My buddy Rick had been living up north for several years and had decided to move back to the town where we both grew up. I myself had moved back years earlier and had bought a good-sized house. He had asked me if he could move in with me until he got settled. I was hesitant at first since we really hadn't had much contact until I found him again on social media. We were friends growing up and actually were each other's first lovers.
We were both about 18 years old when we both finally admitted we were gay after denying it and keeping it to ourselves all through high school. But we didn't really do anything until we both went to college. We were roommates back then. We had come out to each other and thought we'd explore our sexually together. We were both kind of nerdy and naive, figuring this would be an educational and safe way to go about our awakening into the gay world.
We had always seen each other naked after gym in high school or we stayed at each other's house; but at college, at first, we would always go our own ways to jerk off in private. I would always choose exercise magazines with half-naked men pumping iron or posing in their skimpy swimsuits. Sometimes, I'd find my favorite magazine missing and would discover Rick would have it. After I stole a Playgirl from the bookstore in the mall, I gave all the exercise mags to Rick. It wasn't long before I was subscribing to it, and hoping the mailman didn't report me for being a gay boy.
But one day, Rick and I said we would finally jerk off together. We got together in my room, just wearing our underwear. I had spread Playgirls out on the bed, and motioned for Rick to crawl onto the bed. He pulled his underwear off and grabbed a magazine to cover is dick. I took mine off and joined him.
It had been my idea so I turned to a naked guy in one issue - a black guy who was an amateur boxer -and started to fondle my cock. I looked up and Rick was watching me. He looked at the guy in the magazine and looked at me. He threw his magazine across the bed and lay close to me. I could hear him breathing heavy and felt his skin on mine. I moved the magazine so we could both see it.
"He's so handsome," said Rick softly. "His dick is so big. Would you play with it?"
"I'd do more than just play with it," I replied, not actually knowing what I would do.
"Would you suck it?" Rick asked, fisting his cock.
"Yes," I said.
Rick moaned and I felt his cum shoot onto my leg. His body shook. He grabbed the magazine out of my hand and threw it to the foot of the bed. He leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He started to suck on it, going up and down on the shaft and flicking his tongue over the head. It was too much and I shot before I could warn him. One volley hit his tongue inside his mouth; he pulled off and the rest hit him across the face. He spit out cum and laughed. I laughed too. We never jerked off alone again for a long time.
When we fucked for the first time we couldn't get enough, and we were messing around every day for a couple years. We would have probably stayed together as a couple but Rick was too curious about what else was out there. Near the end of our junior year, he started getting into leather and playing with other guys. I too started to move in different circles. By the time we graduated, we were just roommates again. Rick moved off in one direction and I went off in another.
He never posted many selfies online and I had only seen a few random old photos of him with some friends. His pages were filled mostly with hunky bodybuilders and some guys doing workout routines. I knew Rick was handsome and he had always been so to me. Even so, I wasn't prepared for what I saw when he arrived. He had been thin and nerdy for most of college, and then he started to hang around leather guys and bears. The last time I saw him before he moved; he was in jeans and cowboy boots with a bit more filled-out look, traces of muscle.
Imagine my surprise when this huge muscle bear came walking up to me at the airport. I'd have never known it was him if he had not removed his mirrored shades. He was wearing t-shirt that was molded to his bulky muscled torso, with a light jacket and jogger pants that in no way hid his big cock or massive thighs. His face was scruffy and his hair in a military-style cut. He looked incredibly, deliciously good.
On the way home, I felt a bit self-conscious as I kept turning to look at him. This fitness magazine model wasn't the lanky, spotty twenty-something boy I had known. And I have to admit I was getting a bit turned on. He would catch me looking and give me a big grin. Damn those perfect teeth!
I knew he had had his own business, which he sold after his divorce from a guy he started it with. Come to find out it was a bodybuilding supplement maker and that he himself had been a bodybuilder for years, even doing spreads in some fitness mags, before going into the supplement business. He told me he was going to just go into a sort of semi-retirement and do some writing, maybe just enjoy life a bit more instead of just working it away.
After we got home, I got him settled in the upstairs guest suite which was a bedroom and bath with a small sitting room connected to it by an archway/ hallway in which there were two closets. When I bought the house, one of the closets contained the central air ducts and mechanical/electrical stuff for the house with big vents in the walls, and the whole upstairs on that side of the house was a mess. I ripped everything out and renovated that whole area as a fresh and inviting guest suite.
An outside door in the suite led to a porch outside with a set of stairs going down into the back garden. With a door inside closing off the upstairs suite from the rest of the house, I figured it would allow Rick some freedom in his comings and goings, as well as keep us from butting heads all the time.
After a couple days, Rick had bought a car and I didn't see much of him as he got reacquainted with the town and people he knew. I myself was writing most every day in my study and everything was pretty normal. I figured after he was settled and everything that we'd have a quiet dinner and get completely caught up. Needless to say, but I was actually hoping we'd hook up again.
Since he had arrived, I had spent quite a few times on my bed naked jacking off thinking about him fucking me. I really had not met many people since moving back, except for a couple times I gave some guys a quick blowjob. I had mostly gone to porn sites or to webcam sites and jacked off. But now, here was the guy I knew from my past and he was looking so damn tasty. If I didn't jack off, I'd be walking around the house with a constant hard-on.
Rick had started helping around the house with a few projects and chores, so I figured it was a good time for that dinner. He came inside from mowing the grass talking on his phone about some appointment. He was wearing only a thin pair of shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. His chest was covered in fur, and two gold rings pierced his nipples. He ended his call and put his phone on the kitchen counter.
"Those are new," I said, pointing at his pierced nips.
"Naw, had them forever. On the other hand, this is a little bit newer," he said, jerking down his shorts and grabbing his soft cock, shaking it at me. A ring of gold pierced the head of his cock.
"Damn, that must have hurt," I told him.
"Like a motherfucker," he said to me, his eyes wide. "But I love it now."
