Cal and Zack and I

Growing up, Cal and I had begun exploring fairly early on.  We had grown from same room jerking to mutual masturbation to sucking and then fucking each other. We were not alone in our carnal explorations.  Is that normal for teens? I suppose so. 

Cal was my best friend, but my next closest friend was Zack. Zack and I were the same height, same build, he was a little leaner and I was a little chubbier.  I don’t know when we first started to fool around, but as with Cal, it likely started with sleep overs.

Zack’s family had a big home, and the entire top floor (the attic) had been converted to his bedroom.  He had a seating area up there, his bed and lot’s space. So we had lots of privacy to explore and learn from each other how to please the other.   His family were martial arts instructors, so they had set the basement up as a dojo for home workouts.  I learned a lot from them.  A lot about weapons, about working out and self-defence. I learned a lot in that house. 

Mostly, Zack and I learned to explore each other’s bodies. Zack and I and Cal hung out together a lot, in those days, we’d play ball, were in the same classes at school, so we spent a lot of time together. I’d been fucking around with each of them for months, when we all came together in that attic space for the first time, in a sexual way.

Sitting on the sofa, Cal and Zack had looked so appealing in their jeans and tees – the uniform of youth – I had been sitting across from them when I reach across and fondled each of them. I don’t know that they each knew about the other at this point, so I got a “What the fuck”, from one and a hand holding mine in place from the other.

The hand holding mine, I ignored, for now. The other, I just kept fondling and slowly unzipped my reluctant friend.  Zack was the reluctant one and as my hand slipped into his pants, he was already getting hard.  He looked from me to Cal, and back to me.  Cal, for his part, had taken his uncut cock out and I was slowly stroking it.  Zack reach across and touched the thick uncut cock.  I pulled his cock out of his jeans and took him into my mouth. He was rock hard by now, seven solid thick inches of cut Canadian beef. 

I sucked him into my throat, while we both stroked Cal, but Cal wanted a mouth on his cock too, so I swapped them up, sucking each of them into turn until they both came in my mouth.  I jerked off then and they both took turns on my cock and when I came, I came across both their faces.

After that, we all three, became fuckbuddies for a while.  We’d meet, usually at Zack’s as that attic space was nice and private, where we’d all fuck each other and blow our loads in asses, in mouths, wherever we could. 

Our time with each other was limited, Cal moved away (not that far, so still accessible) and I went to university while Zack went a different route, he went into teaching with his family.

I started university and hadn’t seen Zack in a few weeks. His brother has just opened is own Karate school and Zack was teaching there.  He’d driven by me, on his motorcycle, and swung back around to come say hey.  We chatted for a while, talked about life and love and sexual escapades, about work, or in my case lack of work, school and just chatting.  Then, he actually offered me a part-time job.  He was starting a cleaning service and his first client was his brother’s karate school.  In fact, he said he was on his way there right then and if I wanted to come help, we could see how it worked out.

I jumped at the chance and hopped on the back of his bike and we headed over to his brother’s school.  We got to the school, it was a Sunday afternoon and was closed (no classes on Sunday at that time).  We were alone.  The building was a large square block, the windows were tall, narrow rectangles. The main room, the class, took up most of the space on the first floor. At the back were three rooms, the men’s and women’s changing room and a small office in between them.

Zack let us in and I followed his lead and helped set up the cleaning equipment.  We started cleaning and I got my pants wet.  And I realized that I was going to get wet and dirty doing this so I went into the men’s room and took off my jeans and tee, shoes and socks and came back in just my underwear.  Zack asked me what I was doing and I said I had to wear those clothes to later to a study group and I didn’t want them wet and dirty.  He said maybe that’s a good idea and he also stripped down.

A few minutes later, he splashed and got his underwear wet, and he said that wasn’t going to work.  And he stripped them off. Naked now, he continued cleaning.  I joined him a few minutes later and we finished the classroom.

We moved into the ladies change room and cleaned the showers and bathrooms, it was tight quarters in a few places, very tight.  My dick brushed his ass a few times and we both reacted as expected.  Hard, in the ladies change room, I fucked him there, on one of the change room benches. We took our time, and I worked my cock into his ass and rode him with a slow steady stroke, long and deep.  I stroked his cock while I rode him, slapped his ass cheeks, leaned down to kiss him, and slowly built my rhythm until I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I came first, deep in his ass, pulse after pulse, cum covering my shaft and spilling out of his ass.  I clenched my ass and the last dribbles seeped out and pulled my cock out of him, cum followed. He hadn’t cum, so I finished by sucking him until he dropped a load in my throat.  We finished cleaning the lady’s room and our mess before moving onto the office and then the men’s room. 

This time it was his dick brushing my ass and he was soon fucking me, laying on my back on a bench, legs over his shoulder, as he pounded into me.  That seven inch thick cock driving into my ass, filling me.  My cock was bouncing against my belly.  He came quickly, which was a surprise, since we’d both cum not that long ago.  He pulled out and said, “hey, we need to finish” and left me there hanging.  Cum dripping out of my ass, my cock bouncing untouched, I was a little annoyed that he’d just leave but I finished myself off by hand, rinsed in the shower and by the time I was done, so was he, with the cleaning.

He drove me home and we said our goodbyes that afternoon, he said he’d be in touch about the job and drove away.  That was the last time I saw or heard from Zack.. I heard the brother moved to the states and was teaching in Washington State somewhere, but about Zack, nothing.

It’s a shame to lose touch with so close friends.