Authors: Lou Harper
Between Friends (2 page)
Johnny was tall like his brother, but beefier. Im muscular, but in a proportioned kind of way. Johnny was solid bulk. It was mostly muscle, but there was the start of a love handle around his waist. He was also the best hung of all of us, me being a close second. As Johnny pushed into him, Jules arched his back and moaned. That sound shot straight to my cock. Johnny was like a bull, all strong and confident. Not that Jules was girly. No, he was athletic, with lean muscles, strong thighs. And a muscular ass that was taking a serious battering. Johnny looked almost angry. Jules would tell you that sex is just sex, and as long as youre all responsible, consenting adults, all that matters is that you enjoy yourself. All I can tell you is I knew it was just plain wrong to be so hard from watching one of my friends fuck the other; I was straight, after all. Somehow that guilty feeling just made it all the more hot.
They were both making sounds that were pure sex. Far more real than the sounds coming from the TV. Jules grabbed his own cock and started jerking it. Then he turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. He watched me spanking my meat while I watched them. Jules came, spurting his jizz all over the sofa. Seeing his face all screwedup made me squeeze my cock harder. Johnny halted for a second, his face twisted like he was in pain, then he began to pound faster and more erratically. Shit, I think the two of us came at the same time.
all over the house. I woke up the next morning, stiff from sleeping on the floor. Jon was still snoring on the couch. I found Johnny and Kev in the kitchen. Kev was clutching a coffee cup like it was his lifeline. He looked pretty green around the gills. Johnny cleared his throat.
“Jules left earlier. Luke, could you drive Kev home?” he
He and I locked eyes for a second, then quickly looked away.
“Of course,” I said.
We didnt say anything else, but what were we gonna
say? “Hey, Kev, we banged your little bro last night?” Probably not. Kev was our buddy, but he was also very protective of Jules. Hed probably beat the crap out of us, and wed be too embarrassed to put up a fight.
I took Kev home and didnt see any of the guys for the next week. We all lived in the same neighborhood still and normally ran into each other once or twice a week, but that week we somehow managed to steer clear of each other. We havent talked about that night ever. It was like it never happened. Almost.
Saturday we
had
to see each other cause it was the big day, Kevs wedding, and we were his groomsmen. So there we were, the whole bunch of us, stuffed into rented tuxes, playing it cool. Jules was the best man, as you shoulda guessed. The three of us were all tense as hell at first. Fuck knows what we expected to happen. Jules was cool as a cucumber, though, acting like we hadnt done anything more than got drunk and watched some porn the week before. Not even a wink or anything. After a while, we all relaxed. The ceremony went by without a hitch. The reception was at Renos, a neighborhood restaurant. It started out stuffy and formal but got more and more relaxed as the guests got into the booze. Thats the benefit of having an open bar.
There was a lot of dancing, of course. I got two left feet, so I stayed at the sidelines and just watched. Jules took his role as best man seriously; he danced with the aunts, the flower girl, the mother of the bride. He looked good too. He had that thing; I guess you can call it grace. He moved nice, like it took no effort at all. Even the monkey suit looked more natural on him. He coulda been a character in one of those stuffy shows on public television. You know, the kind with butlers and lords. He caught me staring at him and looked back, holding my gaze til I had to look away.
For the next few hours I milled around with the other guests, but I couldnt stop noticing Jules without wanting to; he has a tendency to stand out in a crowd. When I saw him take off in the direction of the kitchen and not come back right off, I went after him. I found him out in the alley leaning against the brick wall, cigarette between his fingers.
“I didnt know you smoked,” I said.
“I dont. Only on rare occasions, to take off the edge.”
His lips curled around the cigarette, and he took a deep drag. Watching him exhale the thick, white smoke was more erotic than it had a right to be. Yeah, hotter than seeing him bent over and… well, you know. I couldnt take my eyes off his lips.
The only thing on my mind was how his lips would feel on mine. I could tell you I was drunk again, but Im not gonna lie. I had a little buzz on, but not enough to be the reason for what I did next. I stepped right up to Jules, pressed against him, like Id done with girls many times before, and kissed him. For a second it felt like he wanted to shove me away, but then he leaned back into me instead. He wasnt at all like a girl. Chicks have this softness about them. Dont take me wrong, its all good; the way their tits push against you, or how they feel under your hands. Kissing a girl makes you feel like a big, strong stud. Jules was nothing like that: all firm and solid, very male. He didnt yield like girls, and he tasted sharp with cigarettes and alcohol. Sure as hell, he didnt make me feel like a stud. I felt lost. There was a tightness in my chest and a fluttering panic in the pit of my stomach. I didnt recognize then what it was—it was my first time, you see. I just knew I wasnt driving any more, but for some reason I didnt give a shit.
Our kissing turned into a frantic make-out session. We were dry humping each other in a stinky, dark alley behind Renos.
He looked around as if he was ready to get down and dirty right there. He probably was, but there was no way. Any of the waiters or busboys could come out at any minute, and the only place to hide was behind the Dumpster down the alley, and that smelled revolting even from a distance. Jules checked his wristwatch and pulled me around the corner into the parking lot. Thankfully it was empty.
Juless car to Main Street. Their parents had a hardware store there. Both Jules and Kev had helped out there since they were kids; it was a family business. Even after hed gone off to college, Jules came back in the summer to help out. I had no idea what we were doing there when we parked behind the store.
To the right of the stores back entrance there was another door, a plain metal one. I assumed it was storage or something, but when Jules unlocked it, there was a narrow staircase. I followed Jules up the stairs into what looked like a bachelor apartment. Jules turned on the light. The room had a fridge, kitchen sink, and microwave in one corner, and a futon bed in the middle.
“Its the employees lounge, but I stay here in the summer. Mumd like me in the house, but thats too much like still being a kid,” he explained.
“Where does that door go?” I asked, pointing at what looked like another entrance.
“Down to the store, but you cant use it til the alarm is turned off.”
That got me relaxed; at first I thought anyone could just walk in. It was a funny sort of room, with a long, narrow window under the ceiling. There was a skylight too, right above the bed.
“You okay?” Jules asked.
“No.”
He kissed me, and all that lust from the alley was back and then some. We were naked on the bed in no time. It was nothing like the week before. There was just the two of us, and there was no pretending, no straight porn on the TV, no make-believe as Juless cock pressed into my stomach. I wont lie to you. I was nervous, but also turned on as hell. Its true what they say about guys: were led by our dicks. The moment Jules took mine into his mouth, I was a goner. Every guy likes his dick sucked, but there are blow jobs and there are
blow jobs
. Im telling you, Jules could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose. What blew my mind was how much he was into it. I cant tell you how hot it was, the way he moaned around my shaft. Shit, I get hard just thinking about it.
He couldve sucked my brains out through my cock and I wouldnt have noticed, but he had other ideas. He got the condom and lube and got us ready while I looked on—still learning, you see. He had me on my back and then straddled me and impaled himself on my cock. It was hotter than the first time. He slid down on me slow, then began to move. I liked being able to see him, watch his body tense. The look on his face when my cock rammed deep inside him was the sexiest fucking thing Id ever seen. He rode me like a horny cowboy, one hand on his own cock, til he shot his cum all over me. I came in his hot ass not long after.
It got awkward as hell afterward. I felt all mixed-up, kinda disgusted with myself, but at the same time strangely excited. I had a hard time looking at Jules, not to mention talking to him. Fortunately, Jules had to go back to the reception; it woulda been strange if hed completely disappeared without a word. It was a short drive back, and we said nothing the whole way. In the parking lot, Jules gave me this look, like he was expecting me to say something, so I said Id see him around. For a second there was something in his eyes, like Id killed his puppy or something, but then it was gone. He turned without saying good-bye and marched back to the restaurant. I drove myself home.
woulda been the end of it if Jules had gone straight back to college, but it was barely June, and he was to stay the whole summer. I didnt last a week. Friday night found me knocking on his door. He didnt look too pleased to see me but let me in and then let me fuck him again, anyway.
The moon was big and fat like a Chinese lantern. We were lying on our backs, naked on the futon, reeking of sex. I was a wee bit alarmed how easily I was getting used to it. Id already got off, but I didnt have the overwhelming urge to be somewhere else, doing something else. Like working on my bike. That used to piss Cheryl off to no end. This time I was lying naked on a futon bed next to my also-naked childhood friend, looking at the moon through the skylight. You can see how things got screwy real fast.
“Full moon, time to turn into a werewolf,” Jules joked, pushing himself up on an elbow.
“Me or you?”
“Definitely you. You have the build for it.” He had a point. I worked out, and it showed.
“How about you?”
“What do you know, youre just a beast. Nice pelt, by the way,” he said, with his hand on my chest. I have a fair amount thick, dark hair there. Damn manly, if you ask me.
He grimaced. “No snout. It never looks realistic. And you dont wanna hide this handsome face.” He said it as a joke, but the way he looked at me, kinda shy, I knew he really meant it.
“And some forehead ridges.”
He laughed. “Thats Klingon, you dumb-ass.”
“Klingon werewolf?”
“I suppose its not impossible.” He knotted his brows, as if he was seriously considering the scientific possibilities of a Klingon-werewolf hybrid. “Only if I can be a Vulcan vampire,” he said triumphantly at last.
Maybe thats why we used to get along so well as kids: weve always been on the same wavelength of stupid. The others used to just shake their heads when we were falling over laughing over shit only we found funny. We continued talking stupid stuff, had more sex, and then talked some more til dawn, when we fell asleep. It coulda been a sleepover from our childhood days. Except for the sex, of course.
That summer went on like that. Id show up on most nights after dark, stashing my motorcycle a block away. We didnt always stay in. You might guess I wasnt comfortable in public. Its not like two guys couldnt hang out, but I couldnt help feeling that everyone looking at us just
knew
. So we went out of town most of the time. We rode up all the way to Chicago on a few weekends; it was only about a hundred miles away, after all. It was a little easier there, with so many people around you didnt know. I still couldnt do all that touchy-feely stuff in public, but I wasnt always looking around, checking for familiar faces. Thankfully, Jules didnt try to take me to any gay bars or places like that. I dont think I coulda handled that.
Yeah, I was pretty skittish about some things. I had no qualms about fucking Jules or jerking him off. Hell, Id even given him a blow job, but I couldnt even consider letting him fuck me. That was a line I couldnt cross. Thankfully, Jules didnt push it.
Youd think that the two of us wouldnt have much to talk about when not in the sack, Jules being a college kid and me a car mechanic, but youd be wrong. We always had stuff to talk about. What I liked most, though, was riding my bike down some deserted country road with Jules pressed tightly to my back.
I rode one of those Japanese rice rockets back then. In all fairness, it was a decent little bike, but the only reason I had it was because I got it cheap. My heart was set on one of those big Harleys: a real mans bike. I was saving up for one. That was another thing Jules and I talked about: bikes. Ive been crazy about them since I can remember. I suspect Jules only got into them for my sake. He got me a stack of motorcycle magazines for my eighth birthday. I didnt find out til later that hed spent half the summer stealing them from the big bookstore downtown. We werent even supposed to go downtown by ourselves. That was so totally Jules. And then, years later, he got a guilt attack over the thievery. So he went back, bought and paid for a big, thick, hardcover Shakespeare, and then turned around and smuggled the thing straight back into the store. Total nut.
dont know what the fuck I thought I was doing. Under the cover of darkness, Jules and I were fucking like rabbits for sure, but in daylight it was a whole different business. We were just “buddies” as far as everyone was concerned. Any public displays of affection were out of the question. We didnt even hang out together in Buford, where people knew us, unless at least one of the other guys was there too. That way it couldnt possibly look like a date.
