Naked Hangouts with Luke

    Luke asked if I wanted anything to drink as he stood there naked in the kitchen, holding the refrigerator door open. Damn was he a sight to see, a nerdy, pale, redheaded kid from my childhood whom I'd enjoyed spending many an afternoon with in full nudity. Neither of us were self-conscious about anything anymore, we had seen every part of each other for so long that it just seemed normal to be naked when nobody else was around.

    I asked if there were any sodas left as I stood there and took him in. He was long and lean, but not scrawny. I wouldn't say he was athletic at all, but he just had a pleasant body to look at, really. His hair was always a mess, and he pushed it up out of his eyes as he adjusted his thick rimmed glasses while searching the refrigerator for what I had requested. He bent down just slightly to get a better view inside, and the curvature of his ass caught my attention as he leaned forward. He was a good lookin' dude, I couldn't deny that.

    Luke reported that there was one left as he picked up a can and tossed it to me. I caught it mid-air as I continued staring. He caught me looking and chuckled at my innocent gaze. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, and he laughed as he walked back to the living room and sat down. I came and joined him on the couch, and the two of us innocently and not even consciously began playing with our own cocks, fondling the light-skinned members between our pale thighs as we chatted. It was such a unique thing to see, to experience, to be a part of. We were both admittedly (to each other, at least) extremely bi-curious, and extremely infatuated with seeing other boys naked, a delight in which we indulged with one another any chance we had his house to ourselves for an evening or two.

    Luke looked at me through those thick glasses and for whatever reason, his smile and that nerdy vibe he had just made me hard. He took notice as I began to swell between my legs and smiled at my thickening boyhood. His began to become turgid as well, and the two of us silently leaned over and gently fondled the others' swelling members for a good ten minutes or so. I loved the feeling of his long fingers on my penis, it made me feel so alive to share that with a friend. I squeezed and pulled on him as well, tugging at his large round head as he sighed peacefully here and there at the relief and pleasure induced by our mutual fondling.

    My young sack grew tight, and his warm hand began to send tingles up my back and down my thighs as he cupped his hand over and under it, a magical sensation that we had enjoyed together for more occasions than I could count, yet each time was just as erotic and explorative as the first. Soon I began to feel my legs tighten and my back start to straighten. Luke stared down between my legs with an expectant grin, pulling at my stiff rod faster and faster until I reached the point of no return. I climaxed in a moment of deep, quiet ecstasy, letting my head fall back and my back arch, sending thick streams of warm semen in to Luke's hand as it swirled and whirled around over the end of my slick and swollen apple head. A deep and relaxing calm came over me as my hand squeezed Luke's thick stiff rod in return, still in my hand as I felt it pulse and swell. He too groaned and covered me in a thick deluge of post-adolescent juices that ran over and down my fingertips as I gently slid them over his pale shaft and bright red tip. He squinted his eyes and grunted softly as he felt the ecstasy of mutual orgasm with me, an activity we shared every chance we could.

    I chuckled as Luke breathed heavily for a moment or two, and then swept his haphazard fiery red hair back out of his eyes. He smiled at me and handed me a paper towel, something we always kept handy knowing that hanging out naked every time we got together would inevitably lead to the two of us making a joyful mess of one another. We wiped up our gooey messes, and leaned back in to the couch, my hand resting carelessly over his thigh as my fingertips brushed gently against the fiery red patch of fuzz just above his now softening boyhood. He was smooth all except for that patch of fluff that he showed off any chance he could. It was his defining trait of masculinity as a horny teen, and I enjoyed seeing and touching any chance I could. He smiled and reached over, draping his hand over my thigh as well to feel my small patch of light brown fluff just above my drooping peen. I smiled back, and we sat there lightly feeling one another's bodies for quite some time, inducing a pleasant calm over us until his parents called to say they were on their way home.

    Those are moments I will never forget, and although we now live busy lives as adults, we still find time to get together a few times each year to re-bond our friendship just like we did back in the day. He has been one of my closest friends, and that fuzzy red mop with those thick glasses and cute innocent expression just get me every damn time. He always brings out the bi-curious boy in me, even years and years later.