Wee Willy

Denny had been friends with Ron since the fourth grade. They were typical boys and played sports as well as got involved in other aspects of life as kids would do. Throughout high school, Denny would spend summers at Ron's parents cottage where they would ogle the scantily glad girls on the beach and secretly check out the guys. It was a time when boys were considered straight and to admit to being gay or having an interest in guys sexually was the kiss of social death. They had just completed their last year of high school and where Denny was off to the east coast to study law, Ron had been accepted to the top technical university to further his science studies. Neither of them had dated much so the only people they were leaving were each other and they had planned on partying the summer away. They were seen as great buddies and no one would have considered that there may have been something deeper but, over that summer, they would find that something else had been buried for years.

The month of July saw the two out on the boat fishing or water skiing as well as doing what every guy did on the beach and that was to watch the young tight tail. It had been beautiful weather but in early August a front came through that turned the skies dark and rainy for days on end. The beach cleared of people and during the week there was not much for them to do except to play cards. Ron's parents had even escaped the cottage for a week to return to the city. The two were alone and without television or weather that allowed them to go boating, they found themselves quickly becoming bored.

It was one night during that week that would change their perceptions of sex forever. The power had gone out at the lake and the boys lit some candles and decided to play cards, have a few beer and talk. As the beer took hold, their conservative upbringing was cast aside and they decided, at Ron's suggestion, that it would be a laugh to play some strip poker. "What the hell, why not!" Denny said enthusiastically. In fact, both had seen other guys naked in the locker rooms and it started off as being more of a challenge as to who would keep their clothes on. Always the better card player, it was not long before Denny sat playing with all of his clothes on while Ron was soon relegated to his y-fronts. As he sat there, Denny decided it was not as much fun being dressed and soon, with the help of the beer, he stood up in front of Ron and stripped down to his jockeys saying with a laugh, "Winner take all!" He noticed a look that he had not seen in Ron before. Ron seemed to be examining his body closely paying closer attention to the jockey covered bulge. He also noticed that rather than being offended by his buddy's attention, he was becoming visibly aroused. Unsure of how his good friend would react, he sat back down on his chair. Two hands later, they both sat at the small round table naked and surprising to both, unembarrassed by being exposed to each other. Ron sat back in his chair and asked, "Since I take it all because you were naked before me, what exactly do I get?"

"You know that whatever you want from me you can have," came Denny's response. "Willy, we have always been and probably always will be best friends so what is mine is yours."

Ron sat back studying his friend's expression and, it seemed, to raise his courage. "Do you jack off?" The question was unexpected to Denny and he wasn't sure what to say. "Sure I do! Don't you?" As he asked, he felt his cock begin to fill with blood and get hard as his heart began to race. They two buddies had talked about sex lots of times before and it was no big deal. This time, on the other hand, was more personal and Denny was becoming aroused. Ron was becoming aroused as well and his cock, nestled in the mound of rusty blonde hair, was beginning to perk up. "Yah, I do and right now I really have a need to jack off but what I want as the winner," his eyes flashed a broad smile, "is for me to jack you off and you jack me off."

"Holy shit, Willy," Denny gasped. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" It was not the reaction that Ron wanted nor was it the response that Denny actually wanted to give him. What he wanted to do more than anything was to experience his deep affection for his friend in a more personal and more physical way. Over Ron's muffled apology, Denny said, "Back up a second." The comment almost seemed to give Ron pause for hope even though his cock had lost its metal. "Do you want to do this because we are drunk or because you want me?" Ron reached forward placing his hand on his friend's thigh. "I want you Denny." Emboldened by the touch, Denny took Ron's hand and slid it further up his thigh to where it almost touched his swelling cock and pulled his friend close to him to reach down and surround Willy's cock with his hand. "I get to do you first then Willy," Denny said with a smile that melted his buddies heart but made his cock even harder.

In the subtle glow of the candlelight, Denny laid on his back on the floor and instructed his friend to squat down over him while straddling his chest. Quick to oblige, Ron was soon in place over his friend as his friend slowly began to stroke his cock. Up and down his hand slid effortlessly and almost as if he knew how his buddy would need his cock jacked. His fingers probed the purple and swollen head of Willy's cock while his other hand lifted and massaged the heavy balls that hung in the scrotum between his legs. As Denny worked his cock, Willy would thrust his hips in unison and occasionally Denny's hard cock would touch the soft flesh of his ass causing an even higher level of sexual excitement. "Oh shit," Ron suddenly gasped, "I am going to cum." Denny was well into this passion and without a word, stroked his friend's shaft faster feeling it begin to fill. Ron could not hold it back any longer and as Denny's hand came back up to the head of his swollen cock, he blew his load and fired it over his buddy's face and chest. As Denny milked his buddy's cock for every last drop, he looked up into his friend's face and said, "Damn, you taste pretty good Willy." His tongue licked over his lips and sucked the thick cream into his mouth. They both knew that they had gone beyond an experiment. They both wanted more.

-Continued-

by DCS O'Malley

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