowly after retracting it, the foreskin would give him enough feel of the entire area so that he could slowly slide his ultrasensitive unsheathed glans back & forth  for long, wild love making without having to use harder thrusts, - like cut guys did.  I guess I painted a good visual picture because it took about 30 seconds for his penis to go from 4" flaccid to a 7" semi.  I remember saying something like "Wow, that's totally intimidating dude as it grew & swung from pointing 'south', to 'north'.  "You're a total machine, Jess..." (I remember the 'machine' part of the comment for sure).  He explained that he hadn't been with anyone in a while & what I said got his imagination going.  I chuckled quietly & chided something like "oh really?" across my smile (so that you could hear the smile in my voice).  I went on by saying something along the lines of "Like when you're imagining being up to your balls in mouth & tongue & you can feel her desperately trying to slowly swallow your cock even deeper, - trying to coax out your waiting wad?"  His cock must have been 7" - almost 1.5" thick - &  rock hard; --  his pulse making it throb in sync with his heartbeat.  Jess snorted & said something like "Dude! Now I'm gonna have blue balls all night.".   I remember downplaying it & saying, "Sorry, I'll help it to go away (through my smile)" while grinning ear to ear.  I also suggested that we get rid of the robe & cover up with the blankets  & I'd massage his upper body, neck...  He moved around as I pulled off his robe & rearranged the covers.  I dropped my robe & climbed under too & began to slowly massage his upper body.

Eventually I got him on his side facing me - moving my arm closest to him, - under him.  Then I coaxed his leg & good ankle over my legs as I rolled him toward me (so I could reach around to do his back).  When I felt his semi-hard-on, I asked him how much he weighed (not that I cared... but it made a good precursor excuse for what I had planned).  I don't remember what he replied, but my response was something like "you're a lightweight, up ya go" as I pulled him against me & then up on top of me so that we were pec to pec, balls to balls, shaft beside shaft.  I put a pillow on my left shoulder so he could rest his face beside mine.  Neither of us acknowledged that we as hard as rocks in the cock department, as I continued to slowly massage his lower back -- with my arms wrapped gently around him.   Every once in a while, I'd feel his cock throb or pulse -- usually with brief twitches, but sometimes more - a strong stirring from deep down near the base of his balls. My heart was beating a zillion miles an hour; & I could hear his strong, fast heartbeat affect his breathing.   We weren't even trying to get each other off (no motion or anything to try to make things happen faster).  Just feeling his cock periodically throb  - sending waves of intense pleasure through his muscular body that reflexed Jesse's feet & curled his toes in slow, uncontrollable spasms (just the realization -- the knowing that Jess was gradually losing control of his reactions) held me captive against him - not wanting to end these feelings of pleasure for either of us.  Periodically a penis would involuntarily pulse in a slow hardening throb, -- & the other would echo back, -- causing the self-reinforcing cycle to repeat in ever increasing frequency.  As the occurrences of rod-stiffening increased & toe curls intensified, Jess began to groan more as he slowly approached climax - losing control of his ability to suppress his nutt.  Eventually, the rod-spasms began to happen harder, once every few seconds, -

And as Jess began to lift his hips off mine (probably to be 'polite' so not to splooge all over his 'buddy'), -  I slid my hands down onto his muscled butt; -- pulling him back toward me; & I reassured him by saying something like "Its kewl ... a guy thing;  - Relax into it bro...just give it up.".  Jess relaxed back into me (gave up on leaving during the crescendo); -   & as his velvety, iron hard shaft slid back into position along mine; -- that was all it took.  I hugged him a little harder & lightly slithered my rod along his, - & his groaning suddenly got much more frantic as his muscular body stiffened, - his back arched  - & his engorged penis began to powerfully, -- rhythmically shoot its hott man mix in powerful spurts onto my belly, -- driving me over the top as my full dick returned a thick volley of my own.  It felt tremendously bonding as our abs & navels were covered in our mutually mixed mess - the product of our enjoying the released erotic responses of the other.  I'll always remember the awesome feeling of being emotionally-at-one with my best friend as I coaxed his testosterone controlled, muscular body to betray his voluntary control & succumb to the artery bulging reflexes of a slow, passionate, tension-releasing, teenage-intensity orgasm.. The feeling of slowly pleasuring him over the 'edge' to where he was groaning gasps & tense in my embrace as sweat & spunk slickened our entangled nakedness - is an emotional high that words cannot express (although I tried here)!  After all the little cock twitches stopped (must have been minutes - teen cocks keep on going & going [coming & coming?]), I remember breaking whatever ice there might have been by assuring him that it was 'just a guy' thing.  Nobody got bitchified (no anal); & nobody else needed to know what best buds do to take the 'edge off'.  And please Jess: sprain your other ankle as soon as possible!  Jess relaxed (&, I was still massaging him as I hugged him) but I guess he was a little bit overwhelmed that he'd just got his rocks off, balls-to-balls with his best friend.  The fear of "being labeled an alphabet group child" can be a real moment wrecker.  It's not the actual experience of being with the other dude (a tightened ass, curled toes, & a frantically-ejaculating penis are good signs of a pleasurable encounter); -- But it's the fear of what anyone who 'didn't understand the real level of the emotional bond' might say to accuse.  Some people have a way of expressing the most awesome of moments, - in the most vulgar or terms; -- especially when they're describing somebody else's 'moments'.  Stereotypes often suck.

Teenage hormones being what they are, - about an hour later, we got closer, - cuddly, & as foot slowly slid over foot - then leg over leg (still gently supporting Jess's ankle), -- we got wrapped up in each other; -- Again to throat the urgent groans that are understood in all human languages.  Jess & I stayed cock-close through high-school; -- & that summer was totally fuck'n awesome <pun intended>.  We spent so much time camping at the lake that people made comments like: if we spent much more time together, people would begin to think we were gay.  We always laughed it off, & even played along with it (making 'self-deprecating  jokes while laughing) - as if to say "AS if!".  Human psychology is so messed up!  He went away to another college & when he'd visit, we always hooked up & made sure we had lots of privacy.  I'm quite sure that I'm the only guy Jess ever hooked up with, -- but I know he was really tender on some of our friends too.  He eventually got married & has kids.  We still call each other long distance & rehash old times (those you can discuss on the phone).  I never married (Women just don't do anything for me) & although I've had a few great friendships turned tender & cuddly, nothing was ever as intense as Jesse. Lots of guys/g0ys have a difficult time accepting themselves & the gentle relationships they form with other g0ys.  The 'know-it-all" liars in high places have done their best to erase 40 centuries of frottage-based-g0y relationships; & replace that noble image with one of anal-based, self-centered, promiscuity.  
NOTE:  I never got into the mainline "gay" scene.  Too much of it is a call to abandon basic masculinity.  I've never been interested in anal sex, & none of the relationships I had with other 'generally-str8' guys ever made it an issue.  Turns out that there are lots of guys in the same mindset.  

Lots of g0ys who are also into women are able to easier withdraw into the appearances of "straight" life.  But, relationships are  more than about sex ... way more.  Sex is about naked bodies & what you can get; -- But, LOVE is about naked souls & what you can give! I.E: If any of my g0y-friends ever needed a redundant organ (like a kidney), they'd not need to ask me twice (I've got an extra -- here ya go...)!   See, love places great value on the other person.  Love is sacrificial.  Love never fails.  Sex by itself is a thin, pale consolation - but it is still part of our basic human desire for fulfillment & expression (lest anyone suggest that my diminishing of it somehow equals a dismissal of the very real need for copulation).