Ken

I was married at the time- and truthfully kinda lonely for some male companionship. And i don't mean just sex - though i must admit given the temperament of my first wife i was lonely for good sex too. I was in my late 20's at the time and beginning to feel good about being out of school and being professionally established. At the time we were living in the country near a creek and some woods. It was while walking in the woods that i met him. Ken was just 21 and just out of the Navy. I think his entire life had been on "hold" whole he was in the service. He was quiet and shy He had a special aura about him tho. You never knew what he was thinking or whether he was thinking anything. Anyway I was attracted to him immediately and it was that special aura that kept me off balance. I just couldn't tell what was going on in his mind. We got to know each other mostly by just wandering the wood together. He was living with his grandmother. Was planning to go to school in the fall. Occasionally we would smoke some dope together, but mostly just guys in the woods looking for animal tracks and talking guy stuff . He surprised me one day when he said lets go for a swim. He led me deep into the woods. Far deeper than I had ventured before to a great swimming hole. Before I knew what was happening he was naked and splashing in the water. ii was the first time i had seen him naked. He had that beautiful slim tautness of a guy in his early 20's who has developed a natural physique through hard work. His cock was perfectly proportioned above his perfectly suspended balls. In brief he looked like a Greek statue come to like. i was more off balance than ever. "Come-on" he said. I'm not really too comfortable about group nakedness but striped and swam. Then he hopped out and straddled a fallen tree. His balls draped the rough bark as his cock lolled to one side. In short, I was agog. Not too long after that he moved to his own apartment. Soon he invited me over for a visit. In those days the invitation, or the excuse for the invitation, was to smoke some dope. When i got there he quickly showed me around before settling down to the marijuana ritual. As we smoked his eyes began to glow with an intensity of expression I was not sure how to read. "Sometimes you look at me with a fire in your eyes," he said to me. He certainly had fire in his eyes, and since I was off balance around him anyway, ( and stoned too) I was not at all sure what was coming next. Well i guess, I HAD looked at him with some pretty obvious lust once or twice. I certainly was not prepared for what happened next. " Comeon into the bedroom" he said" you work hard let me give you a massage." Well that sounded OK - and I figured he go go only as far as he felt comfortable. I laid down on the bed fully dressed, but he said, "No take your clothes off, I can't give you a good massage if your dressed." well it didn't take me too long to strip - but i still figured i better let him take the lead. He slowly rubbed my shoulders the worked down my back to my buttocks and legs. As he massaged the back of my thighs his fingers kept brushing my testicles. I was rock hard in a flash. "ROll over," he said." I can't" I murmured. "I know" he said, "so roll over". I lay on my back with my cock pointing at the ceiling as he rubbed my chest then finally eased his hands down to my groin. As he stroked, I relaxed until i finally shot. "I'm not very good," he said. "I,m sorry. I've never done that before." "I know," I said. We didn't talk much as I dressed, and I fully expected not to hear from him again. But a week later i was invited back again. the ritual was the same. We smoked then headed for the bedroom for a "massage". But his time he surprised me by kissing me hard and slipping his tongue into my mouth. He was a great kisser. "Wow, i said that was a surprise." He responded, " Well if we're gonna be lovers, I figured i might as well treat you like one." That night we did make love. i explored his smooth hard body and we sucked long and deep on each others cocks. "i think we're gonna be friends like this for a long time." he said. I worshipped his cock. Not too long after that he came to me somewhat distraught. "I've got something to ask you," he said. "its like this", he stammered, " before you came over and.... uh, you know..well she's pregnant. Will you be my best man?" We talked a lot that night, but i couldn't talk him out of it. And i ended up agreeing to be his best man. We didn't have much private time together after that. I certainly could understand his not having much left over to focus on a lover. A male lover at that. I too, was sort of preoccupied with my job, my house, and my wife - in that order. As the wedding approached he asked if he could spend the night at my house before the fated wedding. My wife - said sure before i could say that I wasn't so sure. Now how was i going to juggle my lust for him under the eye of my wife? That night when he arrived obviously stoned, i quickly learned he had plans of his own. "this is my last night of freedom, so lets be really free," he said. I'm sure i must have turned white. "Comeon Matus," he said grabbing my arm, let go sleep outside." Before I could answer, my wife said, "I think that's a great idea." It was a warm summer night. We lay close together as he pulled my hand down to his hard cock. In that last night of freedom we wrestled as young tigers savoring the joy of waning youth. WE tasted the nectar of life in an effort to fend off the death of conventionality. When morning came - all too soon - our exhausted bodies - our aching jaws- sore lips clung together in one final grasp of freedom. "You look awful," my wife said. "We didn't sleep very well," I mumbled."We slept under the pear tree," I lied," they kept dropping on us all night long." It was a good lie. It made her laugh. A few hours later I stood beside him as he stood beside" her". I never before could understand why people cry at weddings. I don't think even my wife understood why i cried at this one. Postscript: Ken and I are still friends. Occasionally, he works as a repair man for me. He is a faithful husband. Darn.