A Mirror Image

by Trey Williams Waking up next to him was the strangest thing. We had spent the night together dozens of times throughout our teenage years, but this time was very, very different. Usually Greg would wake up first around 8:00 a.m. and punch me on the shoulder before going to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. I always stayed in the bed a few more minutes after he left. On this Saturday morning, I was awake first around 10:00 a.m. Things felt really different. I glanced around the room to make sure reality was reality. I couldn't believe what had happened only 8 hours ago. I stared at him lying there, dead asleep, the crisp white sheet ruffled around his waist and thighs, his well-defined chest exposed to the cool morning air. I looked over the side of the bed. The Trojan on the green paper glared back at me, reminding me that this wasn't a dream. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my shoulder--my forearm rested against his shoulder. I wanted to remember every detail. The Homecoming football game was a total disaster. Greg and the rest of the team were worthless on the rainy, South Georgia field. When the buzzer finally sounded, the stands emptied into the gymnasium across the distance. Win or loss, the annual Homecoming Dance would go on. The Dance was one of the bigger events in our town of 8,000 people. As freshmen, we had thought it was the biggest trip. As seniors, we thought it was one of the last social steps out of our academic careers. Dates were optional, and most guys went stag. The girls in our class were few and far between. We hung around 'til almost 11:00 p.m. I chatted with friends, danced some slow dances with a few girls, and decided I was ready to go. Greg was feeling up some sophomore cheerleader in the corner. We both knew he wouldn't be gettin' any of that, so I told him to bring his ass on. He knew it was a dead-end trick, so he grabbed his jacket and walked out with me. We got to Greg's house around 11:30 p.m. Never having gone to bed before midnight, we sat around in Greg's room and looked at a few out-dated Playboys he had stashed under his bed. Our discussions always turned to "how hard we'd fuck her," or "what titi-fuckin' would feel like with tits like hers." Greg had been with 2 different girls during the last year. Both were sluts who rode him because he was the class jock. He liked to be reminded of it often. "So you ever gonna get any?" he'd joke with me while flippin' the pages of one of the mags. "Fuck you," I'd respond confidently. Greg and I had that guy-guy relationship that all 18-year-old guys have during high school. We shared sexual fantasies, he talked about pussy, and I listened. All the while, the sexual tension between us was very intense. Greg had played with his cock a little in his pants on few occasions while we talked shit. We had both seen each other naked in gym class, so there were no surprises, or comparisons, in the meat department. I had a good 2 inches on his jock ass. He knew it, too. I reminded him of it often when he'd start in with those "nerd" jokes and shit like that. Greg and I had been friends since I could remember; we were both smart, but I had moved up to the top of our class the last 2 years. We were both attractive guys. Neither of us were arrogant or conceited--just average guys in an average town. We stripped down to our underwear and got into bed. Greg reached up and turned off the lights. We always talked in the dark in the bed about sex. We were both hard as bricks, gently stroking our cocks, without acknowledging the other one was, slowly leaking that pre-cum jizz. This night, Greg was a little more daring. "Man, how often do you jack off?" he asked. "What?" I replied. "It's cool, man...hell, I'll tell if you do." "Hell, I don't know," I responded, "2, 3 times a week." "Is that all?" he seemed surprised. Honestly, it was. "Yeah...why?" I answered. "No reason," he responded, "I usually cum once a day...you know...to keep it in proper working order." I laughed out loud, not being mindful of Greg's parents sleeping two doors down. "Working order?" I begged of him, "with all that pussy you been gettin'." Out of nowhere, Greg suddenly sprang up and rolled over on top of me. "What the fuck?!" I yelled. "Shut-up, man," he said, "just shut the fuck up and listen to me." He pushed his left hand over my mouth; I felt a little wetness brush against my mouth. Although I was about 5 inches taller than Greg, he outweighed me about 30 pounds and 5 days a week in the weight room. His mass amazed me. I literally could not move, and I think he knew it. I felt captive. What was he doing? Had he flipped out? I was scared, but amazed at what was happening. "You wanna try something?" he asked me. I stuck my tongue out and licked his palm. "What the f--," he jerked his hand back. "What the hell are you doing, Greg?" I asked. "Nothing, man, I just thought I'd scare you." "Well, fuck off, dude...what are you talking about?" I asked. "You've got a pretty stiff prick right now, don't ya?" he asked as he glanced down toward my cock. He was still sitting on top of me. "About half as hard as yours, big boy," I replied, glancing at his cock head sticking above the waistband of his briefs. Enough light shined in through the bedroom window to see the outline of the rest of his dick in his briefs. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, pressing my wrists against the headboard. "Huh?" I replied. Greg leaned over and pressed his chest against mine, lowering his mouth near my face. I could practically taste his breath as he stared in my eyes. "I know you want this," he said. I couldn't speak. I just glared into his eyes. His cheekbones were an inch from mine. I just lay there--petrified. He was so, so right. I had jerked off so many times thinking about Greg's jock cock being rammed into my tight little hairy ass. I never considered myself gay, that is, until I began cruising the gay pics and stories on the internet. Girls just didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a fine cock brought my 8" to attention in seconds. There was no way I would admit it to anyone in this town; I figured I could get away to college and experiment or whatever. I vowed to keep my little secret. That is, until this moment. "What do you want me to say?" I asked him. "What the hell," I thought to myself...either he'll listen to me or beat the living shit out of me. "Say you want to try it, Trey" he replied. "Wanna try what?" I asked. "You know man, sucking cock, eating ass, all that shit you've been looking at on the computer." What? How did he know about that? "You need to clean your cache, Trey, it's a little trick I learned in computer class," he replied. I was really confused. "I checked your hard drive the other day at your house when you went to the bathroom," he said, "I thought I saw you looking at a naked man once when I came into your bedroom." Damn! He was on to me! "All those images go straight to your Hard drive for a little while, man," he smirked. What was I to say to him now? It was obvious he knew the deal, but what did I have to lose at this point? The man I was dreaming about was mounted on top of me, naked and stiff as a rock. Hell, he's the one who mentioned "trying it." What the fuck... "Greg, man, this is really fucked up," I told him. He leaned back and let go of my arms--still sitting atop my waist. "Tell me what you feel," he said. The gauntlet was open. I began describing my thoughts and desires about guys, cocks, and male-to-male sex. I figured it would do no good holding back, since it was obvious that he knew I was into guys. However, I didn't mention his name specifically. I thought that might push him over the edge ever further. Greg just sat there and listened. His cock remained concrete the entire time. It was then his turn. Time to hear what he thought about his best friend gone queer. The next thing that happened made my heart stop beating. I expected Greg to get off of me, kick my ass out of the house, and tell me to fuck off forever. I couldn't have been any more wrong. He did get off of me. He rolled over the edge of the bed and stood on the hardwood floor in the window's light. He reached down and slowly began to pull off his briefs. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was getting naked...but why? "Go ahead, Trey," he said. Nervously, I began to pull my underwear down in the bed. Greg reached out and pulled them off of my feet and tossed them in the floor. This was unbelievable. Greg--standing in the twilight, cock firm and body ripped; me--lying in his bed, trembling and rock hard. "You wanna try sucking first?" he whispered. What a question. I didn't respond with words. I slid over to the edge of the bed and sat up with my feet on the cold floor. I reached out and pulled his waist toward me. His body was shaking. He placed his large hands on my shoulders. Heaven was a place on Earth. I licked my lips and worked up a load of warm saliva in my mouth as I gripped his meaty cut cock with my right hand. The scent of his cock and pubic hair sent me far and away. For a moment, I swore I was in the locker room during P.E. The smell of 30 sweaty guys was bundled up in Greg's crotch, right in my face. I slowly tugged on his tool a few times before my lips parted. I had seen so many pics of cock sucking, read so many posts of how pleasurable it was, and here was my debut. I had to let Greg know how much this meant to me. I had to please him in order to please myself. I took Greg's cock head in my mouth and held it there for a few seconds. I swirled my saliva around the solid head with my darting tongue, paying special attention to his piss hole. I continued to pull on the base of his 6" rod as I began to bob my head back and forth. In and out, in and out, nice and slow--at first. I made it a point to tongue the underside of Greg's cock, right below the head, with extra vigor--knowing this area was so sensitive. Greg moaned loudly in pleasure as I hit the high notes. With each bob of my head, he began pulling my shoulders with his firm grip. His cock had started out pointing directly at my face but had arched up in an even more erect state. My saliva was running down the length of his shaft, getting lost in between my fingers and dribbling down to Greg's ball sac. I was pleasing him. This was what I had dreamed of. I began sucking him faster and faster, trying my best to make him cum. This was something I needed to feel. The thought of Greg coating my face with his hot, thick, spray of man juice crowded my brain. I was jerking and sucking him off at a fevered pitch...his moans grew louder and louder, closer and closer. I kept waiting to feel his cock tighten, knowing the eruption was soon to follow. My predictions were not necessary--as I sucked hard on Greg's Cock head, he reached over and began jerking his cock as it rammed into my welcoming mouth. This was it. I knew it. He was gonna cum in a matter of seconds. All the anticipation had me so cum hungry. "Ohh, ohh, ohh God..." I heard him moan, as he grabbed firm the base of his cock and threw back his neck. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and awaited the creamy shower. Little drops of jizz began to sprinkle over my nose and forehead. The moonlight shined through the window and illuminated the juice beginning to flow from Greg's thick cock. He pointed the convulsing beast right at my mouth and the volcano erupted. Although only seconds, it seemed like days. Thick globs of cum streamed out and smacked my face head-on. I could feel it running down my cheeks. Jet after jet burst out of his meat, covering my face in the pale moonlight. His cum was so hot...almost burning my face, tingling my lips. Greg squeezed his cock from base to tip, not wanting to waste a morsel of his juice. I reached up and pulled his cock to my face, smearing his artwork all over my canvas. "Ohh, Trey..." he mumbled, "ohh, God..." The sweaty, 5'10" running back just stood there, his cock in my hands, his cum on my face. The moments following the cum bath were the most awkward. I unlocked the door and walked into the hall bathroom to clean myself up. My cock was parallel to my chest the entire time. I had not even thought about jerking off or cumming during my entire blow job on Greg. While in the bathroom, I began to jerk my swollen sword to the image of Greg's cum flying into my face. I knew I could cum in about a minute, so I thought "what the hell." I sat down on the toilet and put my feet up on the side of the tub. There I was, completely naked, jerking off in Greg's parents' house. Had I totally lost it? I didn't care. This orgasm was gonna blow the roof of the fucking place. I only wished Greg's beautiful mouth was there to catch it. As I leaned back and prepared to blow my biggest load, the door swung open and there stood Greg...still naked and hard as ever. I jerked my feet to the floor and dropped my cock from my guilty hand. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered nervously. "I'd like to know the same!" he laughed and boasted loudly. Half embarrassed, but more frightened, I told him to get the fuck out of there. "What's the worry, brother?" he asked. "Your fucking parents are within 10 feet of here, and you're asking ME what's the worry?" I sarcastically replied. "Man, they're not even here...they went out of town to Dad's class reunion...we've got the place to ourselves." My heart began beating again. We had been alone the entire time--not that that stopped us from anything earlier. "Why you wanna waste that load, dude?" Greg asked me as I stood up in the bathroom. "Ever heard of blue balls?" I replied. "Oh, yeah...I guess you need to get rid of that shit real quick," he responded as he walked closer to me. The thought came over me, but I knew better. Greg grabbed my prick and played with it a little while looking in the mirror. "So much for knowing better," I thought to myself. "Greg...you're not gay, are you?" I asked. "Hell, no I ain't!" he responded. I would've asked why he was jerking my cock, but I really didn't want an answer. "You don't mind me returning the favor, do you?" he asked while looking down at my cock. Was he serious? Was he planning on going down on me right here in the bathroom? This had to be a dream. I smiled back at him, hoping that would affirm his intentions--whatever they were. He used his hands to urge me down to the tile floor, laying me on my back. My head rested against the base of the toilet. Uncomfortable never came to mind. My biggest jock, recent pussy gettin', best friend was sucking my cock. Things were definitely looking up for our relationship. Greg was on all fours, preying over my cock like an animal. I held my throbbing member up straight and he latched on really quickly. He was following my lead--saliva poured down my cock from his hot mouth. I stroked the base of my lengthy cock as his well-trimmed blond head bounced up and down. This was sheer ecstasy. I didn't know what else could happen. The thought of shooting my load all over his pecs and chest was all to clear. That was definitely something I'd seen on the net and surer wanted to do. As Greg bobbed up and down on my pole, I noticed his ass in the full mirror on the back of the bathroom door. God, this was a perfect picture. His tight bubble butt was arched up ever so slightly, providing a peek into his hairy ass crack. I wanted to taste his ass. In the bedroom, I thought we were done after I sucked him off. Now that he had made the next move by sucking my dick, I figured I might be able to try something else. I began to slowly inch around on the floor, attempting to force us into a fierce 69, putting my mouth right behind his athletic ass. Greg seemed to know where I was headed, and eventually we shifted positions so that I was underneath him--in reverse. His cock was so thick and hard in the bathroom light. This guy was something else. I glanced down my chest line, seeing him stroking my cock and eat it up was a real turn-on. This was so much more than I ever expected. I didn't want to alarm Greg by sticking my tongue straight in his ass, so I began tongue bathing his balls. I slowly worked my way up the hairy trail to his ass crack, ending up directly in his dark hole. He didn't even budge. Maybe he did expect it. After all, he had seen some of those pics on my computer. The taste of his ass hole was incredible. The combined juices from my saliva and the cum which had found its way down there was overwhelming. I poked my tongue in and out of his puckered hole, licking around the edges like I had a horse's tongue. This was great. All my dreams were coming true. As I was servicing Greg's manhole, I felt my cock hit my chest. Once again, I had lost focus on cumming myself. Pleasing Greg was my only objective. However, Greg had an objective of his own. I guess he was playing quid-pro-quo with me. Greg had pulled himself up a little and was now tonguing my ass. This for that was okay with me. He attempted to do the same thing I was doing--darting in and out, licking around the edges. It was amazing. I decided to go out on a limb and lubed up my bird finger, hoping to get it in Greg's ass, hoping he'd do the same to me. It worked like a charm. His ass was so, so tight, but I managed to work a long, lubed up bird finger all the way in. Still, not a shudder or a word from Greg. He was jamming a finger in my hole, trying to keep up the pace. I wanted more. I had put three of my own fingers in my hole the night before, and was used to a good stretching. I wanted that cock of his in my ass. I knew he would do it if I asked. I knew he would do anything I wanted at this stage. I pushed Greg's torso off of me. He leaned up and looked me in the eyes. I think he thought he had done something to offend me. He was so innocent looking. This thick, tough jock looked at me with the bluest puppy-dog eyes. "You wanna fuck me?" I asked. He was startled. Maybe this was the wrong question. Maybe he was scared to go that far. "Do you want me to?" he asked back. I didn't have to answer. I stood up and led him back into the bedroom. I knew he kept his rubbers in the nightstand in a cigar box. I reached down and pulled out one. I carefully tore the Trojan open and unrolled the it onto his still-firm tool. He just looked at me as we walked back into the bathroom. I shut the door behind us and lay down on the floor once more. I had my head against the back of the door. My asshole was drenched with Greg's warm mouth juice, and I reached around and inserted two fingers just to show Greg how easy it was. Hell. I was acting like the pro here, and didn't have a damn bit of experience. Only what I'd seen on the computer. I pulled my legs up tight against my stomach, urging Greg to lean in and take me. I felt the tip of his cock touch my sphincter. This was going to be so damn wonderful. I relaxed and let Greg take in the moment. He had just noticed that he was looking directly into the mirror on the back of the door. I wanted him to watch himself fuck me. This way, he would remember it each time he looked into that mirror. Greg looked down in my eyes and began to press forward with his cum-filled weapon. I felt the head go in a little bit. He pulled out. In a little more, then back out. My ass was taking him so easily, I was surprised. I wondered if I got pull his whole cock in. Soon I would find out. Within minutes, Greg was stroking me in and out with quickness. He was getting into it, too; this excited me. I was jerking my own cock, knowing that when I finally blew my load, it would be magnificent. Greg's pounding on my ass became rougher and rougher. "Fuck me like a running back, Greg...fuck me like you own me," I told him. He gritted his teeth and began plowing into my ass like it was the goal line. All the Homecoming game frustration was being taken out on my ass, and I didn't mind one bit. I could feel my own load rising deep from within, and knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded. Greg was sweating profusely, and began to moan like he had during the blowjob...I knew he would be cumming soon. I wanted our juices to flow together--the perfect finale to this night of sexual adventure. Nothing else would do. "We're gonna cum together, man," I told him excitedly. "Let me know..." he uttered while jamming me, "when you're gonna blow, Trey..." "Any second man...any second..." I groaned back. With that, Greg pulled his pulsating cock out of my well-fucked ass and quickly peeled off the condom. He began jerking his cock furiously, as did I. In no time, he began showering my chest with his second dose of candy rain. My deep red tool shot a stream straight up into the air...it landed on the floor next to me and splattered against the side of the bathtub. The remaining jizz got lost between us, creating a pool of man cum so thick and creamy that it almost looked edible. Greg landed on me, stomach to stomach, still looking in the mirror. After the heavy breathing subsided, he kissed me on the forehead. This revealed so much to me...I knew that he had to be gay. I just knew it. Even though he denied it, I just knew it had to be true. We eventually made it back into the bedroom, still naked and completely worn out. As we were lying in the darkness, I ran my hand across Greg's chest. He flinched a little and rolled over. I didn't know how to take the signs he was giving off. Regret? Disbelief? I didn't know what he was feeling. Before long, he fell asleep. I didn't really know what to make of what had happened between us.