Brian had been surprised that he and Ted were friends, as Ted was four years older ā four years of difference. Brian was eighteen and still looked like a boy (he didnāt even shave yet!) but Ted was a man and looked like one. A man, to Brianās distress, that he found himself attracted to. He longed to caress the stubble-covered face, drag his tongue across Tedās hairy chest, grab Tedās bulging crotch, and to paw the best ass heād ever seen.
Of course, he dared not do any of these things. Instead, he planned his life around Tedās comings and goings, desperately hoping that heād catch his mature friend ā accidentally of course ā in the nude. Yet, all this was to no avail.
And then it happened. Oh glory be that day.
Brian came across Ted lying on an empty, desolate beach. His bare fur-covered chest and legs glistened under sweat droplets, and obscenely short cut-off jeans stood proud of skin by a few critical inches, revealing the mushroom head of Tedās cock.
Oh my God!
Not believing his good fortune, Brain froze in place before realizing that Tedās breathing indicated a deep sleep.
Damn! Fuck!
Nearly salivating, Brain wanted to run his fingers along the beefy legs and touch the exposed dickhead. Instead, he had an idea almost as good. He was carrying a Polaroid camera, having gone out to take some pictures of an old boat that had washed ashore. Instead, he aimed the camera between the massive legs and pushed the button. Ted shifted, brought one knee up, but his eyes remained shut. Brain was paralyzed by fear, but Tedās breathing still indicated sleep. Yet, the upturned knee had shifted the denim,
fully
revealing a pair of sweaty balls hanging low, a thick flesh-colored stick resting between them, and all nestled in a thatch of dark hair.
Damn! Fuck! FUCK!
The upsurging of lust was so overwhelming that Brain nearly fell over. His erection strained against his own jeans but he knew one thing without question. He
had
to take another picture. Just then Brian noticed that Tedās thick, limp penis was getting bigger.
Oh my God, heās getting a boner!
The boy frantically rubbed his own straining erection while his eyes darted between the unfolding creation and to Tedās eyes ā still closed.
Thank God!
In a few moments the manly, engorged penis seemed at full attention; it pointed towards the sky. Brain knew heād never forgive himself for not being able to take this miraculous vision home with him, so he worked past the fear of getting caught, reached for the camera, and took another image. Again, Ted shifted, but Brain knew not to push it. He ran away.
These two images became Brianās most important possessions. He spent every day looking at them and jerking off, sometimes several times a day. When heād meet up with Ted, heād smile, knowing his friend had no idea that heād been so exposed, and that there existed a permanent visual record of his erect cock.
A few months later Brain went into Tedās bedroom, hid under the bed, and had planned on making strange noises to scare Ted upon his return home. But Brian fell asleep instead, and when he woke he couldnāt believe his eyes. Ten feet away was the sight of his friend,
stark naked
, doing sit-ups and giving Brain a ringside seat. Then Ted rolled over, begin doing push-ups, and Brain had to muffle his reaction to the twin mounds covered with a fine pattern of hair. He was startled, not having realized that fur could grow on buns. But, he liked this. A lot.
Wow!
Brain remained fixed by the view, but then Ted got up and all Brain could see was a pair of calves and feet walking towards him. Frightened, he pushed deeper under the bed. Ted came right to the bedās edge and then Brain heard what sounded like papers being rustled. And then...it happened. Ted sat down right against the edge of the bed, putting his manly, sweaty penis just a foot away from Brian, before reaching down and starting to jerk off.
Oh shit!
Brian realized that Ted had apparently stuffed porno magazines between the mattresses ā magazines he was now looking at on the bed.
Witnessing a sight he never thought heād see, Brain was mesmerized as the thick penis grew strong.
Fuck!
The large hand pulled up and down on the thick rod, making it grow firm, while the big balls heaved in their sack. Brain reached to his own dick and started pulling. Growing more excited, he inched closer to Tedās cock, stopping close enough to be nearly overwhelmed by the smell of musk. A manās smell.
As Ted continued beating his meat, he started moaning and then pulled his legs apart and up, exposing a furry asscrack. Brain couldnāt believe it when Ted used his free hand to rub his balls and skin, before reaching into his crack. His friend moaned deeply as his one hand pulled furiously on the 7ā dick while the other inched a finger into himself.
Jesus fuck! Jesus!
The moaning escalated, the pulling grew intense, and the finger pushed in deeper. Brain grew stunningly bold and moved his face even closer to his friendās dick. He was now just inches away.
Could I lick it?
While Brain pondered this daring thought, Ted exploded. Spurt after spurt of white jism splashed across the hairy thighs, onto the carpet, and down the side of the throbbing shaft. A stream then smacked across Brainās lips. When Brainās tongue tasted his friendās gift,
his
dick erupted.
After Ted went into the shower, Brian bolted, quite pleased that he and Ted now had a very special bond, even though only Brain would ever understand this.
Shortly thereafter, Brain left the state to attend collage, and during his four years there he and puberty finally intersected. Hair suddenly sprouted across much of his skin and thickly covered his chest, legs, and ā to his astonishment ā ass. Heād also been working out and the once scrawny body was now muscled and defined.
Heād lost touch with Ted and so directed his energies elsewhere, although he was quite fixed in the body type he preferred: a type just like Tedās. And, each time he was with a man, he imagined him as Ted, and did to them the things heād spent years thinking of doing to Ted.
After graduation, Brian returned to his home state and opened his own graphic design firm. Heād inquired about Ted, but learned that heād moved. No one knew where.
Brain was crushed.
Then one night he was driving home from the bar when he spotted a solitary figure sitting at the municipal pier. At first he thought it was a girl because of the long hair blowing in the salt-tinged wind, but as he got closer he realized it was a guy. Brain hadnāt picked up anyone at the bar, and so thought this might be his chance. After parking, Brian strolled causally down the pier until realizing that the figure was...Ted.
Brain sat next to his friend who seemed to not recognize him ā
and how could he, Iāve changed so much
ā before realizing that Ted seemed very drunk.
āAre you OK?ā Brain asked.
Ted mumbled something unintelligible before slumping onto Brainās shoulder. Brain was unsure of what to do but knew he couldnāt let Ted pass out on a public pier. Struggling, he got Ted into his car and to his apartment. Ted managed, sorta, to get himself into the bedroom before flopping face down on the bed, instantly asleep. Brian turned on a light and looked at his friend, now even more beefy, and at the pair of incredible buns straining against the thin cotton painters pants ā unencumbered, apparently, by underwear.
It was then that Brain had an idea so wicked that he tried to push it away, yet for years Brian had lusted after the man now passed out across his bed. Heād worn thin the two Polaroid images taken so long ago, and had jerked off countless times to the image of Ted jerking himself off. And, the taste of his friendās jism remained fresh in his mind. He longed to touch Ted, to drag his tongue across the hunky body, pull that big dick inside his mouth, and ravage the intimate space between the firm cheeks before him.
He also knew that tonight would be the only chance.
Bending over the prone body, Brain ran his hands up the massive legs. He rubbed the inner thighs and then brought his hands to the massive, twin mounds.
Jesus, what an ass!
He pawed at the firm muscle.
Rolling the big body over, Brian liked how Ted had grown. The once short hair grew in thick waves past the wide shoulders, the thin shirt strained against even more developed biceps, and the tight pants couldnāt hide the meat Brian knew so well. He got up and kneeled over his friend, careful not to put any weight on the body below him. Bending over, he dragged his tongue across the intensely erotic stubble highlighting the square jawbone.
God, how Iāve wanted to do that
, Brain thought as he slurped at the sleeping face. Sitting up, he unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it off; Ted offered no resistance. The fur-covered chest beckoned and Brian went at it; he mashed his face across the warm skin, and took careful nibbles at the twin nipples, which, to Brainās surprise, got hard. Growing ever more emboldened, he pushed up Tedās arm, gasped at the thick forest of hair under, and dove his tongue right in. He later shifted to the opposite forest and then back to the hard chest. Dragging his wet tongue down the belly, he fucked the sleeping manās bellybutton.
Brain then looked up; Tedās breathing assured him that it was safe to continue this unauthorized exploration.
Tedās pants couldnāt hide the massive erection straining against the thin fabric.
