Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

The 19th Hole

(Part Four)

In "Forever," Judy Blume wrote "You can never go back to holding hands."

Michael and I had never held hands. But, it was soon clear we could never go back to sexlessness.

Christmas Eve set the precedent for our friendship moving forward. We spent every Friday night together. We always wound up at my house and in my bed. I allowed Michael to do pretty much whatever he wanted to me, within our unspoken parameters (no kissing, no expecting me to touch him, no mutual nudity). I shaved my ass and balls for him (I was not going to clipper my bush; I liked my bush).

Michael was a maestro and pleasured me like no one else ever had. He ate my ass and fucked it with his tongue and his fingers. He sucked my toes and fingers. His tongue and fingers explored every nook and cranny below my collar bone. He devoured my body before making love to my dick. He always made me come, and I always finished deep in his throat.

Michael always stayed over. I almost always slept naked. Periodically, I could feel Michael's hard on pressing against me, but he never tried to force it on me. He did not dry hump me, try to get me to touch his dick, or try to get the two of us naked together. After Christmas Eve, he did not even try to to kiss me.

Michael was always gone when I awoke. I finally asked him why.

"If I am still there when you wake up, it's going to be awkward. Is there supposed to be more sex? Are we supposed to shower together? Are we supposed to make breakfast together? Are we supposed to figure out what we're going to do with our Saturday's together? We shouldn't do any of those things. So, I leave. I go home. I jack off, and I try to figure out my weekend."

"What do you think about when you jack off?" he asked.

"What do you think about when you jack off?" I responded.

"You. Your mouth on my dick. My dick in your throat."

"Well, I think about the same thing."

I shouldn't have been, but I was surprised. I assumed Michael had a greater fantasy than that.

When the golf season resumed, it was a given that Michael would be a regular in our group. One, he was a strong addition to the group; he could golf his ball, and he was a genuine, good guy. Two, my buddies by now understood that Michael and I were bros. They did not know the extent of our bromance (naturally), but they knew we were close. They regularly teased me about it, if Michael was not around.

"You know he stares at your ass."

"You know he thinks about you when he jacks off."

"You know he thinks about you when he fucks another guy's ass."

I knew they were right about 1 and 2. But, I also knew they were wrong about 3. Michael was not fucking any other guy's ass.

We had talked about it. He hadn't really tried to fuck anyone since Christmas, and neither had I. Neither of us thought our "monogamy" wise, but we were too inert to do anything about it. We often added Saturdays to our Fridays.

Michael's birthday was April 19. I knew I could not match his birthday gift to me. It was the most thoughtful gift I had ever received. I was not a thoughtful human.

I had an idea for a birthday gift, but I was not sure I could pull it off. I thought about it for a long time. I decided to go for it. But, I had to be high to try.

I smoked pot all afternoon and took Ecstasy at about 5:30, as I was cooking Michael's birthday meal (pork chops with apples, asparagus, and homemade macaroni and cheese). He showed up at 6. We ate at a makeshift table in my living room, drinking two bottles of red wine as we did.

About halfway through the meal, Michael asked me if I was high. I told him yes. I did not mention the X.

When we were finished with dinner, I told Michael I had dessert surprise. I am sure he thought it was a birthday cake. Instead, I stood up, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. Once there, I let his hand go and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you your birthday present?"

"What is it?"

"Whatever you want. Tonight and tonight only. We do whatever you want." (As I look back, I see the arrogance of assuming he would want me for his birthday).

"Kyle, I'm not sure about this. We have settled into something we can both live with. Changing lanes now could be dangerous."

I quoted him back at him. "Shhh. . . . Relax. . . . It's your birthday."

I returned to unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted my face to his. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. It was all I could do not to pull away. But, I didn't.

Michael's lips were full and firm. To my surprise, I did not mind the kiss or the forcefulness of it. He slid his hand around the back of my neck and held my head still. He opened his mouth and forced his tongue into mine. I was all in, so I kissed him back. As we kissed, Michael finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. I did the same.

Michael moved his hands to my ass and pushed his junk into mine. His dick was hard and huge. Mine was neither.

My hands were still hanging at my sides, not doing anything. I felt like Lillith from Cheers. I grabbed Michael around the waist. We were still kissing. It was a deep, powerful kiss, and I realized I was enjoying it.

I moved my hands to his belt buckle and undid it. I unbuttoned his jeans, including the button fly.

I dropped to my knees to pull Michael's jeans down.

"Kyle, you don't have to do this."

"I know."

When I had Michael's jeans down, he stepped out of them. I was about to see his dick for the first time. I grabbed the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down. They got caught on his dick. The only way to get them down was to move his dick out of the way. I had never touched another guy's dick before.

I pulled the boxers out, took Michael's dick in my hand, and pulled the boxers over it. I was not sure what I expected, but his dick felt like, well, a dick. It was warm and soft to the touch. It was just skin, although it was pulsating.

It was right in front of my face. It dwarfed mine, both in length and thickness. I felt like a little boy next to it. I was not sure what to do. I thought I should put my mouth on it, but I also thought I should probably never put my mouth on a dick.

Michael's hands were in my hair. Just as I was about to put my tongue on his dick, he rescued me by pulling me up. He kissed me again. It was one thing to have a guy's tongue in my mouth. It was a whole other thing to have his dick in my mouth.

Michael broke the kiss and moved me toward the bed.

"I want you to fuck me," he said.

"I'm not sure I can."

"You said 'whatever you want.' That's what I want."

"I'll be right back," I said. I went to the bathroom and took one of the purple pills I kept on hand, just in case.

When I returned to the room, neither of us said anything. Michael worked me out of my jeans, and we were both naked together for the first time. Michael put his dick on top of mine and started working them with his hands. He kissed me again as he did.

I gave myself a private pep talk. "Ride the wave. You can do it. Ride the wave."

Michael sat down on the bed and took my dick in his mouth. I was tingly from his handiwork, and his mouth around my dick made me tingle even more.

Michael pulled me down on top of him, then maneuvered me around so we were in a 69 position. He took my back in his mouth. My dick now curved directly down his throat. I was quickly fucking his face, my dick deep in his throat.

Michael's dick was right in my face. I again felt like I should put my mouth on it, but I was not sure I could.

Just as I was about to try, Michael pulled my dick out of his mouth and adjusted us so he was directly under me.

"Do you have any lube?"

"I don't."

"Baby oil?"

"I think so." I headed to the bathroom, found what I was looking for, and headed back. Michael had turned around yet again, and his head was now on "his" pillow.

"I don't have a condom," I said. I hated condoms. I hadn't worn one in years.

"You don't need one," he said.

He held his hand out, and I handed him the baby oil. He filled his hands with it. He coated my dick with it and then poured more over his balls and ass.

I was still standing beside the bed. Michael reached over, grabbed my dick, and pulled me onto the bed by it.

"I'm not sure I can do this," I warned.

"Of course you can. Close your eyes. Imagine it's a pussy. Only tighter."

I climbed onto the bed and hovered over Michael. I looked down at him. His grey/green eyes were on fire. His cheeks were flushed. His body was taught. His dick stuck up over his navel.

I was looking Michael over when he took my dick in his hand and guided it to the target. Moments earlier, I hadn't been sure I could fuck a guy. Now, I was sure I had to fuck a guy. I pressed the head of my dick at his ring. I met resistance.

"Don't worry about me," he said. "I'll be fine."

I pressed harder and felt the resistance give. I slid into Michael. An amateur, I did not do so as slowly as I should have. I treated him like a woman, and I went in as far as I could was too fast. We both gasped as I did.

We stared at each other. Michael smiled at me. As I started to fuck him, I closed my eyes and tried to make that smile disappear from my mind. I couldn't.

I'm not sure what I expected, but Michael's ass was smooth and tight and warm. I hadn't fucked anyone in a long time, and I was not going to last long.

Michael raised his legs, which provided a much better angle. I could now easily base out in his ass. As I did, Michael grabbed my ass and tried to drive me in deeper than I could go. I started to sweat.

We were soon moving in rhythm. I felt my orgasm build in my balls. I wanted to slow down and savor it, but I couldn't. I had gone too far, and there was no turning back.

I fucked Michael's ass as fast and as hard as I could. Michael jerked his dick in rhythm with my thrusts. We came at the same time, me filling Michael's ass and Michael hitting my headboard with the first shot, his face with the second, and his abdomen and chest with the third, fourth, fifth, and . . . .

I collapsed onto him. I was covered in sweat. And, now, Michael's cum.

Michael ran his hands through my hair. I would have raised up to look at him, but I did not have the strength.

I heard him mumble, "Happy birthday to me." I smiled as he did.