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||"My Own Private...Fantasy"|
"My Own Private...Fantasy"
by "Seamus Cody"
"...A small fire burned near the two young men, giving off the sweet smoky smell of
burning cedar. In the distance, the last faint rays of the setting pink sun
were barely visible on the horizon, and the distant hooting of an owl could be
heard from time to time.
"You only "love" the people that pay you Mike. It's not really love that
you're feeling--it's sex--it's a way to make money."
"I love you Scotty, and you don't pay me."
A long silence.
"There, I said it. I love you, and no one can tell me that it's wrong."
For a while, the sound of crickets and the soft crackling of the fire were
the only punctuation in the sudden silence. Mike sighed, and cried
softly, rolling onto his side, looking away in shame.
"I can't help it Scotty, it's how I feel. I have for a long time. Sure I
started out hustling to make enough to eat, to be able to live somewhere
off the street, but deep down, I knew it wasn't just a phase for me. It's
how I am, I'm different. Not like you."
Scott gazed sympathetically at his young friend, touched by his sobs and
his honesty. Scenes from long ago played over and over in his mind, and
he thought about things that might have been.
"Mike, I've known you for years, and never knew how you felt. Why didn't
you ever say so before? You can always talk to me."
Pulling the venerable Navaho blanket out of his bedroll, Scott fell to his
knees near Mike's sobbing body and stroked his arm. As he drew himself up
against his buddy, he pulled the blanket over the two of them and put a
reassuring arm around Mike's shoulder.
"It's OK Mike, I'm here for you."
Mike turned toward his friend, and returned his hug. The two lay there,
in the flickering light of the fire, enjoying the comfort of each other's
arms. Scott stroked Mike's blond hair, and became aware of his labored
"Mike? What is it? Are you all right?
"It's just...I just...want...want to kiss you? Is that OK?"
As Scott considered the situation, their eyes met, and wordless messages
flowed between them. Slowly, the two drew closer, and lips met lips, in a
simple kiss of friendship. Then again they kissed, lips parting ever so
slightly, tongues furtively touching for the first time. Deep, sensual
kisses, born of unrequited longing followed, as conversation faded, and
emotions and passion took control.
Mike drew back, and began to toy with the buttons on Scott's faded flannel
shirt. One after another he opened them, until it parted, revealing his
smooth, muscular chest, nearly hairless, and marred only by a curious scar
running down the center of his abdomen from his ribs down to his navel.
Mike ran his fingertips along Scott's smooth chest, playing lightly with
his nipples, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. Slowly he eased
closer to Scott, and teased his nipples with the tip of his tongue, first
one, then the other. Scotty moaned softly, and slipped Mike's worn and
faded T-shirt up over his head.
For a time, they luxuriated in the wonderful feeling of warmth radiating
from bare chest against bare chest, drawing each other close. Hands
wandered up and down backs, massaging, consoling, demonstrating a
friendship beyond casual. Mike slid his fingertips between the denim of
Scotty's 501's and the waistband of his jockeys, wondering if he should
dare to cross this unspoken boundary. When he felt Scott's hand on his,
urging him on, he moved more aggressively, pulling open the button fly,
revealing the snowy white briefs inside. Slipping the jeans down over
Scott's firm buttocks, Mike took stock of his handsome pal, noting with
admiration his tanned, fit torso, and muscular thighs.
Scott wriggled out of his 501's, pulling Mike's jeans down as he did so,
leaving the two friends clad only in white briefs, half-covered by the
scratchy wool blanket. Scott was amazed at how aroused he had become so
quickly, feeling his hard-on pressing against the thin cotton of his
briefs. Mike rolled on top of him, and he realized Mike was excited too,
surprised at the apparent size of his hardness. He ran his hands down
inside the elastic waistband of Mike's shorts, feeling his firm,
melon-like butt, warm and tight under his roaming hands. In an instant,
the jockey shorts were sliding down slender thighs, and his lifelong buddy
was naked against him.
As Mike slid forward and straddled his chest, his cock approached Scott's
mouth, and he opened it to taste him, for the first time. The pulsing
hardness slid easily between his lips, and he sucked deeply, feeling the
head press against the back of his throat. While this was not the first
cock Scott had sucked, it did feel different--he and Mike were more like
brothers than most friends, and this moment was something he had not been
The men he had been with, and the women, had all been somehow detached
from realities--part of something outside himself. For all the good life
he had enjoyed, Scotty had still not found that special bond, that union
between two that transcends lust. Casual friends, casual lays,
girlfriends, crushes, sure. But never love. Not yet. This was much more
immediate, more visceral, more powerful in so many ways. As Scott
lavished Mike's dick with kisses, and tongued his hairless balls, he
realized just how happy he was at this moment.
This feeling need not have a name, or a label--it just was. And he was
determined to let the feelings flow over him, without resistance. Mike
slid off him and nuzzled Scott's chest, licking and kissing the few tiny
hairs that surrounded his nipples, lingering over the firmer tissue that
made up the narrow scar which beat a path toward his crotch. Mike
burrowed his face into the white cotton pouch of Scotty's briefs, soaking
the fabric with his saliva till it was nearly transparent. Impatiently,
Scott's dick strained the dimensions of his underwear, till at last the
head creeped out brazenly over the waistband. Mike's tongue found his
dickhead, and Scott gasped with pleasure.
His pal was no amateur cocksucker--this was an artist at work. Mike
sucked and nibbled, taking Scott's whole shaft deep into his throat, then
flickering his expert tongue over the sensitive nerves under the engorged
head. Time after time he brought Scott to the brink, easing off and
letting him cool down again and again just before his release seemed
imminent. The night was mild, and though the blanket had fallen beside
them, neither noticed or minded, their sweaty bodies glistening faintly in
the firelight. Scott looked down on his buddy, ministering to his cock
with true affection, and let the feelings of pleasure wash over him as he
laid back looking at the stars.
Slowly Scotty wriggled around so his head was even with Mike's crotch,
and returned the favor, taking his slender cock into his mouth again.
There was no urgency to their lovemaking, just an ease borne of years of
friendship, and the desire to share pleasure. Scott sucked up and down
the hard shaft, tasting the first drops of pre-cum on his tongue, an
aphrodisiac driving him onward. Almost without warning Mike's hips began
to buck violently, and he drove his rod deep into Scott's receptive mouth.
Scott gasped for air as the first jets of hot come washed into his mouth
and throat. He tasted the warm salty liquid with some pleasure, not quite
sure of the last time he had taken someone in his mouth this way. Spurt
after spurt of hot come poured down his throat, till at last Mike's
orgasmic contractions subsided. He crawled up toward Scott and the two
kissed again, exchanging saliva and semen as their tongues danced
"I want to feel you inside me," Mike whispered hoarsely. "I want you to
take me, and make me yours."
Spreading the blanket beneath them, Scott positioned Mike on his back, and
pushed his knees upward toward his shoulders. His beautiful firm ass
raised off the blanket as Mike gripped under his knees, offering his butt
to his friend. Scotty lavished his cock and balls with kisses, licking
the last traces of come from the head of his softening dick, then trailing
down to take his balls into his mouth, first one, then the other, as Mike
wriggled with joy. Scotty licked a trail down under Mike's smooth balls
toward that sensitive area between his balls and his asshole, lingering to
enjoy the masculine, musky scent there. His tongue traced a ring around
Mike's eager hole, kissing his cheeks, and flicking in and out of the
tight little ring that lay between them.
Concentrating on loosening Mike's tight butthole, Scotty formed his tongue
into a tight point and probed against the tight rosebud, wetting it
liberally with his spit. Mike squirmed under his attentions, moaning
softly. Slowly the ring opened slightly, and Scott felt his tongue enter
the dark warm space beyond. His own cock was throbbing in excitement,
oozing the juices that would soon smooth his way into his buddy's butt.
Drawing closer, he spit into his palm to lube his erection and asked "are
you sure you want to do this?" Mike nodded his head in agreement, sighing
softly in anticipation.
With more than a little effort, Scott pressed the thick head of his cock
past the tight entrance to Mike's ass, cringing a bit when he cried out at
the penetration. The two remained absolutely still for a moment, as
Mike's tight ass got used to the large shaft that had just begun to fill
Slowly, looking at Mike for encouragement, Scott eased the full length of
his cock into the hot tight chamber. When he felt his balls resting
against Mike's ass, he whispered, "it's in--are you OK?"
"Fuck me Scott...I want to feel you deep inside me," Mike groaned, clearly
unaccustomed to being fucked, but wanting to savor every moment of this
union. Scott slowly withdrew his dick, almost to the flared edge of its
head, then slid home, driven crazy by the impossible tightness that
surrounded him. Again and again he drove in and out of Mike's butt,
feeling his buddy alternately clench and release the muscles of his
asshole, milking his cock as it slid in and out. Mike's cock was hard
again, victim of the relentless pounding his prostate was taking as
Scott's cock nudged it again and again. Pre-cum drooled from Mike's dick,
pooling on his belly, and Scott wiped some up and wrapped his slick hand
around Mike's dick, pumping it as he fucked.
Sweat dripping onto his pal's smooth chest, Scott drove deeply into Mike,
consumed by a passion fanned by years of avoiding such thoughts or
actions. Somehow the forbidden thrill of this union of friends excited him
all the more, and he quickly approached his peak. Increasing the tempo of
his thrusts he milked his buddy's dick with each stroke till once again,
Mike began to shoot, into his hand, and all over his chest and stomach.
As Mike's load dripped onto his heaving belly, Scott gasped with his own
release, pumping his issue deep into Mike's ass, gripped by the
involuntary convulsions of orgasm. When at last his orgasm had subsided,
he slipped out, and fell onto Mike's heaving body, covering his face and
neck with kisses, exhausted by the ferocious lovemaking they had just
Pulling the blanket over them, Scott hushed Mike's attempt to speak with a
finger to his lips. "There'll be plenty of time to talk in the morning."
As an owl hooted in the distance, with the sound of crickets once again
rising to a nighttime crescendo, Mike whispered, "I love you Scott."
"I love you too Mike, I guess I always have," Scott replied softly,
conscious of the tears that had begun to well in his eyes. The two
friends embraced firmly, and drifted off into a blissful slumber, each
wondering what the future might hold, now that this line hand been
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