Practice Practice Practice

"What?" Tommy asked.

"What do you mean 'be the girl'?"

"Like, to get fucked. What's confusing?"

Tommy still sounded completely casual and relaxed about their conversation while Martin's brain was on fire. And he was hyper-sensitive to the pressure of Tommy's body lying over him with only their thin shorts separating their cocks.

Martin tried to choose his words carefully, "When you say, 'get fucked' what exactly do you want to do?"

Tommy sat back up so he straddled Martin's hips again as he explained, "We'd be in a position like this." Then Tommy shuffled back and kicked Martin's legs apart with his knees and Martin gasped as his legs were thrown up and Tommy held his thighs apart as he leaned his crotch into Martin's ass. "Or we'd be like this, and we'd use condoms and lube to put our dicks in each other's butts."

Martin was speechless.

"It's not gay," said Tommy.

"It's extremely gay," said Martin. "It's like the definition of gay."

"Gay is an orientation-- it's desire. I like Rebecca, you like Elizabeth. This would just be practice."

Martin dislodged his legs from Tommy's grip and sat up to put them at equal height. His heart was pounding and his bedroom felt warmer than usual, but Martin looked at his shirtless friend and saw no sign of discomfort or embarrassment. Tommy put his hands on his hips like Peter Pan and sat back on his bare heels while Martin crossed his arms again and tried to make sense of the conversation. It was like they were in a twilight zone world where no one had any shame.

It wasn't like Martin wanted to be ashamed, but he thought of all the things he'd overheard from people whispering about gay sex after health class, or all the jokes and rumours that circulated when they'd gotten to the age where people cared about that sort of thing. It seemed like Tommy was just suddenly immune to all of it. Or maybe he always had been? Tommy was his confident, outgoing, friend who never hesitated to start a conversation with the new kid or try new things. Sitting there, he looked as calm and confident as he always did. It was why Martin looked up to him.

Was he really considering this?

"You really don't think it would be weird?"

Tommy shrugged, "I mean, maybe a little at first. We haven't really spent time naked around each other. That's something else we should practice, by the way. And we should sleep together naked too."

Martin just nodded and let him continue.

"If it wasn't a little awkward or difficult then we wouldn't need to practice. I just think it's better that we practice together in private before we get naked and awkward and everything with Rebecca and Elizabeth."

"So you're still straight?"

Tommy scoffed, "Fuck, man, I don't know yet. Do you?"

"Wouldn't I know if I was gay?"

"I don't know, only you can know that. I just know that I'm a virgin and as far as I know, other than making babies, there isn't anything stopping people from enjoying sex with whoever they want. Consensually, of course."

"Of course."

"And yeah, I like tits and how tight Rebecca's body is, and I don't care about massive muscle dudes like the Rock. But you've got a tight body too. And with the long hair it was a bit like kissing Rebecca anyway. And you seemed to enjoy it."

"Well, yeah," Martin had to admit it was an exhilarating makeout session. Something about the surprise and the novelty made it feel more dangerous, like the first time he'd kissed Elizabeth in secret at the school dance.

"So I don't think I'm gay," Tommy continued, "but who the fuck knows? All I know is I liked practicing kissing you a lot more than I liked kissing that balloon in elementary school."

Martin snorted a laugh as the memory came to him. They had just seen a romantic comedy with lots of kissing and took turns practicing their techniques on a balloon left over from Tommy's birthday.

"I'd forgotten about that," Martin admitted.

Tommy shuffled closer on the bed. "So are you up to keep practicing?"

Martin tried to silence all the little voices in his head and he found himself focusing on Tommy's lips and his naked chest, his hands on the bed beside Martin's legs, and the feeling of their thighs touching. He really was nervous being this close to someone. He was just as self-conscious around Elizabeth, so maybe Tommy was right.

Martin nodded, 'yes' and Tommy put a hand to his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed to crawl on top of him. Their lips mashed together and their tongues started exploring. Tommy touched Martin's waist and Martin wrapped his arms around Tommy's bare back.

Suddenly Tommy pulled away and asked, "Can we try it naked?"

Martin's heart was in his throat, but he felt the pressure of Tommy's cock against his and said, "Fuck it, yeah let's try it."

Tommy grinned and sat back on his ankles, letting Martin get back up as well. They both glanced at each other as they reached for their own waistbands and Tommy said, "On three? One."

"Two."

"Three."

Shorts and underwear slipped to their thighs and two hard teen cocks hit the air.

Tommy was a bit larger, Martin noticed, with a straight shaft and smooth round cock head, and he had a tan line where his Mediterranean complexion disappeared into smooth, creamy skin. He had no pubes.

"You shave?" Martin asked. His own cock emerged from a dark brown tangle, and his hands came together in front of it out of self-conscious reflex.

"Yeah, I like how it feels. Hey, don't worry," Tommy said as he reached out to move Martin's hands away. "You look good. I've never seen an uncircumcised cock in real life before."

Martin let his hands fall to his side. His fingers toyed with the waistband of his shorts around his thighs.

Tommy pulled his shorts and underwear off entirely and sat back on his naked ass.

"Dude! My pillow!"

"Oh shit, sorry," Tommy pulled Martin's pillow out from under himself and tossed it aside as he sat against the headboard with his legs spread, casually touching but not yet stroking his hard dick.

The tip of Martin's cock head emerged from his foreskin.

"Can you pull it back all the way?" Tommy asked.

Martin obliged, revealing his soft pink head as he felt himself get completely hard.

Tommy gently tugged at himself, "Do you want to try cumming together?"

Martin nodded.

They both gripped their cocks and started jerking off properly. The subtle sounds, their quiet breaths, and the vibrations through the bed, made it feel very intimate. But there was something missing.

"We could," Martin started, but he stopped himself.

"It's ok. What is it?"

Tommy gave him a reassuring smile, and Martin knew he'd remember that sight for the rest of his life. Tommy, on his bed, naked, gently stroking his slim bare cock on a warm spring day, uninhibited. Martin knew that there was nothing he could say or do that would make his friend think less of him. They were completely free to try new things and practice whatever they wanted. Suddenly Tommy's arguments all made sense and Martin felt the freedom and potential open up in front of him, so he licked his bottom lip and squeezed his cock a little harder as he said, "We could practice making out at the same time."

Tommy grinned and got back up on his knees. Martin quickly kicked his shorts out of the way so he was naked too and they edged closer.

They both kept jerking themselves, pointing their cocks up so they could fit together. Tommy put his free hand on Martin's waist and Martin reached up to grab the back of Tommy's neck and pulled his face in.

It was even more electric than the first time. They moved closer, slotting their legs and cocks and jerking hands beside each other as they puzzle-pieced themselves to get as much skin-to-skin contact as they could without falling over.

Their hands raced faster as their tongues danced. It wasn't going to be long.

Tommy pulled away for a second to say, "Don't worry about cumming too fast this time."

"Not a fucking problem," said Martin and he mashed their faces together again.

They were both moaning into each other and then Tommy's body tensed and he mumbled through the kisses, "I'm cumming!" They pulled apart and watched as his hand hit max speed and then his balls jumped as he started to shoot a thick load against his chest and abs.

"Fuck," whispered Martin as he felt himself hitting his peak. His hand flew up and down his cock, the head popping in and out of his foreskin. He was so focused on watching Tommy gently milk the last drops out of his cock that he didn't think to aim away and suddenly his cock spat out a shot of white on Tommy's hip.

"Oh fuck, sorry," said Martin as he was still cumming, and he tried to aim up quickly, but the next shot hit Tommy's chest, and then Martin finally aimed to himself and spilled the last of his load out on his clenched stomach as he fell back on his ass.

Tommy looked at the cum splattered across his body and smiled as he said, "I guess we should practice aiming too."