Prologue: LuvSuckinCock recently wrote in asking for advise on how to approach a straight friend. His question inspired this fictional story. However, since the story is still evolving, I had to project two possible endings. While I wish him the best in his quest, only time will reveal the outcome.

George and Jim had been Best Buddies since grade school, over 21 years. Growing up, they shared everything including discovers about sex. In fact, once on a camping trip, they participated in a circle jerk with some of the other boys. When they got home, they still shared that secret with each other by additional jerk off sessions. Once, they even went so far as to help each other off, but that was as close as they ever got to a sexual relationship. By the time they got to High School, Jim began to find sexual pleasure in the company of young ladies. George, however, took a different path. George realized the other boys were more of a turn on to him than the girls. He had several experiences sucking off other boys, and even one older teacher. However, he kept that part of his life secret from Jim.

George finally confessed to Jim after graduation about his homosexual traits. Jim was very supportive of his best buddy, but made it clear it was not his cup of tea. In fact, not long after that, Jim announced his engagement to his High School sweetheart. Everybody thought it was a match made in Heaven.

Now, several years later, it had all gone sour. Neither Jim nor his new wife were prepared for married life. Jim even confessed to George one night while out bar hopping that sex was a lot of their problem. They were both virgins when they got married. They had tried, but things just kept getting worse. Jim tried to bring some books and videos home one night to help their lack of education. She had called him a degenerate and pervert, and locked him out of the house. Even when they had sex, it was missionary. Her attitude was get in, get off, and get out. She ran to the bathroom after each sex session to immediately shower off any trace of that "dirtiness".

When they divorced, it came as no surprise to George. He was there to support Jim in his time of trouble. He never had a sexual motive, it was just to help his bro. Once when they were chatting on line, Jim was bitching about lack of sex. Counting the time he was frozen out at home, it was over three years since he did anything but jack off. George joking told Jim if he couldn't find a bitch to handle it, he would have to come over and let George suck him off. Jim firmly declined and the relationship between them became tense and awkward. Luckily, the offer was forgotten, and things went back to normal after a few weeks.

Things started to change last year. They took off on a guy's only camping weekend of drinking, game hunting and fishing. The second night, the weather took a nasty turn, and they pulled up stakes to stay in a local motel. Since they had no reservations, the best they could do was get a double room with twin beds. They were use to and comfortable with seeing each other naked on the camping trips and in the shower at the gym. So George had no mistaken ideas that there was going to be any sex. However, he was woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of Jim's bed squeeking. In the dim light of the room, he could see Jim lying on top of the covers of his bed jerking his dick at a mad pace. George feigned sleep as he watched the scene unfold before him. Jim had a remarkable dick. From what he could see of it, it looked to be over seven inches of fat dick. Just as he was wondering if he should join his buddy, Jim arched his back and evidently fired his load on his own chest. After rubbing it in, Jim got up and headed into the bathroom. George could smell the spunk, but resisted out of fear of rejection. Jim returned to the other bed and drifted off to sleep. Nothing was said of the incident the next day.

The next week, Jim was showing off his new cell phone. He surprised George by sending him a picture of his dick with the message "SEE ANY COBWEBS YET?" George sent back a picture of his open mouth with "NO MOSS GROWING HERE". They had a good laugh about it. Jim ended with a message "WE NEED A GUY WKEND". George texted back "SAY WHEN".

That is as far as the story has gotten so far. I can only guess from here as there are now two paths ahead into the future.

THE PATH TO JOY
Jim and George finally got away for a full week of camping, rather than just a quick weekend. They pitched their tents in a secluded area Jim owed in upstate New York. It was the perfect spot. A cold mountain stream full of fish also provided a great swimming hole and convenient wash up spot. Since it was private property, they didn't have to worry about prying eyes.

The first day was uneventful. By the time they hiked in and set up their separate tents, it was late and they were bushed. Sleep was the only thing on their minds.

In the morning, George got up and opened his tent. Coffee was already brewing on the fire pit. Not seeing Jim around, George was about to knock on Jim's tent when he heard some splashing from the stream. George looked just as Jim strolled out of the cold water after his morning bath. Without a care, Jim strolled up to the fire and squatted down to warm up. George raked in his naked body glistening in the morning sun. The most shocking thing was the small size of Jim's penis, nothing like George had remembered. Jim caught George's stare, and looked down himself. He chuckled, "That water sure is cold. Let me see how you look after you get washed up." George took the challenge, and stripped off his clothes on the spot and headed for the stream. Jim stopped him to remind him he needed soap. Needless to say. George's equipment did not fare any better. By the time he got back to the fire, Jim was already dressed and cooking breakfast. Jim forked one of the sausages in the pan, and held it up. "Just be sure if it falls off, that it doesn't get mixed in with the sausages. I don't hanker for man meat like you." George got dressed, and sat down for breakfast.

The rest of the day was spent enjoying the outdoors; hiking, fishing, etc. Dinner time again found them around the fire. Despite the setting sun, the air remained hot and oppressive. Both men had stripped down to just their hiking shorts. Of course, after dinner was time for the other reason for their trip, beer cooled all day in the stream. By the end of the first six pack neither was feeling any pain from the day' activity.

As George sat there, he noticed Jim's dick stretching out of the leg of his shorts. A nice cut head, fat and looking long again. Again Jim noticed his staring at his crotch. He just said "God, I'm horny. I should have whacked off a load last night but I was too tired." George just kept staring. Jim snorted, "Aint nothing you haven't seen before. Remember those circle jerks when we were in High School." George nodded. Jim continued, "And I know you were watching last year at that motel. Weren't you?" George nodded. Jim responded "Want to watch agin?"
George just continued to nod.

Jim stood up and shucked his shorts. His dick was already hard, sticking out from his body. Jim started pulling the skin on his dick back and then drawing it back up as much as possible over the head. George wasn't sure if he was drooling or not. Jim looked at him and said "Seems kind of funny to be the only one sitting here naked." George stood and shucked his shorts. His dick had quickly hardened watching Jim's jack off. He was about to sit back down on his side of the fire when Jim patted the ground beside him. George stepped over and sat down right beside Jim.

Jim kept up a furious pace on his dick. His balls bounced in the action. A drop of pre-cum was forced out of his dick causing Jim to stop and smear the fluid around the head. He looked at George "I could use some help with this." George leaned over and wrapped his fist around his buddy's dick. He imitated the jacking action that Jim had been doing. Less than a minute later, Jim looked at him and said, "All your talk, I thought you could offer something better." George took the clue and leaned forward to suck the cock into his mouth. He teased the head with his tongue drawing forth more pre-cum. Clamping his lips, he slid them up and down Jim's rod. By the third time, he was able to press his face into Jim's hairy pubes with the full 7" inches of hot meat entering his throat.

George felt Jim shifting position and wondered if he was pulling out in disgust or getting ready to come. Imagine his surprise when he felt Jim's mouth close over his dick in return. It was evident that Jim was a beginner, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in gusto. Jim bobbed his head up and down on Gorge's meat. he wasn't taking it very deep, but George was happy. George felt Jim's orgasm long before it happened. Jim's balls drew up tight, and he began to thrust into George's mouth. When the spasms propelled the first spurt of cum into George's mouth, it was welcomed. George did not spill a drop. After Jim was done draining his balls, he withdrew the spent cock. George felt the beginnings of his own orgasm and warned Jim. Jim pulled off the dick but continued to jack it with his hand. When the cum came flying out, Jim carefully aimed it away. He wasn't ready for that, yet.

As they lay there, Jim smacked George on the ass. "Can get kind of cold up here at night. Want to share a tent tonight." George agreed. They stood up. When Jim started toward his tent, George said, "I thought we would use my tent. Mine's bigger." Jim chuckled "Every guy thinks his is bigger. I'll be right in. I wasn't sure how things would go tonight, but I did pack some condoms and lube." It was the beginning of a great week of hiking and fishing squeezed in between bouts of sucking and fucking. By the end of the week, Jim was a pro and even managed to swallow a load or two.

As they headed back, George sighed. "I hate to see the week end. Things are going back to normal tomorrow." Jim looked at him and said "Only if you consider daily fucking and sucking normal."

THE OTHER ROAD

Jim and George headed off for that guy's only week in the New York woods. The first morning, George was surprised to find a naked Jim taking a bath in the stream. However, he took it in stride. While Jim got dressed and fixed breakfast, George got his morning bath.

That evening, they were resting by the fire after a long day of hiking and fishing. George noticed Jim's hardon just as Jim noticed him staring. Jim shifted his position to hide the erection. George laughed "Should I leave you have some privacy to solve your problem?" Jim snorted, "If I wanted to, I'd do it right here. Won't be the first time you saw me whack off."
"oh Yeah" George said "back in school." Jim looked at him and said "And in the motel last year. I knew you were watching."

George walked over and sat down beside Jim. "You know there are better ways to release the urges" he said. Jim stared ahead at the fire, and said "I don't know about that. I ain't ever done as much as you with guys."

George assured him, "Don't worry. It'll be our little secret." Seeing the hesitation on Jim's face and the growing desire in his crotch, George added "It's not like you have to do anything but just sit there and enjoy it." He reached for the zipper of Jim's shorts. Jim grabbed his hand for a second, but released it. George pulled the zipper down and struggled to free Jim's rigid dick from the confines of his shorts. Jim lifted his ass so George could wiggle the shorts down a little to expose both cock and balls. George leaned forward and proceeded to lather up Jim's shaft with broad tongue swipes leaving a trail of spittle. He closed his lips over the hot, red tip and started a slow sucking action. Jim's groans signaled his enjoyment. George gradually lowered his lips and then retreated to the sensitive head. After a few mouth strokes, he looked up to see Jim's eyes closed and him leaning back in enjoyment. Jim's hand reached up and pushed George back down on the raging dick. As the tempo picked up, Jim raised his hips to thrust into George's mouth. As Jim's cock swelled and jerked, it shoot ropes of thick cum down George's throat. As soon as he was done, Jim stood up and walked down to the stream to clean up. George was left panting. Without a word, Jim returned to his tent and turned in for the night.

The next morning, George came out of his tent to find Jim already cooking breakfast. George laughed, "Did I oversleep and miss the morning bath?" Jim just muttered "Got cleaned up early. Want to get some serious fishing done." All day, no mention was made of the previous night. After dinner, they were seated by the fire when Jim laid back and pulled his shorts down. George pounced on the waiting dick, and made short work of it. Again, as soon as they were done, Jim headed down to wash up. Each night was the same.

On the fifth day, George awoke to find Jim packing up the gear. Said weather report had turned bad, and they should cut the week short. They each took care of their equipment and hiked back to the car. Except for a few grunts of acknowledgment, Jim was silent the whole trip back. He dumped George and his gear off, and declined coming in for a beer. George was hurt by this snub, but thought Jim just needed a little time to adjust.

Two nights later, George was surprised by a knock at the door. He opened it to find Jim there. Jim asked if he was busy. George said no and welcomed him in. As he sat nervously on the sofa, George brought him a beer. Jim stammered "If I get horny, is the blow job still open or was that strictly a camping thing." George responded by unzipping Jim's pants and hauling out the flaccid dick. Jim stood up to drop his pants as George engulfed him. Under George's loving care, the monster was soon at full strength thrusting in and out of George's mouth. However, as soon as Jim erupted a large load, he withdrew and hurried to the bathroom. As soon as he was cleaned up, he thanked George but said he had to get going.

This pattern repeated itself for another month with visits every two to three days for a quick blow job. There never was time for any of the old things they use to do, no affection, and barely a grunted "thanks" upon departing. Then Jim stopped coming. After ten days, George gave him a call to see if he was alright. Jim said he needed to talk to him and would come over later tonight.

When Jim got there, he stood in the doorway despite George's offer to come in. Jim had trouble talking but finally managed to let George know he had met a woman. They were going to get married in a couple of months. Jim explained that he still wanted to remain friends with George, but his new girl was taking all of his time. He left with a faint promise to get together soon. George didn't hear from Jim. He was surprised when their marriage notice was posted in the paper. He hadn't even been invited to the wedding of his best buddy. He tried to call Jim to congratulate him, but never seemed to be able to do more than leave a message on the machine.

About six moths later, he ran into Jim and his wife at the Mall. She was obviously pregnant. George said hello to them, and Jim introduced him to his new wife as "somebody I went to school with". They exchanged pleasantries. George wanted to yell out to this woman the truth about her husband, and let everybody else hear at the Mall. He could see the fear of possible betrayal in Jim's eyes. But despite everything, he was a friend. They shook hands and walked away. As they moved out of earshot, George's heart skipped a beat when he heard the wife say "Nice guy, you should have him over sometime." And then it crashed when he heard Jim "I don't think so. There were always rumors that he was queer. I barely knew him."

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