Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Part Two

After high school, Eddie headed off to Purdue to study engineering, and I headed to Notre Dame. Like most high school friends, we kept in touch, but less and less as more and more time passed. While I was in law school, Eddie started his engineering career in Indianapolis.

After law school at Stanford, I stayed west to clerk on the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals. Once the clerkship was over, I planned to spend 6 weeks backpacking from Rome to Lisbon, the last two of which I would spend going from Madrid to Lisbon with my girlfriend Caroline (unable to deal with being Catholic and gay, I was still pretending to be Catholic and straight, and Caroline wound up collateral damage in my delusion).

When visiting home during the summer before the trip, I stopped by the Estes house. I still considered myself part of their family. So, it was not unusual during a visit to home for me to stop by and at least say hello to David and Susan, "Wardo's" mom and dad [After graduation, I felt increasingly silly using "Eddie," especially for someone so much bigger. But I also did not want to use the "Ed" that everyone else did; as college wore on, I started calling Eddie "Ward" instead, using the last four letters of his formal "Edward." Quickly, Ward became Wardo.].

During that visit, I told David and Susan of my plans to backpack from Rome to Lisbon starting Labor Day Saturday. Susan responded, "You are not going to believe this, but Eddie is flying to Rome the Saturday of Labor Day weekend to backpack to Paris. How is that for a coincidence?"

I laughed. Wardo and I had not talked for months, but here the two nap buddies were – 20 years on from kindergarten – traveling by coincidence to Rome on the same day and on same flight. I would be in Europe six weeks; Eddie would be there the first two.

Susan gave me Wardo's updated contact information, and I immediately reached out to him. In short order, we had plans to go from cheap hotel to cheap hotel in Rome, Florence, Venice, Cap d'Ai, Nice, and Paris. Our separate solo trips had turned into a Crosby/Hope road movie starring the nap buddies from Ms. Joyce's kindergarten class.

And, we had a blast, eating and drinking our way through Europe. We were constantly in motion. When possible, I stole looks. And touches.

We settled easily back into our friendship. For me, Eddie was like a favorite book. Not matter how long I had neglected it, I always found happiness when I picked him back up.

The looks were not tough. We shared rooms the whole trip, and most of them were so low-end they did not have private bathrooms. So, we bathed together in locker room style showers. Wardo looked terrific in the shower. His brown hair was longer than usual, and he kept it tucked behind his ears, even in the shower. Backpacking, he stopped shaving, so he had a developing beard under his roman nose. With long hair and stubble, he looked like a hipster musician. He was Michael Huissman.

His chest hair had thickened since high school, but was still concentrated mostly in the middle of his muscled chest. He was still lean. His path to paradise was framed by a perfect V and led to a thick bush of straight pubic hair. His soft dick was pretty, thick, and hung against large, balls, framed by thick, soccer thighs. His bubble butt was almost hairless. And, he had great arm pits and feet. I had developed over time a fetish for both; Wardo's arm pits were thick with the same dark, straight hair as the rest of his body, and his feet were athletic and arched well cared for.

The touches were tougher. Every night, we were in separate twin beds, and all day we were on the go, walking miles and miles to avoid missing anything we were "supposed" to see. So, I had to be satisfied with an occasional clap on the shoulder or a grab of the arm.

That is, until the last night of our trip. That night, the hotel we chose in Paris put us in a room with a full bed, a fact we did not discover until we had paid for and checked into our room. We had shared his full bed our whole lives, so it did not seem like a big deal to either of us.

After a great "end of trip" meal and two bottles of wine, we headed back to our room to sleep before Wardo's early morning flight home the next day. Once there, Wardo stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed. I did the same, although I left my undershirt on. I wore a crucifix, so I had to sleep with a shirt on.

As always, I was on the left side, and Wardo was on the right. Just like we had slept when we napped in kindergarten and, after that, all those nights I stayed at his house.

Quickly, Wardo's breathing changed, signaling he was asleep. He was on his back, with his arms tucked behind his head. So, I could see his arm pits. Since our room was not air conditioned, the window was open. And, we were uncovered.

I was not in the mood to sleep. I was too keyed up, having Wardo shirtless – with armpits exposed – next to me.

Without touching him, I leaned over and sniffed his arm pit. It smelled the way a man is supposed to smell at the end of the day. Not stinky, but also not clean. Musky. A hint of odor. It was intoxicating.

I remembered licking his nipple all those years before. I thought about doing it again. But, I did not want to wake him and ruin my fun. So, I sniffed his arm pit some more. And stared at his chest, as it rose and fell with each breath.

Before long, I noticed that his boxers were tenting a little. He was hard, pointed up and to the left.

I had seen Wardo soft, but never hard. He was definitely a grower. I wanted very much to know how long and thick his hard dick was. Leaning on my left elbow, I reached my right hand over. Trying not to touch him, I formed a backward C with my hand and tried to estimate his girth. He was thick. Definitely thicker than me.

Using my thumb and pinky, I then tried to estimate his length. He was almost exactly as long as my handbreadth, which is just about 8 inches. Definitely longer than me.

I was not careful enough. As I was "measuring" his length, my thumb touched the head of his dick through his boxers. I froze as his dick twitched. I could not tell if he was awake, and I did not dare lift my head to look at his face. Instead, I started slowly to pull my hand away. As I did, he grabbed my right wrist with his left hand. Dread and panic flooded through me. I feared I was about to be held accountable. I also feared curiosity had just killed the cat, ending twenty years of friendship.

Rather than yank my hand away, Wardo pressed it to his hard dick and held it there. I was not sure what to do. I thought he wanted me to take it, so I did. I gripped him through his boxers. He was rock hard.

I was still frozen. I was completely still, my right hand wrapped around my nap buddy's hard dick. I couldn't help myself, so I gently squeezed it.

Wardo responded by raising his hips, slipping his hands into the band of his boxers, and pushing them down to his knees. Raising his knees toward his face, he pulled them completely off, laid back flat, spread his legs, and tucked his arms back behind his head.

I lay there, dumbfounded and helpless. I couldn't or wouldn't believe what was happening. Before my indecision foreclosed another opportunity, Wardo reached down, took my right wrist again, and moved my hand back to his dick.

As I gripped him again, he slowly moved my hand on his dick. I was high as a kite. I felt like I had just done a line.

When he let go of my wrist, I continued stroking him. As his breathing slowly picked up, so did my pace.

I moved my head toward his arm pit and sniffed. Between his smell and the feel of his dick filling my hand, I almost came. As his breathing deepened and became more ragged, I gripped tighter and jerked him harder. Soon, he was bucking his hips in rhythm with my hand.

I leaned over and took his nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking as hard as I could. His moan told me he felt it this time. As I sucked his nipple and jerked his dick, I felt his body tense. He was getting close. I sucked and jerked harder. He exhaled loudly and moaned as cum moved through his dick and shot out in arcs on his chest and stomach. As I kept sucking and jerking, I came in my boxers without touching myself. Wardo stayed hard in my hand. I kept jerking, and he came a second time. Spent once, his second load ran down his dick onto my hand. He grabbed my right wrist with his left hand, which told me it was time to stop. I let go of his dick and abandoned his nipple, moving my right hand to my mouth so I could eat his cum. It tasted better than I dreamed it would, and I ate every drop I could. As I did, he used the sheet to clean his chest and stomach. This disappointed me, as I had hoped to lick the cum off him. Once cleaned, he tossed the sheet away and closed his eyes. Before long, he was back asleep, not having uttered a word.

I tried to sleep but could not. I had jerked my nap buddy's dick, devoured his nipple, and eaten his cum. I was floating as I relived it over and over in my mind.