Circle Of Friends - My Best Friend

Guys feel incredibly close to their best friends, and it is inconceivable to them that they will someday show up at a class reunion and realize that they haven’t seen or spoken to their one time best friends in several years, even though they still live in the same town.

My best friend in grade school was a kid named Ray, and we hung around together most all of the time. We both entered puberty about the same time, and even though we each discovered the Great Sin independently it wasn’t long before we compared notes, and to this day his cock is the only one other than my own that I have stroked. His calm thinking saved our asses when our shoddily built raft collapsed in the middle of the lake, it was with him that I experienced my first nicotine rush as well as the buzz from the skunky Blitz beer we found in a cooler by the river.

Dad and I moved to the city after Mom died and I hadn’t seen Ray in over ten years when we ran into each other at a car show in Spokane. We had a couple of beers and caught up on old times, and it was only then that I realized that we had more in common that I had ever imagined.

Ours was a small town, and I had known forever the story about how Ray’s dad and his vintage Vincent had been wiped out by a drunk driver when Ray was an infant. Ray’s mom, Ellen, was a legal secretary and even in the pre-litigious 1950’s her firm got her a pretty decent settlement that allowed a comfortable, if not extravagant lifestyle for the grieving widow and her son. Ellen never remarried, and despite the efforts of the best matchmakers in the town she remained single and rarely dated.

That all changed when we were in the sixth grade. Art blew into town like a storm and quickly won the hearts and minds of both Ellen and her son. Art had left the teaching profession and a ‘cheating bitch’ in Idaho and had started up a business based on packaging educational materials for small school districts and home-school use. Ellen was completely smitten with Art and it wasn’t long before he moved his office into her home. Tongues wagged, but even the most straight-laced critics of the arrangement agreed that Ellen looked better and was happier than she had been in years.

The change in Ray was evident also. He had always been a bright but lackluster student and Art brought out the best in the boy. He also brought a much-needed father figure to the household, and the somewhat spoiled Ray quickly learned the sanctity of a closed bedroom door and to ignore the sounds that emanated from behind it. Art also spent a lot of time with Ray doing father/son stuff. He had a Jeep station wagon and the two men of the household would load up Ray’s dad’s old canoe and hit the river or go for long hikes in the hills.

I had met Art, of course, and I liked him. Despite the fact that he still had the demeanor of a teacher and demanded more respect that most adults he was fun to be around, and I hated having to leave and stay with my grandparents for the summer when Mom got sick. Years later Ray told me that it was during that summer that his life was turned upside down.

“Mom’s job meant that she sometimes had to leave town and travel with the lawyers. You remember me staying with you guys a time or two, and the rest of the time I went up to my aunt’s place. Well, Ray and Mom were going to get married in October, so it was okay for Ray to take care of me when she was away. That was the year your mom got sick and you spent the summer in Midvale.

“Art took me camping, and we spent a lot of time just messing around, and every night we would talk. I loved it; I never had a dad around like you did, and even though I appreciate every thing your dad did for me it just wasn’t the same as having a dad myself. Anyway, one night Art got talking about ‘duty’, as he called it. He said that fathers have a duty to protect their sons and turn them into men, and sons have certain duties to their fathers. I told him I understood, although I really didn’t have a clue what he was getting at.

“What I really didn’t understand back then was why I couldn’t have a trail bike. Honda had just opened the store in Pullman that spring, and there were a bunch of kids no bigger than me that had those anemic little 50’s, and they used to run around that empty lot behind our house. I begged Mom for one, but she kept saying that I would have to wait until I was older.

“Anyway, we had been out camping for four or five days, and as soon as we got home I went in my bathroom to take a shower. I had just started when Art came in and joined me, saying that the faucet in the other one had broken. I didn’t think too much of it then, after all we had been showering in school all year and the older guys from high school that helped the coach would shower with us. The only thing a little strange was that Art made a point out of showing me how to wash my dick. We got out and dried off, but instead of getting dressed he had me set on the edge of the bed, and he gave me this little speech about duty.

”There are certain duties that fathers and sons share,” he began. “And they never tell anyone else, not even their wives, mothers, or best friends about. Your mother and I will be married in a few months and I would really like you be a real son to me and not just a stepson. Would you like that too, Raymond?”

Hell yes I would. At that point I would have walked across burning coals to please Art.

“Good,” he said. “Here’s one of the duties fathers have to their sons. It helps turn them into men.”

“He had me lay back on the edge of the bed so he could kneel between my legs, and then he started licking my balls, just like a dog licks his own. I was just a hairless little kid then, and I didn’t even have enough dick to get up, let alone have an orgasm, but it still felt good. After a while he asked me to do the same to him.

“You know that talk your dad gave us when the Scoutmaster, Mr. Morrison, left town real fast? How he said that some men were sick and that we should never do anything that made us uncomfortable? Well, this was nothing like that at all. I mean, Art was practically my father, and I would have gladly done anything he suggested.

“Anyway, I started licking his balls, and just like what we now know would happen his dick got hard and after a while he shuddered and shot three wads onto his belly. I didn’t know what all that was about then, but he just got up, cleaned himself off, and suggested that we go get a hamburger and then go into town and look at the new Hondas. He said he thought he had Mom talked into letting me have one.

“Mom came home the next day and things were pretty cool for a while after that. The next month she had to leave again, and Art came into my room just when I was getting ready for bed. He asked me if I had washed myself correctly, the way he had shown me. I told him that I had and he said that we would have another lesson on ‘duty’. There were things I’d rather do, but I really loved Art so I agreed. It started out just like the last time but he finished by taking my dick in his mouth and sucking on it.

“You don’t have to swallow,” he told me when it was my turn. “But it will make a man out of you and please me if you do.”

“I must have really pleased him that evening, because he said that tomorrow we would go down to the Honda shop and try to decide what color would be best.

“School had just started, we were in the seventh grade, when I got the last lesson in duty. Mom had been out of town all week on a trial, and right after supper Art fucked me in the ass.”

“You let him do that to you?” I asked, incredulously. Sodomy had been forced upon me, aided by a knife.

“He conned me into it. You always trust people like teachers, and he said that unless I did that I would never get to be a man. He said that some of the boys in the school probably had a lot of hair and were getting a lot bigger down there than I was, and he was right. You remember how hairy Greg was, don’t you? Well, Art said that I’d never get there unless a man ‘helped’ me, as he put it, and that all fathers and sons did it but that they never talked about it. You were starting to get ahead of me back then, and I just figured that you never told me why. Anyway, he pointed out that his cock wasn’t really any bigger than the turds that I put in the toilet, and that it would feel just as good as taking a big dump. He put on a rubber, the first I had ever seen, rubbed on some Vaseline, and had me bend over the side of the bed.”

“Did it feel as good as taking a dump?” I asked. I had done some wild things but I had never been there.

“No! It hurt like hell. He said that it always hurt the first time, and that I might even bleed a little but after that it would feel great. Then he told me that he thought a Honda 50 was too small for a growing man like me and that we should start right off with a 90. He knew that my birthday was coming up and he said he had talked Mom into it.

“Mom got home late that night, but I was already asleep. They slept in the next morning, so I just got dressed and went to school like I always did.

“I was dressing for PE when Billy Jones pointed out a little spot of blood on my underpants. I just told him that I had done the duty with Dad last night, figuring that since he already had some hair that would be enough explanation. He didn’t know anything about any ‘duty’, but he had kind of a smart mouth and said something about how Art wasn’t my Dad, just some guy that was porking my Mom. That pissed me off so I took a swing at him.”

“I remember that,” I said. “I always kind of wondered what had happened.”

“Yeah, well when Mr. Larson came over and broke it up he saw the blood too, and after he got us all started in on our calisthenics he turned the class over to one of the high school assistants and went in and called my Mom.”

Ray went on to tell me about the rest of that day. The PE teacher called Ellen at The law office and suggested that it was possible that Ray had been abused. A day earlier Ellen would have brushed it off as being preposterous, but earlier that morning she had opened a package that was addressed to her at the office. It was from the ‘cheating bitch’, and it contained several pictures of Art, only with a different name, and many newspaper articles that detailed why Art could no longer teach school or have any contact with minors in Idaho. Determined to get to the bottom of all of this Ellen enlisted the aid Mattie Harris, the family law expert at the firm, and headed for the school for a consultation with her son. Ray held fast to the Code Of The Duty and refused the enemy anything but name, rank, and serial number. After all, they wouldn’t understand about duty. Mattie, who was one of Ray’s favorite people, finally took him aside and quietly asked if the ‘duty’ included swallowing.

“No!” Ray cried, defensively. “I did that because I wanted to!”

With that single chink his armor crumbled and the whole sordid story came to light. Ellen was appalled, quite naturally, but she put Ray’s well being ahead of what she later admitted was lust and let the disease run its course. The senior partner in the firm was summoned, and after realizing that police involvement would be humiliating for everyone and would do nothing to help the situation he called in some help from some old friends of his. The Carter brothers, totaling four hundred and thirty pounds, called on Art, helped him pack his gear, and even gave him a friendly little kick in the nuts to speed him on his way. Ray underwent a few sessions of therapy to ease his mind and was finally told to just get over it.

“I thought you acted a little weird for a while back then,” I commented. “But we were all a little weird, what with puberty and everything.”

“You were my best friend and I should have told you about it,” he apologized, “But they said I shouldn’t tell anyone, and I just figured you’d think I was a queer or something.”

I stammered a little, cleared my throat, and said. “ Something happened to me that I didn’t tell you about, either. Do you remember the summer when I wrecked my bike?”

“Yeah, I remember! Your nuts got as big as a grapefruit and turned blue!”

“That’s right, only I didn’t crash the bike. The Dalton twins grabbed me and made me suck them off. They threatened to castrate me if I didn’t do it, and then afterwards they kicked me in the balls”

“The Dalton twins? Weren’t they the psychos that nutted each other?” Ray said, trying to remember.

“They, uh, had a little help.” I admitted, and then went on to explain how I had spiked their liquor and then banded them. I also confessed to another depravity, one that I hadn’t even told my buddies on the swim team about.

“You know how you used to wake up every morning with a hard on? Well, I hadn’t had that happen since they kicked me in the balls. I could still get it up by flogging it, but it just wasn’t the same. I thought they had screwed me up or something. I sat there and watched their balls turn black and die, and as I did I got hard. I guess I wanted to know if everything still worked right or something, anyway I screwed Lenny in the ass. He was the one with the scar on his cheek. I was only going to stick it in him and then pull it out but I just couldn’t help myself. Every since that time I’ve been okay.”

“Wow!” Ray commented. You were what? Thirteen then?”

“Yeah. That was just before we went in the eighth grade. Everything was great after that. I had a good time there and in high school, even though I still missed you.” I reflected.

“High school is supposed to be the best time of a guy’s life, Ray stated, factually, “but I was miserable. I felt sort of tainted or something. I wanted to date, but every time I got close to a girl I thought about how Art had used me as one and I went soft. I thought they could still smell his cock on my breath. I know it was stupid, but I still felt that way.

“ I got a job out at the airport, washing and gassing planes, and sort of just helping out. It didn’t pay much, even for a high school kid, but it was a lot of fun and I even got a few flying lessons thrown in.”

“One day John Carter came in. You might remember him; he was a farmer that was always in some kind of trouble. He had an old Beechcraft Bonanza that he kept at his farm. He invited me to go for a ride with him. I had the rest of the afternoon off and liked to fly, so we took off. He climbed the plane to altitude and swung the control yoke over to me and gave me a southerly compass heading to hold. I hadn’t even soloed yet, and a Bonanza is a real handful for an inexperienced pilot, so I felt kind of honored to be allowed to handle the controls. An hour later he took over, reduced the power, and executed a perfect landing in a small field. He must have had several thousand hours in that airplane and it really showed in the smooth manner he handled the craft.

“ I don’t know where it was, but it was really isolated, with just some tiedowns and an old hanger with a few cars around it. He secured the aircraft and we went into the hanger. Art was there. He was naked and tied to a post. His whole body had been shaved, and he looked really young, sort of like a little kid, only with balls and a bigger dick.

“John Clark told me that Art had been found in Oregon and that he had been messing around with another boy, and that was going to be his last one. He said that the privilege of curing him of his sickness would go to me, or if I didn’t want to do it someone else would instead. He didn’t say right out what this ‘cure’ would be, but there was a lot of medical type supplies handy and after he tied a rubber tourniquet tightly around Arts balls it was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do.

“Art kept pleading with me to remember the good times we had together and to consider all of the fun things we did. I remembered, all right, and I didn’t even hesitate to pick up the knife. I grabbed his balls and just held them for a long time, and as I did I started to get hard, and amazingly, so did Art. It was almost as if he wanted me to do it, and when I couldn’t stand it anymore I pulled down and made one slice with the knife and it was over.

“It seems weird now, thinking about it, but what surprised me most was how heavy his balls felt afterwards as I held them in my hand. They weren’t even as large as my own but they seemed impossibly heavy, and I wondered what it would be like not having them swing around down there anymore.

“The other guys there took care of Art, and John Clark and I flew back to Pullman. I had a date that night, and for the first time in my life I got an erection just by kissing a girl. Things got even better after that, and they have stayed that way ever since.”

I paid the tab, Ray left a generous tip, and we walked out into the sunlight, squinting from the darkness of the bar.

“See you later, buddy,” Ray said. “Call me if the next time you’re in town.”

“I’ll be sure and do that!” I said, knowing that another ten years would probably pass until I would see my best friend again.