I lay on my bed, my chin resting in the upturned palm of my right hand, staring out my bedroom watching Chris push the roaring lawn mower around the back yard of his parent's house. His blonde hair shimmered, like silken strands of gold, in the bright sunlight, and fluttered ever so slightly in the gentle breeze that washed over him. His hard, lean, tan, swimmers body glistened with sweat as he maneuvered the roaring machine around the base of his mother's prized rose bushes. His grass stained sneakers kicked up tiny green shavings as he walked through the yard.
The light gray, nylon-jogging shorts, that Chris was wearing, were damp with sweat. They clung, like a second skin, to the hard, round cheeks of his firm ass, and the well-packed pouch of the jockstrap I knew he wore beneath them. I didn't have to guess at what comprised the huge bulge that strained at the almost sheer fabric. I knew for certain. I had seen Chris' spectacular equipment, two times a week, all during high school. One of the four classes that we took together was P.E. Every Tuesday and Thursday, at 1:30 P.M., Chris would stand beside me and strip off his clothes, revealing the body that he was so proud of. It took every ounce of control I had to keep from dropping to my knees and worshipping the golden god that stood next to me. The only thing that kept my cock from stiffening, as I stood naked beside him, stealing side-ways glances at the body I wanted to know so badly, was the fear of being labeled a fag.
"I'm in love with you, Chris," I whispered to myself as I continued to watch him guide the roaring machine over the grassy surface. I've been in love with Chris ever since his family moved into the house next to ours four years ago. We were both fourteen at the time. I don't know how many times, over the past four years, I've tried to tell Chris that I'm gay. Just when I thought I had found the courage to say those two simple words, I'd look into his pale blue eyes and remember how dear his friendship is to me. Then I'd think about the awful risk I was taking by revealing my darkest secret to him. The risk of losing his friendship. The risk of being rejected by him. I would rather have suffered all the torments of hell then lose Chris as my best friend.
But time was running out as far as I was concerned. In two weeks Chris would be leaving for California. He'd been accepted at UCLA. Once he left, I had no way of knowing when, or even if, I would get to see him again.
When Chris first told me his great news, I thought it would be perfect. I could write him a letter and reveal my secret to him that way. That would be easier than telling him to his face and running the risk of seeing a look of disgust on his face as he called me a "fucking faggot," and told me to get the fuck out of his life. But the more I thought about the idea of writing him a letter, the more I came to realize that that would be the coward's way out. This was something that I needed to tell Chris in person, and not on the written pages of a letter. I owed him that much because of the respect that we had for each other. Plus, there was, in my opinion, a remote chance that he might be gay also. I had, on a number of occasions, caught him checking out my family jewels, as well as those of the other guys in the locker room. Even though the thought of Chris being gay filled me with joy, the more logical side of me said that it was nothing more the curiosity. After all, even straight guys were interested in finding out who, in the class, had the biggest cock, and how theirs compared to it.
Suddenly, the roaring mower was silent, and Chris began pushing it towards the garage. The sweat that coated him back glistened in the bright sunlight as he disappeared in the white, cinder block building.
"It's now or never," I told myself as I gathered every ounce of courage I had. I jumped off my bed, and practically ripped of the jeans and tee shirt I had on. I dug through my dressed drawers to find the light blue, nylon running shorts that I had bought earlier in the summer. When I found them, I pulled them on, not bothering to put anything on under them. I turned and faced myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. My cock and balls hung down the right leg of the silky shorts, and made an inviting bulge. I slipped on a pair of leather sandals, took a deep breath to buck up my courage, and headed for the front door.
A few minutes later I was standing in the doorway of Chris's garage. He was crouched down, scraping the matted grass shavings off the bottom of the up-turned lawn mower. The narrow, white elastic band of his jockstrap stood out above the waistband of his shorts. I could see the top of the hairy crack that separated his firm ass cheeks. I felt a tingling sensation in my groin as my cock lengthened just enough that the tip of my rosy cockhead was peeking out from under the hem of my shorts.
"How's it going, Chris?" I asked causally when I entered the cool, shaded confines of the small building.
"Hey, Tim. What's up buddy?" Chris asked cheerfully as he looked up at me from his kneeling position.
"Nothing much," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness that was building up inside of me. As I thought of what to say next, Chris lowered his gaze to my crotch. Again I felt my cock stir and lengthen slightly. I knew, without looking, that the entire heart shaped head of my cut meat was now protruding out from under the hem of my nylon shorts.
"Hell of a day to be cutting grass," I said, trying to sound relaxed.
"Uh? Yeah," Chris sputtered out as his eyes again met mine. When he turned back to his work, I lowered my hand and tired to stretch the leg of my shorts so as to cover the fully exposed head of my cock. Silence passed between us, for several seconds, as I struggled to find the right words to tell Chris what I had come here to tell him. When I had my thoughts collected, and the words all in place, I took a deep breath and said,
"Chris, there is something I want to tell you. It's something I've wanted to tell you for the past few years, but...but I was afraid to. Afraid of losing you as my best friend."
"Oh. What's that?" Chris questioned, never looking up from the task he was performing.
"First, I want you to know that I'm telling you this because I respect you, and I feel you deserve to know the truth about me." The words poured nervously out of my mouth. "I also want you to know that your friendship means a lot to me. If, however, after hearing what I have to say, you decide that we can't be friends longer, I'll understand. But I really hope that what I'm going to tell you won't change things between us. I really hope that we can still be friends."
"So tell me already," Chris chuckled, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I looked at his twinkling baby blues and perfect smile and I felt my courage begin to waver as the two simple words that I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. Chris continued to stare, unblinkingly, at me as he waited to hear the news that I had come to tell him. I swallowed hard and blurted out,
"I'm gay." The smile disappeared from Chris's face and I felt my heart sink deep into the pit of my stomach. My palms began to sweat as a flock of butterflies began fluttering about inside me. Nervously I asked, "Did you hear what I said?"
Chris said nothing. For several more moments he crouched motionless beside the up-turned lawn mower. The, he slowly stood up, his hard stare fixed on my eyes. Wordlessly he moved to the front of the garage, and yanked the door shut. It closed with a crashing bang.
"Say something, Chris," I pleaded, my heart beating rapidly, fearfully, as I watched him move to one wall of the small building. He pulled a folded canvas trap from one of the wooden shelves, and spread it out on the center of the grimy cement floor. He kicked off his grass-stained sneakers and stood in the center of the gray square.
"Come here!" Chris ordered roughly, his eyes never leaving mine, as he pointed to the spot in front of him. I hesitated for a moment, then slipped of my sandals and stepped in front of him. As I did so, he put his hands on my shoulders. His eyes now sparkled impishly in the dim light that filled the concert building, and a smile slowly parted his moist lips. I could feel his warm breath against my face as he softly said,
"So, you finally got around to telling me. I've been waiting four years to hear say those two words." Before I had the chance to say anything, Chris pressed his lips to mine as he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close to him. The nervousness that had welled up inside me quickly drained away as his tongue entered my mouth. It played briefly with mine before I pulled my lips from his.
"You mean...?" I asked dumbly as I looked into Chris' eyes.
"Am I gay?" Chris said the words for me, and then added, "If I weren't, I wouldn't be standing here with my arms around you, aching to make love to you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, as Chris' words sank in.
"Because I wasn't totally sure if you were, and like you, I was afraid of losing your friendship if I came out to you and you weren't."
"This is fantastic!!" I said, grinning widely, as I put my arms around him. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. I don't know how many times I've fantasized about making love to you while I was jerking off. Every time I saw you naked in the locker room..." Chris put one finger to my lips to silence me.
"Shhhh. Enough talk. Let's do what we've both been wanting to do for four years." He said softly as he moved his lips closer to mine. "Let's make love," he whispered sensuously before pressing his lips to mine.
Chris' tongue slipped into my mouth as he pulled me tight against him. The feel of his bare skin against mine sent waves of heated pleasure surging through me. Out tongues danced inside my warm, moist confines of my mouth, as our hands eagerly explored each other's bodies. My cock swelled to its full seven and a half inch length, and Chris' hardened inside the tight confines of his jockstrap, as we lustful rubbed our fabric cover cocks together. When our lips parted, I slipped from Chris' embrace, and began to lick and kiss his hot body as I slowly sank to my knees. The salty taste of Chris' sweat filled my senses as I licked and kissed his hairless chest and stomach. When I was finally kneeling in front in Chris, the bulge in the front of his shorts was more than double the size if had been when I first entered the garage.
My hands trembled slightly, with nervous excitement, as I slid my fingers inside the waistband of Chris', shorts and the elastic band of his sweat soaked jockstrap. Slowly, I began easing the two pieces of concealing material over his gently slopping his. Within seconds, his thick bush of golden pubic hair came into view. The sandy colored nest was a shade darker then the hair that capped his head. I pressed my face into the soft mound of hair, and deeply inhaled the musky scent of Chris' sweaty crotch. I could feel pre-cum oozing from my cockhead as I licked and kissed the sweat-dampened hair.
I eased the concealing material down another inch, and was rewarded for this slight effort when the base of Chris's hard cock came into view. My heart beat wildly within my chest, and I trembled with excitement, as I prepared myself for my first look at Chris' hard meat. Not being able to wait another minute, I yanked his shorts and jockstrap sown to his knees. My eyes widened with delight when Chris' hard, thick prick sprang free of the confining fabric, and slapped hard against his flat stomach.
"It's beautiful," I half whispered, my voice slightly hoarse with lust, as I tenderly stroked the smooth, warm shaft of Chris' hard-on. It was the most beautiful piece of man meat that I had ever seen. It was nine inches of rigid flesh that curved gracefully up from his hairy crotch. A golf ball sized, mushroom shaped head, capped the thick shaft. Blue veins wove their way around the meaty pole, and pulsed with every beat of his heart. Dangling beneath this ivory tower was the slightly wrinkled, hairy pouch that held Chris' two egg-shaped balls.
My hands trembled even more as I wrapped my fingers around the base of Chris' meaty shaft, and tenderly stroked the full length of it. I was rewarded for this loving effort when a large drop of Chris' clear pre-cum oozed from the narrow piss slit of his cockhead. My mouth watered as I hungered to taste Chris' pre-fuck juice for the first time. I looked up at Chris, who was smiling down at me, and my eyes silently asked permission to suck his beautiful cock.
"Go ahead, Tim. It's all for you, baby," Chris said softly. My mouth watered hungrily as I prepared to take the first taste of the cock that had haunted my wet dreams for so many years.
"Ummmmm," Chris moaned long and low as I slowly engulfed his big cockhead in my warm, wet mouth. I rolled my tongue over the smooth, spongy surface, washing away the slight trace of dried sweat. Slowly, lovingly, I drew more of him into me. My tightly encircling lips gently caressing the hard, warm flesh as I lowered my head, taking three quarters of his thick cock deep into my mouth.
"Ohhhh, baby! I've waited so long for this moment," Chris moaned softly as I raised my head until only his pulsing cockhead remained inside my mouth. My own cock had swollen to its full seven-inch and a half-inch length, and was straining for release against the silky fabric of my shorts. With my free hand, I pushed the nylon fabric to my knees as I began to bob my head up and down the hard, thick cock that filled my mouth.
"That's it, Tim. Ahhhhh! It feels so good. Ahhhh! Take it all, Tim. Ohhhh, yeah, lick the again. That's right, baby. Ohhhh!! Yeah!!! Eat my fucking cock," Chris moaned as I expertly sucked his delicious piece of man meat. I felt his fingers caressing my cheeks as I pumped my hot, cock hungry mouth up and down his hard cock shaft. Chris held my head firmly in place as he began to fuck his steel hard cock in and out of my mouth. With each forward thrust, he would sink more of his cock into me.
"Ohhhh!! Yeah!!!" Chris moaned loudly when his big cock head finally penetrated the tight opening of my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I strained to keep from gagging as he forced more of his thick meat deeper in the narrow tunnel. He began to rock his hips back and forth, gently fucking his hard cock in and out of my throat. With each forward thrust, Chris slide several inches of his thick cock deep into my throat. My nose lay buried in his soft bush of silky cock hair, and my chin pressed against his cum filled ball sac, as Chris ground his crotch against my face. The circular motion caused his cock head to tub against the sides of my tight throat. I tightened my lips around the thick base of his cock shaft as Chris began to ease his meaty pole out of my mouth. Chris' big meaty cockhead slipped free of my lips with a low popping sound. His spit coated rod glistened in the sunlight that filtered into the garage through he small windows on the walls.
"Lay down," Chris whispered while stepping out of his tangled shorts and jockstrap. I kicked off my shorts as I lay back on the hard surface. Chris sank to his knees and then stretched out on tops of me. His lips pressed to mine as our hard cocks mashed together between us. Our tongues danced inside my mouth as our hands roamed over the smooth surface of each other's body.
"I love you, Tim," Chris said softly, tenderly, when our lips parted.
"I love you too, Chris," I said as softly as I looked into his pale blue eyes. As I brushed my lips against his I whispered, "Make love to me, Chris. Show me how much you love so that I can prove to you how much I love you." Chris pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. When I lips parted, Chris began to slowly work his way down my hard, lean body.
Low moans of pleasure escaped from deep within me as he tenderly nursed on the erect, sensitive nipples of my hairless tits. His warm, strong hands caressed my sex-heated skin as he licked and kissed his way towards my hairy crotch. His bare chest rubbed against my rigid dick as he sank deeper between my wide spread legs.
I shivered with pleasure when Chris engulfed my stiff cock in his hot, wet mouth. I groaned softly as he began caressing the hard, slender with his soft lips and warm tongue. I raised my head and watched as Chris fucked his hot, cock hungry mouth up and down the length of my rigid shaft of my throbbing cock. Tingling waves of pleasure coursed up and down my spine, electrifying every nerve in my body, as I watched Chris make love to my cock.
"Ohhh! Yeah!!" I groaned loudly when Chris forced my heart shaped cockhead into his tight throat. "Oh!! Shit!!!" I cried weakly as he jerked his head up and down, fucking my prick in and out of the narrow channel. Within minutes, Chris' expert movements were pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I knew if I didn't stop him soon, I would reach the point of no return. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls as Chris continued to fuck his throat with my hard meat. My body screamed for release while my mind silently begged him to stop. I wanted this moment to last forever. 'This can't end yet!' my mind screamed. I opened my mouth to speak, but only moans of pleasure spilled out. The words I wanted to say were caught somewhere deep inside me.
Chris sensed my impending orgasm when my body stiffened, as I fought to hold back the on rushing load of cum that was beginning to surge through my meaty tube. Instead of stopping, Chris quickened his pace. He jerked his head up and down the now super hard shaft of my rock hard cock as he played with my cum filled nuts. I knew that I couldn't hold back the load of hot cum that was rushing for release, any longer.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" I screamed as the first wad of my thick juice blasted into Chris' mouth. Wave after wave of hard pleasure rocked my body as I squirted my rich, warm ball cream into the hot mouth that was expertly draining my aching balls.
As my climax began to subside, Chris wrapped one of his strong hands around the exposed shaft of my cock, and milked the last few drops of seed from my now drained nuts. When he was satisfied he had gotten all of my thick juice, Chris let the now super sensitive head of my hard cock slip from his cum filled mouth.
I lay panting, gasping for breath, as Chris rose to knees between my wide spread legs. He stroked his hard, thick nine-inch cock as he massaged my spit slick prick. I watched, through half closed, lust filled eyes, as Chris opened his mouth and let the heavy load of cum, I had just deposited there, spill out into the hand that he has raised to his chin. When he began to smear the warm, white cream over the length of his thick cock, I knew what was about to happen. Eager to feel the hard length of his meaty cock deep inside me, I raised my legs and pulled my knees tight against my chest. I reached down with both hands and spread the firm, white cheeks of my ass, exposing my hairy, pink rosebud.
"I've saved this honor just for you," I said softly, sensuously as I fingered the puckered ring of muscle. Chris' eyes widened with surprise and a smile parted his lips as he asked,
"You're still a virgin?"
"Yes," I said as I nodded my head, and then added, "I wanted you to be the first. I wanted it to be your cock that took my cherry." Chris smiled warmly at me as he lowered his cum coated hand to my up turned ass. He smeared some of my thick cream over the tiny opening, and than slowly eased one finger into the tight canal. Instead of the pain that I had expected to feel, I felt a warm pleasurable sensation spread through me. Slowly, Chris fucked one, then two fingers in and out of me, coating the walls of my chute with my own sticky spunk, preparing it to receive his engorged prick. When he felt that my inner muscles had relaxed enough, he eased his fingers free of my grasping hole. As he leaned forward, Chris pressed the tip of his cock against my now quivering hole as he pressed his lips to mine. As his tongue invaded my mouth, Chris jerked his hips forward and forced the huge head of h is cock into my virgin asshole.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" I screamed painfully into his mouth as I clamped my sphincter muscles tightly around his invading weapon.
"Relax, Tim. Just relax," Chris said soothingly as he tenderly caressed my face. I breathed deeply through my mouth as I attempted to force my protesting muscles to relax and accept his thick cock. I cried out as another wave of pain shot through me when Chris eased another inch of his thick, cum slick cock shaft into my burning hole.
"Do you want me to take it out?" Chris asked softly, his voice filled with love and concern.
"No, no." I groaned through clenched teeth. "I want you inside me, Chris. I want you to fuck me."
"But I don't want to hurt you," Chris whispered lovingly.
"I want this, Chris. I've wanted it for four years. Don't stop. I'll be okay," I said reassuringly, as I again tired to force my muscles to relax. "I want you to fuck me, no matter how much it hurts. Fuck me, Chris," I pleaded as I looked into his eyes. "Shove your cock into my asshole and fuck me." Chris hesitated for a minute, and then kissed me hard as he drove the entire length of his massive, steel hard cock deep into my virgin hole.
I screamed into his mouth and dug my fingers into his back as shock waves of pain racked my body. I felt certain that the walls of my asshole had been ripped to shreds. Blinding flashes of white light shot off behind my tightly closed eyes as I tried to force the pain to go away. I bite down hard on my lower lip as Chris withdrew an inch or two of his steel hard rod.
"Are you alright?" Chris asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"Yes," I panted out quickly, adding, "Fuck me, Chris. Please!" I wanted him to start sliding his thick cock in and out of me before I changed my mind and had him withdrew his hard prick. Chris took a deep breath and began to withdraw his rigid meat until only the fat head remained inside me. Slowly, he slide the full length of his hard rod back into me, and then began o fuck my sore hole with a slow, rhythmic motion.
After what seemed like an eternity, the searing pain that had overcome my body began to turn into the most wonderful sensation of pleasure I had ever known. It was a form of pleasure that I never could be experienced. The longer Chris fucked my asshole, the more the pleasure increased, until I was begging him to fuck me as hard as he could.
"Fuck me hard, Chris. Shove you cock into me with everything you have to give. Fuck me as hard a you can." My request turned into a demanding command when I shouted, "Fuck me!!!"
Chris began to shove his cock into me with all the strength he had. He pounded my now welled fucked asshole with his stiff prick as hard as he could.
"OHHHH!!! It feels so good!!" I panted out as he slammed his pleasure giving cock deep into my willing hole. "Faster! Harder!" I half commanded as I thrust my ass upwards to meet his forward push. The garage echoed with the sound of sweat drenched flesh slapping against sweat drenched flesh as Chris slammed his cock into my with all his might.
"Oh!! God!! Tim!! It feels so fucking good having my cock inside your asshole," Chris groaned as he drove his thick meat as deep into my cock hungry hole as he could. I could feel his soft cock hair brushing against my balls, and his large, cum filled nut sac slap against my up turned ass with each of his forward thrust. "It feels so fucking good, Tim. So fucking good!!!" Chris shouted as he pounded my ass.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby! I love it!! I love having you big cock in me. Fuck me, Chris!! Fuck me!!!" I pulled his face to mine and kiss him hard as I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth. Chris slipped his right hand between us, and wrapped it around my hard cock. As he continued to fuck my cock hungry asshole, he started jerking me off.
"Oh, yeah, Chris! Yeah! That's it!" I panted out breathlessly. "Beat my fucking meat!! Jerk me off while you shove your cock deep into me ass. Make me fucking cum again!! Ohhh! Yeah!!! I want to shot my hot fucking load while your filling my ass with you thick cum!" I cried out, my voice deep and hoarse with lust. Chris quickened his fuck pace to match the speed with which his hand flew up and down my stiff cock shaft.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Tim!!" Chris panted, sweat dripping from his chin. "I'm gonna cum in your hot, sweet asshole. Cum with me, Tim! I want you to cum when I cum." Chris bucked his hips wildly and yanked at my reddened meat. His eyes were closed tightly, and a look of shear ecstasy covered his face. "I'm gonna cum, Tim!!! Oh, fuck!!! I gonna cum!!! I'm cummmmiiinnnngggg!!!!!" Chris cried out as he slammed his rock hard cock as deep into my bowels as he could.
I could feel Chris' cock jerk and pulse inside me as the first wad of his thick, searing hot ball juice blasted into my guts. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rocked his body as he shot wad after wad of his thick seed deep into my cum thirsty asshole. AS he filled me with his rich, white ball cream, my own cock erupted, rocketing out my second load of the day. I shot my warm jism into Chris' waiting had while my suctioning ass muscles milked the last drop of seed form his drained balls.
Our bodies trembled as the intensity of our orgasms began to ebb. Chris raised his hand to his face, and sucked my rich, thick cream into his mouth. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed my tasty seed. He fell forward; once again covering my sex heated body with his, and pressed his cum smeared lips to mine. I could taste the spicy flavor of my own ball juice on his tongue when it entered my mouth.
"Ummmm," I groaned lowly, disappointedly, when Chris' shrinking cock slipped free of my clutching, well fucked, cum filled asshole. Chris rolled off of me, and lay beside me. His muscular chest heaved heavily as his breathing slowly began to return to normal. Both of our bodies glistened with sweat, and the small, sun heated room was filled with the sweet aroma of hot sex.
After several minutes, Chris' breathing had returned to normal. He rolled onto his side so that he was facing me, and as he traced the outline of my lips with his fingertip, he asked,
"Are you alright?"
"I've never been better," I said softly as I smiled warmly at him. "I never knew that anything could feel so fucking good. So fucking fantastic!!" As I continued to smile at Chris, I added, "I'm glad I waited until you could be the first."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby. I'm glad that you saved this honor for me. It was the best fuck that I've ever had, Tim." Chris rubbed his right hand over my sweat soaked chest, down over my hard, flat stomach, and let it come to rest in my sweat soaked cock hair. I rolled onto my side and tenderly stroked Chris' sun bronzed face. He put he arms around me, pulled me close to him, and pressed his warm lips to mine. He kiss was soft and tender, and filled with love. When our lips parted, the smile that had graced his handsome face was gone.
"What's wrong, Chris?" I asked softly as I again stroked his cheek. "Are you sorry that we made love?" I asked that question even though I knew that I didn't want to know the answer if that answer was 'yes.'
"Christ! No, Tim." Chris said reassuringly, as he pulled me tight against his body. "I'm glad we made love. I've waited for years to be able to hold in my arms and make love to you." Chris said softly as he again pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. But there was still a sadness in his look.
"Then what's wrong, Chris."
"I've waited for this to happen since the first day we meet, and, believe me, Tim, it was better then I ever imagined it would be." Chris sighed heavily before continuing. "I love you, Tim," Chris said softly, his beaming smile returning to his handsome face. "I've loved you for as long as we've known each other." The smile that had returned to his lips faded again. "Now that I have you, I don't ever want to let you go. But I'm going to have to."
"I don't understand," I said with a puzzled looked on my face. "Now that we know how much we love each other, we can be together always." As soon as I spoke the words, I realized I knew what Chris was talking about. Before he could say anything, I said, "You're talking about your going to college in California." Chris nodded his head 'yes.' "It'll be okay, Chris. I'll be here waiting for you when you come home," I said reassuringly as I stroked his handsome face again.
"I know you will be," Chris half whispered as his brushed his lips against mine. "But that's not the point. I don't want to leave you, Tim. I've waited too long to have you, and I don't want to give you up." Just as Chris spoke the last words the smile return to his lips and his eyes began to sparkle.
"What are you thinking?" I questioned somewhat cautiously, rather sure I know what he had in mind.
"If you come with me, we don't have to be apart," Chris said as his smile turned to a grin.
"You can't be serious," I said with a slight chuckle, but somehow knowing that he was.
"Don't you want to be with me, Tim?" Chris asked, a mock look of hurt covering his face.
"Of course I do, Chris. I would like nothing more then to spend the rest of my life with you. I would love to be able to fall asleep in your arms every night, and wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. But I just can't pick up and move to California"
"Why not? It would be perfect, Tim." Chris was again grinning as he formed a plan in his mind. "You can tell you folks your going with me to find a job. Hell! Tim! We've been best friends for years. I don't think they'll mind. Then we can find an apartment, and be together. Live together."
"I don't know, Chris. It sounds great, but..."
"I bet I can talk you into at least thinking about it," Chris said with a devilishly grin. There was an impish twinkle in his eyes as he added, "In fact, I bet I can talk you into going with me." Chris pulled me tight against his warm body. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and stiffen between us.