Zack, Cal and I - biographical piece

 

Cal, Zack and I

I met Cal when I was four.  We became best friends and were inseparable.  Cal was a ginger, fair skinned, freckles, a bit taller than I am and his cock was uncut, which was a novelty for me. We did everything together.  Played baseball and swam every day in the summer, we’d do sleep overs at each other’s homes, regularly. And as we reached puberty, Cal and I had begun exploring together. He grew to be about 2 inches taller than I was, with a thick build and no body hair to speak of, except the mop of red hair on his head, and pubes and pits, both fiery red.  That exploration had grown from same room jerking to mutual masturbation to sucking and then fucking each other. The first time we fucked, well he fucked me, was just after his father passed.  We were alone in my basement, which my brother’s and I had set up as our club house, and he was crying.  I hugged him and we kissed then next thing I know he’d spun me around and his hard cock was pressing into my ass.  After that we fucked each other regularly.  We were not alone in our carnal explorations, as we had a group of friends that we played with as well.  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.  Zack had jet black hair, whereas I’m more chestnut. I don’t, really recall the first time that he and I sucked or fucked but I know that we were doing so regularly, 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. And most importantly, we had lots of privacy to explore and learn from each other and how to please each 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, in general.

Zack and I definitely learned to explore each other’s bodies. All three of us would hang out together a lot, in those days, we’d play ball, we worked out with weapons and practice martial arts, we were in the same classes at school. The three of us 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 teens everywhere – I had been sitting across from them when I reached across and fondled each of them, through their jeans. 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.  Now that I new he was into it, 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. Hard Cal was a thick six inches, with a foreskin that was tight on his cock.  Cal wanted a mouth on his cock too, so I swapped them up, sucking each of them into turn.  Back and forth I went, stroking one, sucking the other, I’d play with their balls, suck them in.  Zack had smallish balls very hairy, Cal’s were big with no hair.  I milked them, jerking and sucking.  Zack pulled his t-shirt off, his torso was smooth, big nips.  He lifted his arms over his head and leaned back to enjoy my mouth or hand.  Cal, kept his shirt on reached for my head whenever it was on his cock.  I milked them both hard until they both came in my mouth. Zack came first, he looked at me, looked at Cal, and said he was going to cum. He grabbed my head an pushed it down on his cock and exploded into my mouth.  Seeing me take Zack’s load brough Cal to the edge and when I was done with Zack’s load I switched to Cal and got onto his cock just in time.  He shot into me. I liked him clean, skinned him back and made sure to get all his load off his dick.  Then I leaned back into my chair and pulled my cock and I began to jerked off as they both watched me.  Cal was the first to take my cock, he sucked me into his throat. Our cocks were the same length but was thicker.  Then Zack moved forward, and he took his turn. They worked me over together, lips wrapped around my shaft, then one sucking, on my balls. They both took turns on my cock until I was ready to cum. And when I came, I came across both their faces.  Cal licked my load off of Zack’s face and we both thought Zack was going to clean up Cal but he tossed him a towel instead. 

After that, we all three, became fuckbuddies for a while.  We had threesome sleepover at Zack’s and we all curled up in his attic space on his double bed.  We’d meet regularly, 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) but seen much less often. I went to university while Zack went a different route, he went into teaching martial arts with his family.

I started university, in a pre-med program, which took up huge amounts of my time. It took a chunk out of my social life.  I hadn’t seen Zack in a few months and Cal had more or less disappeared from my life. Zack’s brother has just opened is own Karate school and Zack was teaching there.  I was on my back from class one day when Zack drove 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 offered me a part-time job.  He was starting a cleaning company, 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.  Once we got to the school, as it was a Sunday afternoon, the facility was closed as there were no classes on Sunday at that time, and as such, 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, to the building. I followed his lead and helped set up the cleaning equipment, which we found in a room behind the office.  We started cleaning, including wiping all surfaces down, cleaning the windows and mopping floors in the main room, and cleaning showers and toilets in the change room. Early on 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? I said I had to wear those clothes 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 cleaning liquid on his himself and got his underwear wet.  He paused and looked down at himself, he said this isn’t going to work. At which point he stripped off his underwear and tossed them towards the changing room. Naked now, he continued cleaning.  I joined him, a few minutes later, by stripping my own underwear off and, naked we finished the cleaning the classroom.

We moved into the ladies change room, first, 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, we bounced around each other and our cock leaking precum.  He jerked me for a few minutes and kissed me. I jerked him and fingered his ass, then I fucked him there, on one of the change room benches. I had him on his back, with his legs over my shoulder. We took our time, and I worked my cock into his ass and rode him with slow steady strokes, long and deep.  I stroked his cock while I rode his ass and 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, my load spilling out of my cock into him, cum covering my shaft and draining out of his ass.  I clenched my ass and the last dribbles seeped out, as I 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, deliberately I’d say, and we were soon both hard again.  This time we dropped into a 69 on the floor and then he asked to fuck me, I leaned over a bench and he mounted me from behind.  He was soon fucking me hard, thigh slapping into ass hard, before he pulled out and had me lay on my back and re-entered me. He pounded into me.  That seven-inch thick cock drove into my ass, filling me. I felt completely full. My cock was bouncing against my belly. Precum dripping from its tip. He picked up his pace and moaned that he was cumming. He came quicker than I expected, which was a surprise, since we’d both cum not that long ago. He pulled out and said, “hey, we need to finish the cleaning” 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 me hanging like that. I needed to finish so 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 that his brother had moved to the States and was teaching in Washington State somewhere, but about Zack, nothing. His sister, reportedly moved to Windsor, she and I also had a fling for awhile back in the day. But of him, no word.  I haven’t tried to contract anyone though, so it’s on me too.  Cal now lives the straight life, on the East Coast of Canada, we reconnect via a social app and have remained friends over the last few years.

It’s a shame to lose touch with such close friends, though.