Chris had dozed off on the couch. It was 1 in the morning, and the Batman
movie was over.
"Oh shit man, I must have bitten the big one," he said. My name is Denny and
I am seventeen. Chris is eighteen, and he has been my friend now for about
eleven years. It's summertime now, and Chris is spending a few weeks at my
house.
Actually he doesn't live that far away, and sometimes we go over to his
place during the day, but then we always come back over here to sleep. The
reason? My parents are not as strict as Chris's about the lights having to be
out at a certain time. His parents usually want him in bed about 10, even
during the summer. He had complained, "well, what if I had a job or something
that kept me out to those late hours?" and his parents just said, "well, you
don't, so you aren't." Amazing, they don't call over here to check to see if
he's awake or not. It's amazing they let him out of the house at all - but then
that's another story. I guess they're just glad he's "out from under their
nose."
"Were you dreaming?" I asked.
"Oh, hell yeah. I must have.. I didn't doze off intentionally."
"That's okay. The movie was boring anyway. I just watched the rest of it for
the hell of it after I saw your head fall. What were you dreaming about?"
"Oh. You were suckin' my weenie," he replied. My eyelids rose as I noted
that the local station was re-airing the news that had originally come on at
11. I hadn't sucked Chris since about 4:30, after our last aggro skate session.
I remembered his dick was all salty with hot sweat and his dick was hot too. I
had closed my eyes as I had allowed the long thick tube to slowly enter my
mouth...
I've known Chris since I was seven, and when I was ten.. well, things
basicall started to happen between us like they never had before. We had
discovered lots of common interests that we never had before imagined. I guess
it all started in school when I walked up to a urinal in the bathroom next to
one Chris was using. I bent down and just kinda.. looked at the stream of pee
coming out of his dick, at the source, and I saw his little eyelet all opened
up as the pee came out. For a second I couldn't piss, all I could do was watch
because I started to get hard. Chris was my best friend in the whole wide
world, and somehow I didn't think he'd object to me looking at his waterworks.
As a matter of fact, he didn't object. He saw me watching him and smiled. I
had stood there for almost two minutes watching him churn out the yellow
liquid. I casually made the comment that I had noticed that he had "put out a
lot," as I put it. He giggled and simply said, "now let's see you.."
It took a minute for me to even start to shivel up again. It was amazing to
me because even from the beginning, he wasn't negative about a bit of it; rather he seemed quite supportive of the entire charade. Once I stopped peeing
and zipped up, he said, "I watched you too. That wasn't bad."
"What wasn't bad?" I requested.
"You put out a lot," he repeated, smiling. With that I giggled and so did
he; we reported to our respective classes and he said, "see you after school."
That afternoon we went over to his house. He had dark brown hair and eyes,
stood a little taller than I; I had (and still have) a little lighter brown
hair, I guess I stand about 5' 7", and my eyes are blue. So he pulled out a
Monopoly board. I didn't know it yet, but he must have had something mapped out
in his mind - and our friendship was about to change - for the better.
That day, in 1982, he was wearing a black t-shirt with "Motley Crue" on it,
blue jeans ripped at the knees, sneakers, and as I later found out, a pair of
Hanes jockey shorts. This would in fact, be the first day we had found out the
intricacies of each other's bodies! I wasn't sure about anything yet, but
apparently after we had done what we did earlier in the school restroom, he had
etched something in his mind and had started toying with it. What was even more
interesting is that he had said nothing about it, even as we had ridden home
together on the bus.
He started by taking off his socks and shoes. Of course, we were at his
place, he was just getting comfortable. Then he asked me, "why don't you take
off your socks and shoes, get comfortable. It'll help your concentration..."
"Sure!" I replied, and sat there on the carpeted floor in my bare feet. Sure,
we were good friends, but what he didn't know was that even at that early age,
I would frequently jack off and think about the best friend I had ever had,
even to the date of this writing. I mean, I noticed things. As I got ready to
roll the dice to see who played first, he rolled up his shirt to his tit level
and kept it there. I smiled automatically, even though I really wanted to
restrain it. He did have a hot body, and as with his penis, he obviously didn't
mind letting me see it. Down deep I wanted to too, but on the surface of my
thinking I knew I wouldn't want to play up something to risk losing our
friendship. As he showed me, where I was weak, he was strong.
As he moved around the board his first time, I began to notice too that the
elastic band of his jockey shorts was starting to appear a little above his
jeans. Being the kind of guy I am, I didn't say anything. After all, he had
lifted his shirt to such a position that I guessed that this kind of thing was
going to happen, and as he would lean back on his haunches, the underwear would
come up a little higher. As I rolled once, he caught me looking at it. "What
are you looking at?" he asked. He looked down at himself.
Yeah, I did. This is Chris. Denny is letting me put a little of my own
creativity into this too! Heh, heh, heh. I looked down at myself and I saw then
that my underwear was shining a bit. "Yeah, that was sticking up a little,"
Denny told me as I put my hands on it. So, to his surprise, I pulled it up even
higher over my jeans, so he could get an eyeful of it. I knew he probably
wouldn't be expecting something like that. I wanted to see what he did, so as I
pulled it up more, he smiled. I didn't touch my jeans. I smiled back at him.
Then once he had been around the board once, I said, "oh, by the way.. once I
get all my houses and hotels in place on these high-priced properties, and you
start running out of money, guess how you're gonna have to pay?"
"How?" he asked.
"With yer clothing," I told him. At first, I was really joking. I didn't
know if he'd buy into that or not, I just said something like "$100 equals two
garments." Still, I was joking.
Well, I didn't see him leave the room. "Does that go both ways? I mean, will
you do the same if you owe me money?" he asked. Damn, I had sparked his
interest after all. He had really seemed interested in me earlier in the day,
and that hadn't bothered me in the least. Actually, I wanted to see him naked
after I had known him so long. But I didn't want to aggravate him with it.
He had merely laughed at my suggestion in taking off our clothing. But, it
was just 4:00 in the afternoon, and my parents wouldn't be home until sometime
after 6. On my first sweep around the board, I had bought Boardwalk, Pacific,
Mediterranean.. lots of expensive stuff. Denny bought North Carolina, so I
couldn't get him with the greens unless I tried to buy it from him. He hit Park
Place a couple of times, but he never seemed to have enough to get it. On about
my fourth time around, I bought it. Now I had the best monopoly on the board.
This is Denny again. Yeah, he "skunked" me. To make a long story.. or game..
short, soon I was down to my underwear. I had lost my shirt and my jeans. My
growing boner was threatening with escape from the fly of my loose jockey
shorts. Needless to say, he was winning, and soon I was broke, he owned 97% of
the property, and... I was naked. But, then he ripped off his shirt, jeans and
underwear too. We started looking at each other's bodies. I had seen him naked
at the pool, but only once. Needless to say it wasn't long before he was giving
me an invitation to feel him. I took him up on it.
Well put, Denny.. very well put. I was just using the Monopoly game as
somewhere to just.. well, start off something gradually I guess. It seemed to
be worthwhile. We've sorta had a different kind of friendship ever since.. as I
think Denny has already said. Enough of the past, Denny! Let's talk some about
these days! Don't you agree?
Yeah, I do Chris.. but it kinda mesmerizes me a little once in a while to
think about that day.. heheh.
Me too. Anyway, in 1984 I started skateboarding. A lot of the dudes at
school had started it so I kinda took up the habit. Oh.. Denny says, "what's
worse, you drug me into it, too!" but I know he likes it just as much as I do.
He has enough Tony Hawk and Christian Hosoi posters scattered on his walls to
support that.
So, anyway, there's this interesting night I want to tell you about. This
was the night we were watching the Batman movie.. it was about 2 nights ago.
"You know, I'm not really all that tired, that movie just bored me a little,"
Chris told me. "I'm not either." My parents were dead to the world, and I felt
the world was ours on a silver platter. We'd never.. ridden our boards at night
before. But we got brave the other night, and went for it. We both slid a
cigarette-lighter-sized flashlight in our hip pockets, and going into my room
and getting my board, I also got an old Army cap that my dad had given me - it
had a light on the hood. The beam on it was good for about 1500 feet in front
of us. "Crap," I said, suddenly realizing that the light was just on an elastic
band around the cap, and that the batteries were just behind the reflector.
Chris watched as I removed it from the cap and put it onto my skate helmet. It
looked like they were MADE for each other.
Denny, WE'RE made for each other, dude. Yeah, I tried to contain myself, and
while I thought it was a good idea, the light on top of that skate helmet just
DID NOT look right.. or something. His helmet is fluorescent green, and when he
cut the light off in his room and turned on that flashlight, he looked like
something from Mars or something.
So, it's 1:15 and we slip outside after we both agreed on a night
expedition, we were both going to be together so we felt like it was safe
enough.. and between us we had enough light to light the city of Chicago...
well, almost. I also carried a couple of glo-sticks that Denny wasn't aware of,
the kind that you can break and use even if there's a gas leak somewhere..
ESPECIALLY if there's a gas leak somewhere.
So we go bookin' down the road, hoping we didn't see any cops on the way.
Stopping at the corner, at a usually busy main intersection.. it was basically
dead, and we tried to decide which way to go. Until necessary we were going to
avoid back-roads and woods. But we did agree that we'd be doing some walking.
Once we got closer to where we were going, where ever that may be, we may be
doing more walking than riding. But even at night, you can get some places on a
skateboard that you just can't go in a car, or even on a motorcycle. Needless
to say that unlike a motorcycle, it's kinda hard to be heard doing 40 past an
