Da SkaterBoi:

Sometimes you have a sudden attack of brain cells & figure out what has real value in the world.  I was 17 when I met Brent.  He caught my eye as a "cute dude who drove a mean board".  We just kinda hooked up doing free style stuff down alleys & around the cement jungle.  I had a backpack with a couple of diet iced teas & Brent was more than happy to accept my offer.

When he sat down & took his head-gear off -- that's when he went from "cute" to "gorgeous".  We sat on an old bench in an alley & took a breather as we talked about boards, parts & what a great day it had been for skating.  I don't know where I got the balls to touch him (always playing the str8 boi).  Brent's bronze shoulders had some peeling skin - from the aftermath of too much sun I imagine.  I reached over & tugged the edge pulling off a formidable sheet.  "Looks like you got cooked a while ago, Bro...", I commented.

"Yeah - I got it good.  First burn of the year.  2 weeks ago & just beginning to peel.  Itches like a bastard too.", he replied.  I reached back over & found an edge.  I scratched it some to lift it & Brent's neck muscles relaxed as his head tilted forward.  I grabbed the exposed edge & slowly pulled a strip off about 3 inches long & an inch wide.

"Looks like I might be able to get it all in a few careful moves...", I commented.  "Then you'll be able to tan without the stripes.", I grinned.  Brent only grunted in approval as he turned away slightly - giving me access to his back.  Lightly scratching to loosen the edges, I worked to remove the burn in large swatches.  I'd never seen such a thick skinned burn before.  Brent began to twitch & flinch some as the sensation of being gently touched overpowered his will to stay coherent. 

"So tired ... no sleep last night...", he whispered as I gently scratched around his peeling skin.  I'd managed to get most of the burn off.  Seeing him so tired - & being alone in the alley with just him gave me a boldness I seldom had as I began to firmly & slowly began to massage his upper shoulders & neck.  He let out a soft - barely detectable groan as he slouched forward some more - resting his elbows on his knees with his head lowered.

I slid my right arm around him & slowly pulled him back toward me as I rotated his body some.  He didn't resist - but instead pulled his right leg up onto the bench as I guided his head onto my lap.  His eyes were barely open & as I began to gently scratch his hairline - they rolled back as his lids closed over them.  Little twitches caused the toned muscles on his body to occasionally hop as I continued to tender his big sleeping head & feel his strong heartbeat through his chest wall as I rested my hand on his upper body.  With my eyes, I soaked in every line of his beauty - so strong & so tender at the same time. 

I checked the time on my cell phone.  I groomed on Brent for another 15 minutes & then gently shook him awake.  His immediate disorientation soon turned into a smile as I ruffled his hair & told him he was far too cuddly to be anything other than a best friend or brother - so he might as well join the family by coming over for dinner.  I called a cab & gave the closest intersection to meet us at.  We picked up our boards & walked in that direction as we discussed the latest moves from the skate circuit.

We got to my place & mom had chicken & tater-tots ready with a side of salad.  I introduced Brent & dad played "I'm cool as you guys" by recalling "his day".  Actually, dad was pretty much in touch with reality and there was this part of him - just visible that longed to do all the things I did if it wasn't for that job-thing.  Mom had made peach pie for dessert & with the vanilla ice cream - I was glad I could eat all I did without worrying about getting a gut.  Brent & I left no leftovers.

After, we went to my room & played X-Box for a while.  We sat at the foot of my bed - side by side - kicking each other's arse on the TV as we laughed & exchanged friendly insults.  When we got into a place where Brent killed me repeatedly as I respawned - without giving me a chance to get my bearings - I dropped the controller & went directly at him.  He was laughing too hard to really fight back & I was only throwing mock blows & pulling pro wrestling moves as I worked him over.  I got him pinned - still laughing his head off with an arm behind his back. "You're staying over - right?", I asked - more as a mock demand. 

"I have a choice?", he laughed back.

"Not really...", I answered as a put some pressure on his arm.  He grinned & I let his arm go & turned my pin into a strong upper-body hug that squeezed him hard enough to pop the air past his lips for a second.  Letting go, I handed him the phone & told him to call the powers that be & make it happen.  I was going to take a shower.  I went into the bathroom & did the clean-up routine.  When I entered the room again - Brent handed the phone back & I handed him a towel & pair of clean sweat shorts.  "Clean toothbrush unopened in the undersink cabinet...", I commented as he sauntered into the bathroom.  He nodded as he closed the door.

About 15 minutes later, I heard the washer start as he put his dirty clothes in it & set the cycle.  The door opened & a squeaky-clean Brent walked barefoot into the room.  His perfect body-form put a knot in my stomach & now he was free-ball'n in the sweat shorts I had given him - like I was - in the ones I also wore.  The lights were off except for the TV.  Still, he was so good look'n that the room itself must be aware of him I thought to myself.  I'd been trying not to stare at him since noticing how perfectly he was put together -- but now I couldn't help myself.  "Wash all the cooties off?", I grinned. 

"All of 'em...", he grinned back as he sat down on the bed's edge.  "You gonna peel the rest of that sunburn off me so the itch'n doesn't make me go crazy?", Brent pried. 

"No prob...", I answered as my heartbeat jumped in anticipation of getting my paws on that bod of his again.  I shut the TV off & turned the reading lamp on my headboard on.  Sitting with my legs over the side of the bed - I patted my lap & Brent laid on the bed - face down with his upper body across my legs.  He fluffed the pillow under his head as he relaxed & the muscles on his back returned to their normal tone.  The shower had loosened up more of the burn & I could see it went lower onto his back than I had seen before.  I grabbed my jack-knife from the headboard & opened it - using the blade's edge to lift the edge of the burn so I could get a hold of it.  Brent didn't seem to mind the fact I was holding a sharp knife & using it on his back.  We already had a bond of trust.  My feelings were growing deeper - quickly.

As I got hold of a wide piece of skin - I was astonished how thick it was as I slowly took steps to peel it away unbroken.  It was over 4" long & I was already at his waist line - still peeling!  I felt Brent lift his butt some - signaling that it was okay to move his shorts down.  I slid them down past his glutes revealing his perfect muscular globes.  As I slowly peeled the burn-skin down - I got below his left glute & still it was unbroken.  Brent lifted his butt again as he did a push up. "Just slide them off bro...", he prodded.  I smoothly slid the shorts down past his knees.  He relaxed from his push-up & then bent his legs at the knees so I could slide them off completely.  Then he relaxed again.  The sight of his naked back side - all trustingly draped across me was more beautiful than anything else I'd ever seen.  I slowly worked the burned skin down off him where it decoupled just above the back of his knee. 

"That's gotta be a record...", I commented as I laid the swatch of skin down near his head where he could see it.  I then started on the other side of his back.  That side broke into 4 pieces of sunburned hide as I went.  When I had removed them, I scratched around the area & used the sharp blade to lift any stragglers.  The new skin remaining already had a light tan & was tremendously soft to the feel as & slowly scratched Brent's back side all over.  He gently sighed & groaned under the sensation as I slow-stroked my rough hands & short nails over his lower back, butt & upper legs.  I gradually spread my scratching out to cover areas not affected by the burn because of the effect the feeling had on him.  It felt good emotionally to feel - by his reaction - that he was really enjoying his visit with me.  I had never clicked with another dude emotionally like this before.  Part of me felt like I had somehow discovered the most valuable thing in the universe & managed to get it home.  I didn't want to give him back to whoever might lay claim to him.

Pulling the covers back, Brent shifted around as I slid them down under him - & then back over.  I began to get up to head to my own bed when his deep, relaxed voice asked - in almost a plea, "Stay over here bro..."

"You sure?", I asked - hoping that "yes" was the only word he knew.

"Yeah...you're cool...like your being here."

"Sure...like being around you too bro...', I replied softly.  I shut the lamp off & slid under the covers with buck-nekkid-Brent.  My heart was a humming-bird's & my mouth was dry.  However, I had all kinds of warm feelings deep inside that wanted to be close to him & make him feel good.  He was on his side, facing me.  His silhouette was barely visible & I could hear his breathing.  I slid my left arm under his torso & pulled him gently toward me as I suggested, "Lay across me bro & I'll hunt down any ragged edges of that burn that might be loosened up by now.  He slid up against me & put his left arm across my chest as I shifted my position some - encouraging his left leg to overlap mine.  Moving blankets & fluffing pillows, - eventually he was in my embrace with his head resting on upper left pec, - facing my right side.  I slowly scratched & explored his neck, back & buttocks as I slowly swept the area for more ragged edges.  I found a few over 10 minutes or so.  Gradually, I applied some pressure to his right side - nudging him up off the mattress to more directly lay on top of me.  "Now I can get the right side of ya...", I explained.  He gently groaned some & I wondered if he could feel my hardness through the sweatshorts I was wearing.  His erection was unmistakable. 

I finally built up the nerve & lifted him slightly with my hands as I explained, "I need to get these shorts off; -- They're cutting me in half."  Brent lifted up as I pushed the shorts down & then wiggled them off.  Relaxing, I wrapped my arms around him & firmly pulled him back to me - so that his engorged penis docked beside mine.  I guess the movement & material sliding along his shaft had really nudged him toward losing his nutt because soon after his potent cock kissed up against mine, it began to twitch more causing Brent to spit little sighs & the muscles in his strong arse were beginning to slowly stiffen causing his bubble butt to writhe slowly under my gentle caresses.  As a few more minutes passed - the little twitches from his drooling dick began to become longer in duration & Brent's heaving belly slowly crushed out deep, subdued groans of pleasure - tinted with a sense of growing urgency.  His brow was damp with sweat & his body was peppered with perspiration.  I could feel occasional drops from his underarms & crotch trickle down onto me.  As his back began to arch & legs stiffened, I whispered, "Let it all out, bro...".  Beside mine, I felt his penis get rock hard swollen & with a groan & slow thrust forward that first strong wave along it's length pushed out a streamer of Brent sauce.  I was instantly shooting with him & with the first shot from my gun, I lubricated the outside of his spasming shaft so that I could slide our guns together with some firmness & stay well lubed.  The feeling of being slowly milked by another dude caused Brent to clench his teeth & groan deeply as I used my shooting mantool to coax every last intense splooge out of his.  Over the next minute or so, the intense dick-convulsions of orgasm subsided & Brent melted into my hug as he caught his breath. 

"Thanx ...", Brent whispered.

"No prob bro ... just one dude helping another take the edge off.", I replied - astonished that the reasoning behind my reply came so naturally.  "Guaranteed to make best friends out of a couple of guys in record time...", I added with a smile in my voice & a quick squeeze in my hug.

That night, I had several nice 'Brent-dreams'.  In each one of them, we were as connected as 2 guys can be.  All the emotions of love, friendship & a deep appreciation for the other's physical prowness were incorporated.  Naked skating, swimming & general rough play were elements of all.  Each time I awoke with Brent in my hug - reinforced the bond.  I didn't want this guy to leave for even a day.  There was something to all his male hunkiness that oozed from each of his pores & it was obvious that he liked what I'd done to my bod too.  There was this intense connection & all the feelings of protection that kept me alert for his safety.  I didn't feel like anything other than 100% man with him in my hug; - a hug where I embraced another man & enjoyed his masculinity. 

I woke up at about 6AM with the sound of deep breathing close to my left ear.  I opened my eyes & in the dim morning light coming thru the shades, I noticed how the shape of Brent's face made the most beautiful soft shadows fall across it.  I could make out the pulse in his neck & his mouth was open just a little bit.  I slid my hand gently onto his belly & lightly caressed him as his abs occasionally reacted to the attention by stiffening some.  Brent moaned softly from his sleep as a trail of goose pimples covered his belly under my fingertips.  I slowly made my way down to his naked sides & hips & then over to his impressively sized balls.  As I stroked him with a single finger, his nuts pulled up closer to his body & he straightened his legs - all from his sleep.  His penis began to inflate within his hood & as it fattened up, & gently grasped it & began to work his foreskin back & forth.  From his sleep, his groaning became more frequent - now accompanied by a slow pelvic thrust occasionally.  His breathing began to speed up as his mouth opened more.  I was in no hurry & the sensation of slowly jack'n my bud was a high in itself - so I figured I'd take the slow road.  Soon Brent's cock was rock hard in my firm grasp as I'd slide his foreskin slowly up & then back.  As it occasionally hard throbbed, he'd moan some & his body would writhe a little in his sleep.  His left leg was now uncovered & in addition to his fingers weakly straightening & then curling, the exposed toes on his left foot kept spreading & then curling whenever his butt muscles would slowly push him into a slow thrust.  He was also dripping a good amount of precum as the sweat beaded on his chest & rolled from his underarms.

As his dick throbbed more intensely, I slid my arm under his torso & rolled him toward me.  The movement awoke him & he gladly slid back up on top of me as I hugged him firmly & used my dick to slowly stroke his.  By now he was breathing deeper & faster as his heart pounded like a trance track at a nightclub.  "Feels soooo gooood...", he whispered as hard intense throbs pumped the spunk from his dick into a slimy pool on my naval as I mixed my emission with his. 

He didn't bother to roll off & I didn't want him too anyhow.  I woke back up at 7:30 with Brent's huggable body still pec2pec with mine.  I shook him gently awake.  "Gotta piss like a racehorse...", I explained.  He grunted in agreement & we both staggered to the attached bathroom & shared the bowl in a joint piss.  I reached over & turned on the water flow to the Roman tub & followed up by putting both arms around Brent & pulling him on top of me as I slid back into the tub.  The smile that crossed his face was priceless.  We cuddled & relaxed all tangled up in each other as the tub filled with hot water.  Eventually - we were both weightless in the water & had more room to move as we soaped each other up & scrubbed down - finally relaxing into each other's embrace as a frothy couple of soap magnets.  I say "magnets" because our pelvises managed to interlock & we used our soapy dicks to milk the cum out of each other again.  We were sweating buckets & ended up standing with the shower dumping near-cold water over us as we let everything drain away.  What a way to rinse!

Brent & I went back to bed & he told me that he didn't have anywhere to go because his parents had given him the boot the day before.  Someone had discovered the Internet cache contained pics of buff dudes & several sites for "sexually questioning youth".  He had been told to get out of the home until he was no longer "questioning".  As we talked - turns out we'd been visiting the same kinds of sites & neither of us were comfortable with the "gay" lifestyle that we found online.  It was just too "gay". 

We decided to tell my parents that Brent was homeless because his fundamentalist parents insisted he adopt their version of religion & he didn't.  It was true in a round about way.  My parents were really sympathetic & had already decided that they liked Brent - so they made it clear that if I was willing to share my room - they'd be willing to share the house.  Twist my arm.

We managed to get Brent's records transferred to my school & him emancipated without his parents spilling the beans.  They were really quiet like they were angry or something.  I guess they assumed that my parents knew & that they approved of "our" relationship.  They simply called us undisciplined "immoral unbelievers" & that my parents should be ashamed for being so lax.  My parents were stunned by the disdain Brent's folks showed - considering how well behaved Brent was.

I introduced Brent as my step-brother & we proceeded to be inseparable.  We're still inseparable - attending the same college as roomies.  Like lots of guys - we hang out in the str8 zones & everybody assumes we're only step-brothers & best friends.  Well, it's pretty much the way we feel too.  The difference is merely how deep the friendship goes when the lights are out.  It goes way beyond mere sex.  Sure, pumping a warm wad out of Brent's amorous, writhing body is an awesome experience -- but it's because I enjoy making him feel so good.  We share clothes & stuff without asking.  I'd give him vital organs if he ever needed them - without a second thought.  Love is an awesome thing.  Feeling safe, connected & such a depth of trust is what we were made for.  I still shudder to think what would have happened to him had we not met.  It makes me smile every time I see an empty bottle of suntan lotion.

Now we found this website: A site for guys who feel like we do!  Thanks!