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May 1968. High school bodybuilding champ Ed Green is excited and eager to celebrate his 18th birthday. As a "legal adult" now, he can drink with his older buddies. With graduation just around the corner, he will soon be able to move away from his alcoholic father and Dad’s sluttish young girlfriend, who has been trying to seduce Ed.
But the main reason for Ed’s excitement is that after five years apart, he’ll be seeing Johnny, a Marine hero from Vietnam whom he hasn't seen since before puberty hit the younger man. Ed's Dad had dated John's mother years earlier, and the boys, both only children, had bonded, with the strong older boy defending the young kid from bullies, earning his undying love and adoration. The two aren’t related by blood, but Ed considered Johnny to be the big brother he never had. The last time they'd seen each other, Ed was a shy, short kid with thick glasses. Then Johnny had been Ed’s personal hero and protector, and his move to California in high school had devastated his younger friend. Now Ed plans to surprise Johnny with some spectacular muscular changes to his formerly scrawny, weak body.
Only one thing has Ed worried. Although he dates girls, he’s known for a while now that he’s sexually attracted to older men. John will have to share Ed’s bed in the small house for the next few weeks, which makes Ed worry about hiding his lust for the man he's always had a crush on.
How will the hunky Marine react when he learns that not only is the young man who he views as his kid brother is gay, but that Ed has the hots for him, too? Will sharing a bed with his macho big "brother" lead to Ed's best birthday gift ever?
I went into the kitchen, returning with a six-pack of beer, beginning a night of drinking as we renewed our bond. In some ways, it was as if we had never been apart, since we had kept in touch so closely by mail, but in other ways, we were strangers. The last time we had seen each other, John shaved twice a month, while I had no hair on my body. Now, I looked bigger than him because I was more muscular. We established that after three boilermakers, when he stripped to his skivvies so we could stand in the mirror and compare.
John had a great body. There was no question about it—the Marines do know how to build men. But I’d spent the last two years working on my shoulders, legs, arms and chest, so although I was over four years his junior, my hairy chest and body compared to his almost hairless body made me look more mature and larger. We were the same height, but I massed more. We stood there looking at each other in the big mirror in the hall. I admired a small Marine tattoo on his left pec, drunk enough to run my hand over it. My hand touched his nipple, and he moaned.
It was then that I finally noticed two things. Both of his nipples were erect and the size of erasers, while both of us were sporting hard-ons. Confused, I walked over to the sofa to think. It had to be a coincidence. John was a fucking Marine. A leatherneck couldn’t be queer like me?
John interrupted my bewildered thoughts, “Hey, Squirt, do you get high?” I guess I looked confused. “You know, pot?” He mimed smoking a joint.
“Yeah, sure I do. Why?”
“‘Cause I got some excellent shit I smuggled back from ‘Nam upstairs in my trunk. Let’s go up to our room and get wasted, Squirt.”
“Sure, Shrimp-dick.” He stared at me, startled. “I wanted to see how you liked being called a demeaning nickname. I don’t think I qualify as Squirt anymore, do you?”
He grinned. “Hell, Squirt, you can call me anything you want. I can still kick your fucking ass after my leg heals.”
“Do you need me to carry you up the stairs, Baby-balls?” We broke into drunken laughter as he struggled up the stairs in front of me. I stared at his muscular ass moving in the thin cotton skivvies. I realized that this was not only going to be a long night, it was going to be a long visit, with a hell of a lot of cold showers. Suddenly the idea of dating and fucking girls as second best seemed almost acceptable. Maybe I’d get John some double dates so I could get to watch him fucking them. I even started to think of which girls I’d fucked who might agree to being shared, figuring that was as close as I’d ever get to having sex with my hero.
We sat on the bed as we smoked the joint, and a second one. By then, I was so fucking horny that I had to tell him the truth.
“Uh, John, if you’re going to be sleeping in this bed with me for about the next month there’s a tiny detail you gotta know about me.”
“What? You snore? I’ve been sleeping in a barracks with a hundred grunts, so I’m used to that. If you’re gonna tell me you jerk off, the same applies. Besides, I do, too.” He giggled drunkenly as he gave me a punch on the arm that hurt.
“No. Now, nothing I ever wrote to you is a lie. Every one of the stories about girls is the truth. But…shit, you’re gonna beat the crap out of me, but I gotta tell you the truth. I’ve never done anything about it, but I’ve known for the last couple of years that I’m…I’m…”
I shouted, “I’m a fucking queer homo faggot!”
John sat and looked at me for a full minute. Then, his lips slowly spread in a huge grin. “So am I, little brother, so am I. And I’ve done a hell of a lot about it.”
I sat, staring at him dumbly as he grabbed my wrist to pull me towards him.
“I thought I’d dropped dead and went to queer heaven when you came down those stairs almost naked this afternoon. Fuck, you’re so damned hot, Squir…Ed. I’ve seen a lot of hot men in the last five years, but you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen. Um…you …you wouldn’t happen to be…?” His entire beautiful body blushed.
“Hot for you? Johnny, I’ve been fucking horny for you since…Hell, I suppose since I was six years old. For about three years I beat off sniffing a sweatshirt of yours that I stole before you moved away. When I saw you smoking that cigar on the steps this afternoon, I just about shot a load in my pants, you looked so fucking hot.” I put a hand on his cheek, relishing the feel of a man’s beard stubble for the first time. “Johnny, teach me. Show me what to do. I’m told I’m good in bed with chicks. Shouldn’t that be a good start?”
“I wouldn’t know about that. I’ve never fucked a woman. I sort of told you the truth, Ed, I just changed names and gender. Otherwise the stories I wrote to you were basically true—big dicks and balls instead of big tits, although one of the guys I wrote to you about was a weightlifter like you and had the most amazing man-tits, and the tightest man-cunt.”
John pulled me into his arms, kissing me as I moaned, running my hands over his smooth skin to touch his large nipples. He ran his fingers through my thick chest hair, sighing, “Oh, fuck, yeah! Love that fucking hair!”
When he found my nipples, he began to work on them, teaching me what a man’s nips were for. A few minutes later, I was laying on the bed, writhing in pleasure as he licked and chewed my man-tits. When I knew that another bite of his teeth would make me shoot, I tossed him off me to return the favor. I loved the taste of his skin, the feel of his hard nipples between my teeth and his groans of pleasure.
Somewhere around then, our shorts had disappeared. My hand was wrapped around his seven uncut inches, the first time I’d ever touched another guy’s cock. He guided my hand to his low hanging balls and I explored. At his urging, I pulled on them, twisting them in the sack as he screamed in pleasure. I was on my stomach, so his hand explored my back and hairy, muscular ass cheeks. I was in heaven.
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