Reconnected - A Thirty Year Journey

RECONNECTED

Authors note: What follows is a mixture of true and fictional events that transpired between two friends over the course of more than three decades.

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Chapter 1- How it began.

It was the Summer I turned 18,one of my best friends and I were working that summer as summer camp counsellors, Kind of our last carefree summer before we graduated High School and went our separate ways. Little did I know, it was also a summer that for better or worse would change my life forever.,

Mostly because over the course of the previous school year I had stumbled on to a startling revelation, I had fallen in love with one of my best friends. I had known him since grade school., As we both had joined the same outdoor youth group. Now Seniors in high school we shared the same close-knit circle of friends.

It was in our sophomore year that I noticed that Puberty had been exceedingly kind to him. He was two months older than me and had gone from being this slightly gangly kid who I met and became friends with back in grade school to being this lithe tanned very toned stud who moved like panther when he walked and had an ass you could bounce quarters off of and pecs that made my mouth water. Add to this, that we shared a weird sense of humor a love of offbeat science fiction It pretty much was inevitable that I would fall for him and fall I did...very hard.

It was during our free periods we would sign out of study hall and into practice rooms in the school music dept. From there we would quietly slip out across the hall from the band room into the school's darkened auditorium. There we would spend the period exploring the catwalks above the celling and the orchestra pit under the trap doors in the stage. The storage rooms in the wings.

It was here I had stumbled into the habit of giving him impromptu back rubs. We were making our way through the dark auditorium during one of our expeditions. When we both tripped on a step and I heard his back crack. Before I could properly have my brain stop my mouth, I offered to give him a back rub. He looked at me with an odd expression for what was the longest and scariest 5 seconds of my life, then he smiled and said "...cool!" and promptly laid face down in front of me.

I was not going to think twice about it! Partly because I had more than a passing interest in the mechanics of massage, but mostly because I was deep in lust for him. So, I gave him a slow massage over the fabric of his shirt.

This would come to be something of a ritual for us over the year. We would be alone in the auditorium, or we would sneak off to empty class rooms at the church we had scout meetings, and invariably at some point I would make some remark about him walking stiffly, and he would then lie face down on the carpet as I proceeded to straddle that incredible ass and rub his back and shoulder muscles. All the while desperately hoping he didn't notice how hard my cock was getting as I massaged him.

Over the months that followed I would work my courage to move my hands under his shirt, and work then lower over his legs and calves, and trying not to faint when they would quickly glide over that incredible ass. This went on for the rest of that year. And into the summer. One side result was I was falling in love with him and didn't even know it. All I knew was being with him and touching him was something that made me feel things I had never felt before.

I did wonder if he was on to me and knew exactly what I was doing. There were a number of times when He was the one who initiated the session by very conspicuously cracking his back and looking at me with a smile that basically made my cock harden instantly., But he would always thank me and say how much better his back felt afterwards giving the clear impression that for him this nothing more than a cool free backrub. All the while I was quietly losing my mind from the sheer erotic sensation of my body pressed up against him.

Then came the summer camp job, and we were going to share one of the staff wooden A-frame tents. I was excited on two counts. One, he was a fun guy to bunk with. But more than that, I hoped to spend two dark nights in a tent working my hands over that incredible body. Making him feel good, while I tried not to cream my shorts.

On the first day at the camp the staff had to take the standard swimming test, at. As we changed into our swimsuits, I stole a quick glance at his tan taut body I nearly fell over when he pulled this neon green speedo out of this bag and slipped it on, He looked beyond hot. I almost fainted., It was only by filling my head with thoughts of naked nuns that I managed to not burst out of my own swimming shorts with a massive erection.

Thankfully that first day was busy and there was not time to dwell on this., But that night we were in the tent after lights out when in the moonlight filtering in the tent I saw him sit up and slowly and deliberately crack his back and say, "wow I'm sore today", which I took as my cue. I teased him from not taking care of his back and said "ok lie down" he pulled back the sleeping back to review himself only wearing those green speedos.

I fumbled with the flashlight and as I eased down straddling him, I was hard as rock and fighting the urge to cum right then and there. I got through the massage somehow without losing it. And we said good night...

I lay there in the darkness hearing his breathing start to slow and regulate, then become a soft snore. I knew he was asleep; I turned on the light and was going to jerk off when I happened to look more closely. He had in his sleep, kicked his sleeping back off him and his speedos had slipped down his waist from his jostling about and his beautiful cock was poking about an inch out the top through the waist band, semi hard.,

There is a moment in life when the reality of the moment overwhelms your brain. Before I knew what was doing, my hand slid gently across his crotch, His breathing never wavered, and he snored slightly louder. My thumb moved slowly over the head and down the exposed shaft... My own cock had never been as hard as it was in that moment. I took a deep breath bent down and put my face close to his cock. My tongue with a will of its own extended and ran across the mushroom shaped head.

The right side of my brain screamed "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!?" but the horny 18-year-old left side clearly had control as I leaned in farther opening my mouth and before I could stop, gently peeled back the green speedos, and took his head and about an inch and half of his shaft into my mouth...

I looked at his chest as it rose and fell steadily. as I moved my tongue over the smooth skin of his cock., When I felt the organ begin to harden between my lips, I instantly came more intensely than I have ever in my life. Even to this day. He shifted slightly and I felt a surge of panic jolt through me, as I jerked back and killed the light. I lay awake all the rest of that night, my whole body shaking in a mixture of terror and ecstasy.

In the morning, he woke up stretched that damn sexy body and said, "Hey, are you, ok? You look really tired. " I said I hadn't slept much. He smiled and replied, "sorry to hear that, I slept great!"

Still shocked at my own lust driven actions, I was relieved to hear him. Say that. I resolved to stay on my side of the tent for the rest of the summer.

That next night I lay there in the darkness of the tent, hearing his breathing start to slow and regulate, then become that familiar soft snore. I knew he was asleep. Again, the sleeping bag had been tossed back and this time he was going "commando." Sleeping naked.

I thought to myself. "DON" T DO ANYTHING JUST GO TO SLEEP" But the lust of an 18 yr. old is a powerful thing. As he snored slightly louder. Again, as if controlled by an invisible force my had reached over and my thumb moved slowly over the head and down the exposed shaft...

I took a deep breath bent down and put my face close to his cock smelling the musky scent. I leaned in farther, opening my mouth and taking the head and about a quarter inch of the shaft into my mouth.

I watched his chest rise and fall steadily. as I moved my tongue over the smooth skin of his cock. Again, I felt him harden between my lips I glanced back up, his eyes were still closed but his breathing increased in speed. I wondered if he was dreaming. then slowly took his entire length into my mouth as he became rock hard. I eased his cock deep into the back of my throat and tried to move up and down. I looked back up again; his eyes were closed. but there was slight smile on his lips. I figured this will end in one two ways. He was dreaming of some chick blowing him... or he was awake but not stopping me... either way. I was not going to waste the chance.

I started sucking faster and deeper... as I reached up and gently brushed my fingers across his pecs... feeling the nipples harden... His hips arched up slightly and I worried I had gone too far. and I jerked back and killed the light. I lay there; the only sound was His breathing...

I reached over and eased the top of his sleeping bag over him, and I leaned back and lay there in shock over what I had just done. Then the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of his voice...

"That was nice...."

I froze there in the dark, my mind raced with the hope that he was just talking in his sleep to whomever he was dreaming of... I turned and looked over... my eyes had adjusted to the dark...thanks to the moonlight outside. I saw him, eyes open. Looking right at me with an odd smile on his face...

"I.... I..." started to stammer, trying to think of something to say. Horrified that I had just destroyed our friendship because I could not hold back my own teenage lust. I sat up... and looked anywhere but at him. Then oddly enough I felt a sudden calm come over me. If this were in fact the end of my life at least, I would go out honestly. My feelings were out in open. No use pretending this was anything other than what it was. So, I turned to face him. "So... You see... that I am... well.... Attracted to you ". I took a deep breath, in for a penny in for a pound, I looked him in the eye and confessed everything.

"I have had it bad for you for years. All those backrubs were just an excuse to touch you. What happened tonight is unforgivable, I couldn't help it. And I don't imagine you can forgive me. I totally understand that you obviously want to at the very least change tent partners. You need to know that I never would do or say anything that would....I mean....I..."

I realized I was babbling at this point and stopped talking. He had not said a word.

I stared down at the floor of the tent. He looked at me. I closed my eyes and braced for the words of shock, anger, and disgust that I knew were coming. Resigned to whatever happened next, as I was responsible for what had happened.

He cleared his throat. I glanced up. He had this odd expression on his face. Like he knew something I didn't.

Finally, he broke the silence; "So... yeah, I know. How you feel I mean... I've known for long time... I mean, the whole backrub thing was kind of a hint. Plus, it was obvious when I could feel...how excited you are when you uh... straddle me..."

I sat there. Feeling the burning sensation of intense embarrassment in my face, thinking if there ever was a time for giant sinkhole to open and swallow me, now would be a great time. I finally met his gaze. all I managed to say was "...Sorry."

This odd half smile crossed his face. He looked at me and said, "Really? I'm not."

The hard drive of my brain crashed.... My head snapped up; "Wait...what?"

He moved slightly closer to me. And I felt the body heat radiating off both of us in the cool night air inside the tent. He continued; "Since we are telling the truth now, I'm going to ask you something. And I want you to answer completely honestly. Ok?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. Not sure what to expect. He moved even closer to me, practically nosed to nose. His eyes locked on mine. "So, if you had known for sure that there was no chance of me waking up and you were free to do whatever you wanted with no consequences...... what would you have done? Tell me the truth now...."

I looked at him and took a deep breath; "I would never do anything that would hurt you or put you in any danger. I.... I..." my eyes shifted back down the floor. I knew there was no choice but total honesty at this point; "I'm.... I think I'm in love with you ".

He smiled, and leaned in closer; "I know... But I am asking, if you had total free reign to do anything you wanted tonight... what would you have done?" My mouth went dry, and I stared at his lips... and then looked him in the eye and whispered "...Everything."

He smiled what I can only describe as the evilest smile I had ever seen. Then he leaned in, his mouth is right next to my right ear.... I shivered as he lightly slid his hands down my back. and whispered; "Then tomorrow night.... Do everything." He then abruptly pulled away lay back down and cheerfully said "good night!"

I fell back on my camping pad and sleeping bag stunned by what just happened. And finally, exhaustion took hold and I fell asleep.

In the morning, he wakes up and with an evil look and says, "Hey, you, ok? You look tired, you have more trouble sleeping? "I can't believe we are having this conversation but fine, I'll play along. I say that I had some trouble getting to sleep. But feel fine. He replies that he slept GREAT. I raise one eyebrow at that, but he clearly is going to act like nothing happened.

He smirks and stretches that damn sexy body and then leans in close and whispered; "Yeah, I find I can sleep really well in this tent... in fact I am pretty sure I will sleep more soundly tonight than I have EVER slept..." Then he has the nerve to WINK! Cheeky bastard!

The day that follows is sheer hell.

It is like the day is one long exercise in how he can drive me insane. Our main activity that day is Lifesaving Skills practice and we are practice partners. I get down the Swimming beach early, but he is there ahead of me, wearing those green speedos.

Somebody just kill me...

Of course, today is the water test to complete the badge. The first test is the cross-arm water carry where we must pull someone to safety by wrapping an arm around their chest and pulling the other person out of the water.

It's our turn, we jump in the water, and he begins to feign drowning. I swim up behind him, wrap my arm around his chest, and start to tow him to shore. When I notice he is GRINDING his ass into my groin. I immediately sprout a raging hard on. He leans his head back and with that evil smile says "Gee...water must not be that cold today."

The urge to dunk him is almost overwhelming. But somehow, I get through the rest of the class.

Thankfully at this point our schedules diverge and I don't see him until that evening at dinner. I deliberately sit as far away from him as I can. At one point I glance up, and he is looking right at me and with the evilest glint in his eye and slowly....licks his lips!

Clearly, I am doomed.

Finally, around 11pm I head back to the tent. He was already there in his sleeping bag. I notice his green speedos are nowhere to be seen in the pile of clothes. He then remarks how he is going to "sleep like the dead:" and turns off the light and with that same evil smile saying, "good night!"

I lie there in dark, not sure what to do, when I hear the unmistakable sound of a sleeping bag unzipping and the top cover being tossed back. It feels like time has slowed down, the silence in our tent is deafening. I look over and see him silhouetted in the dim moonlight shining through the canvas of the tent. I see his chest rising and falling in a clearly exaggerated manner as his hand slides down across the bulge in the clearly visible green speedos.

He actually makes a "snoring sound" which the sly smile on his face clearly gives away as fake... he then hooks his thumb into the waistband of those briefs and slides one side down as his hardening cock pops up.in full view.

My brain shuts down and I slowly sit up. I know if I do this there is no going back. This is admitting to myself what I have always known but desperately tried to avoid facing the truth. I'm Gay and I want to have sex with my friend.

I take a deep breath and think, "Well if this all some kind of sick joke and he beats the crap out of me, at least I'll have died happy." I stand up and slide my shorts off, freeing my own painfully hard erection. In the dim light I see what looks like his eyes are slightly open but clearly, he is still going with the whole fast asleep act. I whisper very quietly: "Ok then... let's see just how far you are willing to hike down this trail..."

I crouch down and my face moves within half an inch of his cock. I allow my hot breath to move slowly along the shaft. The effect is obvious, even in the dark I can see him getting hard. I figure it's now or never. So, I move up and position my body over his in a push up position. Hovering over him by a few inches.

He shifts just slightly so his cock is aligned with mine and I lower myself down. The moment my cock touches his we both become rock hard. It feels like my cock just connected with a live electric wire. The sensation is nearly overwhelming. I feel him slowly start to move. Thrusting up grinding his cock against mine. We both let out a simultaneous moan.

That is the final crack in my wall of caution I crush my body into his grinding furiously against him. His hands move up my back pressing the back of my head forward. My mouth connects with his and my tongue slides past his lips as his tongue wrestles with mine. I let out a slow deep moan.

The feelings are so intense, and I don't want this to end too soon. So, I break away and move down his toros with my mouth stopping at each pec licking, sucking, and gently biting each round tanned nipple. He arches his back and groans; "Oh shit.... That's amazing!"

I move down to his groin and run my tongue long the shaft of his cock easing it into my mouth. I slowly move up and down taking him deeper each time until I can deep throat him. His hands move to the sides of my head. and I hear him whisper. "Wait.... I want yours."

He shifts position, so his head is at my crotch and mine is at his Then in perfect synchronization we take each other's cock in our mouths. Time stops as we sixty-nine each other. I motion for him to stop as I am getting close. He waves me off and speeds up his oral attack on my cock. The sensation of pre-orgasm begins to build I keep indicating he should stop, but clearly, he had other ideas.

He doubles his efforts taking my cock faster and deeper down his throat as I grip him harder to let him know that if he doesn't want what is about to happen, he should stop, I hear him chuckle... as he takes me balls deep down his throat.

I lose vision in both eyes as I only see stars while the most intense orgasm in human history tears through me and I erupt in his mouth. As I return to my senses, he is lying next to me propped up on his elbow with a very smug smile.

He is about to say something. I stop him and push him back down on to the sleeping bag taking his cock into my mouth and sucking as he gets fully hard again. I reach over to my pack and pull out a travel size bottle of baby oil and cover his cock with it while I attack his mouth with mine. Then I roll sidewise so his cock is pressing against my ass. And I whisper "No holding back, I want this. I want you. So don't stop until you are empty."

He rolls over and slowly slides his cock into me and starts gently thrusting in and out. I squeeze down on his with my glutes in a pulsing action. It is the most incredible pain-to pleasure feeling I have ever felt. I hear him moan "Oh...Fuuuuucck!," and I am instantly rock hard again.