Clayton Masters drove his pickup to a stop in the nearest clearing he could find. Karen, his date for the night, sat on the passenger seat, her legs spread as wide as the seat would allow, her panties down to her knees. Clay's right hand was buried in her crotch, his index finger frantically wriggling and swirling inside her velvety orifice. She moaned through gritted teeth, almost delirious at the pleasure his finger was bringing her. The rumors she'd been hearing at school were all true, Clay definitely knew how to please a girl with his fingers. His technique was powered by strong hands earned from helping out at his family's ranch. It was all she could do to hold on to the seatbelt with one hand and Clay's big bicep with another. She whimpered as she felt her orgasm approach, and had to bite her hand to keep from screaming as Clay's embedded digit brought her to a trembling climax. For what seemed like infinity he kept her there, at that plateau between heaven and hell, until she could finally take no more and pushed his hand away. For a few seconds she breathed heavily as she recovered from the best orgasm of her young life.

"Oh Clay... Oh baby, where did you learn to do that?" She said in between gasps. Yeah, Clay definitely knew how to please pussy with his fingers. But suddenly she thought, if he could do that with his smallest appendage, what could he do with a larger one?

She looked deep into his bright blue eyes, saw the infinite pool of lust that could only be seen in an 18 year old boy at his sexual prime, and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. Clay fought back with his tongue as if his life depended on it, his fingers renewing their attack on her primed clitoris. Already his briefs were soaked with precum from the hour of foreplay he'd endured, and the torrid kiss brought out another glob of slime to add to the mess. Karen slid her hand inside his shirt from underneath to his big pecs and tweaked his nipple, something she knew most men loved. He groaned through their tongue-fight, the assault on his sensitive nipples almost too much for him to bear. His balls ached horribly, and he knew he was going to have a severe case of blueballs after this night was done. "Aww fuck babe that feels so good.." He could only whimper. But Karen wasn't done. She moved her hand from his tortured nipples and slid them south, past his rock hard abs to his belt... Then Clay pulled her hand away.

"No babe, not that. Let's keep making out, this is so good." Clay said suddenly.

"Oh come on baby, stop teasing, I need your cock inside me." Karen said seductively. Again she tried to unbuckle his belt, but Clay shoved her hands away, this time more forcefully. "What's wrong baby?" She said, totally confused.

"Nothing... Nothing Karen, it's late, I should take you home." Was all he said, and he started the engine and proceeded to take the route to Karen's house.

"I really don't get you Clay, you bring me out here, we make out, you stick your finger inside me but you won't fuck me?" She said, a hint of anger in her voice. "What? You think I'm dirty or something?"

"No, its nothing that! Just let it go karen, I'm just... I'm no longer in the mood alright." He said as he pulled over Karen's driveway. He looked at the windows of the house, not wanting to look at Karen and the hurt expression on her face. The lights were still on, evidence that her parents were waiting up for her.

"Well then you're a fucking faggot Clay! Don't ever call me again." She said as she slammed the door to Clay's pickup.

"Fuck!" Clay said as he banged his head against the wheel. Another ruined date, he thought. But was there really any other choice? No, there wasn't, he said bitterly to himself. He began the long drive home, feeling as low as ever about himself. He really liked Karen, and he thought it was really going to go somewhere with her. He cursed himself for letting their make-out session get that far, for letting his hormones think for him. Now here he was, dumped yet again, left with nothing but balls that were aching with unreleased passion. This time the pain was particularly bad, and he was having trouble in his seat, his engorged nuts nestled uncomfortably between his big muscular thighs. Still, the physical pain was nothing compared to the sting of another rejection. He knew there was only one person that he could turn to now, and he took a detour on his way home.

His route took him to an old victorian house owned by the Wellings, old friends of his family. He rang the doorbell three times before someone finally opened the door. "What do you want? Its so freaking late..." The guy who answered the door said sleepily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey Jake, its Clay. I... I just need to talk man, if it's ok." He said, trying to keep his voice down to avoid waking the elder Wellings.

"Clay? Man what are you doing out so late? Its three AM." Jake said as he opened the door wide to let in the bigger teen. Jake and Clay had been buddies since they were in the womb, or so their mothers always told them. The Masters' and the Wellings have been friends since both their dads grew up together, enlisted in the army together, and then settled on patches of land not far from each other. Clay's dad ran a cattle ranch with the help of hired hands, and the Wellings ran a thriving wheat farm. Jake and Clay were always helpful around the farms, and even from an early age made it a point to help out with the work after school. The boys shared everything from toys to books when they were young, and explored everything that adolescence had to offer together. They were inseperable, even now in their senior year in high school.

"Karen dumped me." Clay said stiffly as the two proceeded to the kitchen. Jake grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one to Clay.

"Oh shit Clay, sorry man. I know you really liked her." Jake knew exactly what the problem was, this wasn't the first time Clay came calling in the middle of the night after being dumped, and he knew what it entailed. "That kind of problem, huh. We better take this upstairs then." He led Clay to his room on the 2nd floor of the house, and then proceeded to talk about the night's events. Once Jake was filled in with all the details, all he could do was shake his head and give his best friend's shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"Im such fucking a loser man. What girl would want me? Im a freak." Clay said in between swigs of beer, his eyes becoming moist. It physically hurt Jake to see his friend in such pain. They'd shared everything, been there for each other through the hardest parts of growing up. Clay's was the shoulder he cried on when he realized at 15 that he was gay, the strong arms that held him and said that everything would be alright when his first boyfriend dumped him a year after that. Jake, on the other hand, was there to hold his friend's hand at the hospital after a car accident when they were 12 years old, an accident that had claimed his mother's life and a part of Clay that haunted him to this very day. They were each other's anchor.

"Come on Clay, don't say that, any girl would be lucky to have you man. Its just a matter of finding the right one." Jake said, trying his best to lift Clay's spirits up although he knew it was in vain.

"No shit, Jake? Then why is it that every fucking time I'm getting somewhere with a girl these things take control and it all goes to shit?" He said as he gave his balls a hard squeeze, wincing slightly at the pain.

"Will you stop beating yourself up over that already? We're guys, its just normal that we let our balls take the wheel sometimes." Jake said, emptying his bottle of beer and dropping it to the floor beside his bed.

"Yeah, and look where it gets me. Dumped, alone, with balls aching like hell." He said as he absentmindedly caressed his tortured nuts, trying to soothe the awful case of blueballs by any degree. He looked at Jake, tentative, but when their gaze met the understanding between them almost lit up the room.

"Well man, that I can help you with." Jake said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, knowing that he could do something to ease his friend's pain. He knew where this was going, and his cock began to stir inside his boxers at the thought of what was to come next. Clay shifted his eyes to the floor. He needed this, whatever this is, and only his best friend could give it to him. It had been uncomfortable the first few times, but Jake assured him that he wanted to do it. Still, Clay couldn't silence that small part of his mind that felt like he was using Jake for his own selfish reasons.

"Are... Are you sure Jake? I mean..." Clay began to say.

"Dude, just get your goddamn clothes off before I change my mind." Jake said with obviously feigned impatience. He rolled his eyes, and they both laughed as the tension in the room finally shattered to nothing. In truth, his trapped cock was already rising to full mast and was starting to make an obscene tent in his boxers.

Clay got off the bed and wasted no time taking off his shoes and socks and throwing them aside. Next came his shirt, and again Jake was mesmerized by his best buddy's physique. While he was no shrimp himself due to the work he does at the farm, Clay was bigger, and while Jake was lean and athletic, his friend's body was gifted with bulky muscles in all the right places. Both guys sported a thin coating of fur on their chests, but Clay's ran all the way down to a love trail that made him even more sexier to Jake's eyes. Clay started to unbuckle his belt, but as was the case every time, became tentative when he was about to drop his pants. Jake knew his friend's difficulty with this part based on experience, and helped his buddy by pulling the jeans down Clay's big thighs himself. Immediately his eyes went to the soaked briefs and the two obscene bulges Clay's balls made.

"Dude, your undies are a mess! That chick really got riled up, huh? Are you sure you didn't come yet?" Jake said as he breathed in his friend's aroma. Clay's crotch was less than a foot away from his face and the combination of precum and clean sweat made his cock lurch, and a glob of precum escaped the tip to wet his own underwear. Even at that distance he could feel the intense heat radiating from his friend's crotch.

"I wish, man. You've seen her. She's so freaking hot. And that pussy, fuck it was squeezing my fingers like it wanted to strangle them. If only.. if only I could... AAAAAH!" Jake cut off his friend's what-ifs with a technique that he knew always worked. He sucked one of the massive balls into his mouth, still trapped within their cloth prison, and rolled his tongue around. It did Clay no good wishing for things that could never be, and he knew that his friend was destined to be happy no matter what imagined shortcomings he had.

"Shit man that feels so good.." Was all Clay could mutter. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth half open, concentrating on the amazing feeling of Jake's mouth on his aching balls.

"Well get ready for something even better buddy. Just lie down and I'll take care of these babies for you." Clay followed his buddy's instructions and lay down on the bed, spreading his legs and lifting his arms up while lacing his fingers behind his head. He was surrendering his body to Jake, something that he could never do with anyone else. They had seen each other through the hardest of times, and the bond of trust between them was the only thing strong enough to pierce through his insecurities. Jake was always there for him, he'd never asked for anything in return, and he'd never judged. Their gazes met once more, and Clay couldn't suppress a smile, that bright smile that melted hearts and got him out of any trouble he got into. Jake felt the proverbial butterflies run amok in his stomach every time his buddy flashed that crooked smile and worked those adorable dimples, and this time was no different.

"Shit Clay, have I told you before how fucking hot you are?" He said as he grabbed his buddy's huge balls through his briefs and massaged them gently, using their coating of precum as lubricant.

"Fuck, and these balls man, they're huge! How the hell do you walk around with these?" He knew his buddy's ego needed stroking too, and Jake was only too happy to oblige by repeating how big his balls were, how manly they made him. Cale had balls the size of goose eggs, and Jake thought that they were the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

He continued his massage as his lips made their way to Clay's nipples. He began licking them in turn, eliciting another string of gasps and groans. Clay had his big muscular arms up, and Jake's next stop were the furry armpits that were just begging for a good licking. This made the bigger teen giggle from the ticklish sensation, as Jason breathed in his buddy's scent. It was like the rest of him, clean, but strong and musculine. Jason loved Clay's smell, the soap he used on the shower earlier mixed in with a good amount of healthy teen sweat, and his cock responded by reminding him it was hard as steel and aching for a good rub.

"You are so weird, man." Clay noted with a giggle as his buddy attacked his armpits. The first time Jake sniffed his armpits, he had blushed fiercely thinking of the strong scent that must've greeted his friend. Jake seemed to enjoy it immensely though, so Clay just filed it under one of his buddy's cute little quirks.

"Shit, you just smell so amazing Clay, like a fucking bull in heat." Jake emphasized the last statement with a strong squeeze to his friend's balls. He reluctantly left the furry nook and resumed his work on Clay's nipples, all the while his hands were massaging the bull balls, rolling them in their sac and squeezing them with increasing intensity. This elicited a loud groan from Clay, a groan so low and filled with lust that his body quivered with it.

Jake didn't need further encouragement. He hooked his fingers through the top of Clay's briefs, and took off his friend's underwear in one smooth motion. The sight of his best friend in all his naked glory never failed to take Jake's breath away. He took his time to admire the perfect creature in front of him. He started with the dark brown mess of Clay's short curly hair, which was in sharp contrast to his bright blue eyes. Next was the small nose that was cuter than anything had a right to be on such a large guy, sitting above the most luscious pink lips that were heavier at the bottom than on the top. Clay was one of those guys that had a five o'clock shadow five minutes after he shaved, and Jake thought it made him look so damn masculine that he'd be envious if he wasn't so busy finding it attractive. Next his gaze wandered down to the strong neck muscles that curved to broad shoulders and bulging arms. Because of Jake's position, arms up and hands behind his head, Clay couldn't help but let his eyes linger a few seconds on the darkly furred armpits that he'd licked and sniffed and made out with a few moments ago. Damn but this boy did things to his imagination that could not possibly be legal.

"Wow." Was the only thing Jake could say at the moment. He continued his inspection, noting with a little amusement that all the attention was making Jake blush, his lightly tanned skin blushing several shades of crimson. It was most evident on his bulging pectorals and torso, having seen much less sun than his extremities.

Jake used one trembling digit to trace the dark patch of fur on his friend's chest south, down to his belly button and then to his treasure trail. Clay's abs clenched at the sensual touch, their definition making Jake's mouth water. Still, the finger went further, reaching the end of the treasure trail which widened to a thick bush of soft brown pubic hair. He stopped there, then returned his gaze to his friend's eyes. Clay bit his lower lip and looked away. Jake shook his head, wondering if his friend would ever get over his loss and be able to move on with his life. He has to, I'm going to make sure of it, he told himself. Jake's finger continued south, and Clay let out a small whimper as the inquisitive finger reached the hard, one inch nub that was all that remained of his penis.