Max and Marty

By Tim Hubbard

Published on Aug 8, 2018

Gay

Max-and-Marty Adult Friends

[timmywriteshot@gmail.com]

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MAX-AND-MARTY-Part-One

Getting-to-know-Max-and-Marty

Hi, my name is Marty, and I live in a quiet suburb of a medium-sized city in the middle of the U.S. somewhere. Our weather here gets very hot in the summer, cool and the fall and spring, and chilly in the winter. It's a very pleasant place to live. I work as a designer for an architectural firm, I am single, and I am gay. I am out, but not flamboyant. I'm kind of a regular guy who likes camping, hiking, football, and swimming. I'm buying my home here and I love taking care of the yard and maintaining my place in this nice development. Oh, I am 30 years old with dark brown hair, I have very thick, soft chest hair. My pecker is a comfortable 7" x 4.5", cut. I am 5'-7" tall and I weigh 150 pounds. I am not a gym rat, but I am in good shape and you can see my pecs and abs under all the hair. I look good naked, and I am proud to show it off. But, enough about me, for now.

The house next door to mine sold a while back and a very nice young couple moved in. They are in their twenties, with a little baby. They moved here from the West Coast for his job. Moving day was fun to watch. One Saturday morning early, I hear the sound of a large truck pulling in next door. The new neighbors have arrived. So, I take a peek out the window to see what I can see.

There is a self-moving vehicle in the drive and a nice new car parked in the street out front. I see a young man and woman, carrying a car seat, walk to the front door. This must be the new owners. The woman looks very young and pretty. He is cute too. He looks to be about my height. He has dark brown hair, cut very short, and he has an adorable baby face. He's wearing shorts and a tank top, and I can see powerful legs, maybe from gymnastics? His arms are big, with bulging biceps. He has no chest hair showing at the top of his low-cut tank. There is a nice bulge at the front of his tight shorts. As they walk into their new home, another car drives up and an older couple gets out - somebody's parents, no doubt. Then a couple pick-up trucks pull up with stuff in the back and five hot guys pile out. This is the friends and family moving crew. I hope the temperature continues to rise so these hot boys have to take their shirts off to survive. I'm certain I will have stuff to do around the house today to keep me within view. Yum-yum!

So, I was right, it got hot and the guys all stripped their shirts off. Even Daddy. He was a very nice specimen too. Solidly built, hairy chest, with some salt and pepper hair thrown in. Big arms and much taller than neighbor boy. He must be her father. The young guys were all in their twenties, probably school buddies.or local new job friends. Either way, they were built and hot, every one of them. Tight muscles, bubble butts. There was a nice mixture of hairy bodies and smooth ones. Big bulges and smaller ones. All-in-all, I had a wonderful day washing the windows on that side of my house, and then, showering and pulling on my pecker for a nice long time.

The next day, I decided to go introduce myself. I had some cookies baked, so I took a batch over and knocked on the door. Neighbor boy answered. He was wearing shorts and no shirt. There is just the faintest hint of hair across his bulging pecs. He said, "Yes? May I help you?"

Me: "Hi! I'm your next door neighbor, Marty. I saw you guys just moved in and wanted to introduce myself and bring you a little treat."

NB: "Oh, damn, I'm sorry for answering the door this way. It's been a hectic morning. Everything's in boxes, the baby is having a fit, and we're just trying to stay sane. Nice to meet you and thanks for the cookies."

Me: "No problem. So, what do I call you guys?"

NB: "Oh, sorry, yeah, where are my manners? I'm Max and my wife's name is Kathy."

Me: "Nice to meet you, Max. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

Max: "Thanks, Marty, I just might take you up on that. Oh, by the way, are you married?"

Me: "Uh, no, I'm single now."

Max: "Oh, cool. Maybe I'll come over and grab a beer with you sometime."

Me: "I'd like that."

With that, Max and I began a dialogue that would continue for a very long time. Over the next few days and weeks, Max and Kathy were getting settled in. Max came over several times to borrow tools and to ask me for recommendations for stores and stuff nearby. He's a really nice guy and we have a lot in common. He did do gymnastics in high school and college, as did I. It turns out that he is 27, though he looks 21. He loves football, he loves to camp and hike, though he hasn't been able to since they got married and had the baby. Max didn't come right out and say it, but it sounds like they were pregnant before they had thought about marriage, so this was all kind of new and challenging for them.

For the next several months, Max and I get to know each other over the fence and over a few beers. We talk about maybe going to a game together, even a camping/hiking trip some time. He's looking for a gym to join, so I tell him I'll join if he will, and we agree to test a couple places out. He never asks about why I'm single, and I don't offer any info. It's just so normal for me to be gay and out, I never think about telling people. They don't walk around saying, "Hi, I'm straight." It's kind of nobody's business. If Max asks, I'll tell the truth, but until then, who cares. We've become friends and we're having a good time. Someday it will probably come up. For now, I am content to look and not touch. Max is gorgeous and, if things were different, he'd be at the top of my list of guys to date. He's built, hot, hairless, and the bulge in his gym shorts tells me he's hung like a horse. Alas, I can't eat the forbidden fruit.

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Max and Kathy have lived next door for almost two years now. Their little girl is walking and they have really settled in. The neighbors like them and we all get together for block parties in the summer. Max and I have continued to grow closer. We found a gym we both like and we workout together three nights a week after work. He is a monster in the gym. His upper body is still built like a gymnast, with arms and chest muscles that I have let go. Max is trying to push me to get them back. Once, he asked me if I was dating and I told him that I wasn't dating anyone right then. He let it drop. Another time, I brought a friend home to stay over, and Max saw us walking out of the house the next morning. He waved, but he never asked.

One evening at the gym, we were working out and Max was spotting me at the bench press.

Max: "Say, Marty, have you ever dated anyone from the gym?"

Me: "Well, as a matter of fact, yes. I've had a couple dates with members here."

Max: "Really? Like who?"

Me: "See that guy over there on the treadmill, the blonde in the blue tank top?"

Max: "Yeah..."

Me: "I've been out with him twice."

Max: "I knew it! I wondered if you were gay and I was too chicken to ask. I figured it was none of my business. But, I was curious, you know, us being such close friends now, I thought maybe that was a part of you we should share."

Me: "Wow! I'm flattered, I guess. It's nice that you think of us as close friends who share intimate details about our lives with each other."

Max: "Yeah, I do. Ya know what? I want to go camping with you this weekend. We've been talking about going ever since I moved here. It's about time we did it."

Me: "Ok, sounds good to me. Do you need any gear?"

Max: "Oh, no, I've got all my stuff. You?"

Me: "I've got plenty of gear for me, I camp all the time. Let's plan to go up to the Lake on Friday night. I'll reserve a tent site in the morning."

Max: "Cool! I'll get my shit together and we can stop and buy groceries at the little store up there."

So, Friday evening got here and I loaded all my camping gear into the back of my van. Max carried his stuff over and added it to my load. He jumped in the car, but I didn't see Kathy outside to say goodbye or anything. As we drove away, Max looked at his house and sort of waved in that direction. I didn't ask; if he wants me to know, he'll tell me.

I drove the whole way to the lake and we chattered on about the weekend, the upcoming football season, just general bullshit talk. We stopped at the store and picked up groceries and Max insisted that we buy two cases of beer and a bottle of scotch. I didn't ask. We got to the campground and checked in, then I drove to the site and we started unloading our gear.

I pulled everything out of the back of the van just to see what all we had. I got my tent out and started to put it up. It's an easy tent to pitch, one guy can handle it. It's the perfect size for me. I can sleep on one side and all me gear sits on the other side, it's great. Max pulls his tent out and it's a disaster. It looks like he hasn't used it in years; it's dirty and it smells. He's having a hard time pitching, so I go to offer help.

Me: "Max, stop! Your tent sucks...it's DOA. Tell you what, throw your bag in my tent and we'll double up...No worries."

Max: "Thanks, man, I didn't realize how bad it was."

So we toss Max's tent back in the van and move some stuff around to fit his sleeping bag in next to mine. It's a bit of a squeeze, but we're only going to sleep there and, from the looks of things, we'll be passed out drunk when we do. After that is solved, we set up the rest of our stuff, gather wood, build a fire pit, and get ready to cook supper. Finally, we're ready to relax and Max brings out the beer. We start drinking while Max builds the fire and I get the food ready. Pretty soon, we've each had three beers and we feel pretty good. Max builds a raging fire and it's getting hot near it. I strip off my t-shirt to try to cool down a bit. Now, Max has seen me without a shirt plenty of times. I mow the yard shirtless, he's seen me at the gym, I'm not shy. I have a great body and I don't try to hide my hard, hairy chest and abs. But tonight...

Max: "Well, fuck, if you can, I can!"

And he strips off his shirt, downs his beer and grabs another. Now Max is amazing without his shirt on. His pecs are big, hard, and chiseled. He has a tiny bit of dark hair scattered across them, but it's not obvious at all. Then, his abs are cut deep and forma perfect six-pack ladder to his waist. His V cut obliques are perfect and cut deep as well. He has no abdominal hair and no evidence of any hair runnin down to his waist. He is just a tight little package of hard beauty. He chugs another beer and grabs another. Max is determined to get drunk. So, I cook supper and try to stay somewhat sober, just in case. We eat a great meal, clean up, and put our gear away, mostly inside the van for protection. Then, we sit on the ground, leaning on a big log, and watch the fire burn. By now, Max has had at least 7 or 8 beers. He's slurring his words a little and laughing and talking too loud.

Max: "Ya know, buddy boy Marty...This is great...to be out here in the woods with a bro."

Me: "Thanks, Max, I like it too."

Max: "No, I mean it...a man needs to be with a bro sometimes...he needs to be away from women once in a while. Women are bitches, bro, ya know that?"

Me: "Max, you don't mean that. Kathy's a great girl."

Max: "Fuck that shit, Marty, Kathy's a bitch...she's not a bro, like you are."

Max let's out a huge burp and says he needs to take a leak. He stands up and stumbles.

Max: "Marty, I need your help. C'mon and help me take a leak."

Me: "Oh, fuck, Max. You can handle it."

Max: "No, I can't, if you don't help me I will piss my pants right here!"

So, I get up and guide Max to the far edge of the campground, away from all our stuff. Then I unzip his shorts and tell him to get his dick out and pee. He says he can't find it. So, I start laughing and I reach into his pants and fish around in his underwear to find his dick. When I touch it, I hesitate. It is so thick, damn! Pulling it out is a matter of rolling it out like a garden hose. He is so hung with a massive cock; it has to be 7.5" soft and so fucking fat! He says thanks and starts to piss, almost before I get it aimed away from us. I stand there, holding Max's enormous cock in my hand while he pisses. That makes me want to pee. So, when he finishes, I tell him to stand still while I piss. I unzip and pull out my cock and start to piss. Max looks at me and says,

Max: "Nice cock, bro. See. ya can't say that to a bitch now can you? So what do you think of mine, bro?"

Me: "Shut up, Max, you're drunk! Put your cock back and zip up."

Max: "I don't want to. It's nice out, I think I'll leave it out."

Max laughed at the stupid, juvenile humor, and staggered back to the fire. I pushed my dick back into my pants and followed him. Max started to sit on the ground and cried, "Ouch! My pecker's caught in my zipper!"

He undid his shorts and pulled them off, standing there naked in front of the fire. So, this is getting tough. Max is hammered and I have a little buzz on. The fire is warm, and there's a hot 28-year-old naked hunk sitting beside me. This guy is my best friend and my married neighbor. I can't do anything about it, but it sure is tempting and I have to fight the urge hard. So, I go get the bottle of Scotch and figure I'll get drunk and pass out before I do something stupid.

When I get back and sit down, Max starts to ramble.

Max: "Ya know, Marty, this is nice. I love to sit in the woods naked and commune with nature. I've done it before, ya know. Yeah! I had a buddy out west who used to go camping with me. We'd go up into the mountains, pitch a tent, build a fire, and sit around nude, enjoying each other. It was fun, ya know?" (He was slurring a lot.)

Me: "Uh, huh, sure, Max."

Max: "No, really. That's why I told you it doesn't matter that you're gay. I know gay guys. In fact, I'm kind of interested in knowing more. I, uh, I've...had...I've had a little experience with man on man sex and I'm curious."

Me: "Oh, I see." (I'm very intrigued now and take another swig off the bottle.)

Max: "Yeah, man, I sucked a cock on a camping trip once."

Me: "What? Max, what are you talking about?"

Max: "Marty, I want to suck your cock. Pull it out."

Max reached for my crotch and grabbed at my bulge.

Me: "Whoa, there Maxie boy. I think you've had too much to drink."

All of a sudden, Max's speech got clearer. "Oh, I'm not as drunk as you think, Marty boy. I really do want to suck your cock."

Max pulled at my shorts, wanting me to take them off and let my cock be free. I was just drunk enough to let this happen. After all, I didn't start it. So I raised up and let Max pull my shorts off, of course, I never wear underwear, so I was immediately exposed, and my excitement was obvious in my already stiffening shaft. Max took it in his hand and put his mouth on it, then he started to give me a magnificent blow job. He massaged my balls like a pro and licked and sucked me until I was raging and spasming, my cum shot out of my rod and into Max's hungry mouth. It was great, but I was still very puzzled by all this. Max cleaned my cock off and leaned back against the log. I didn't know if I should reciprocate or what. Then, Max spoke up.

Max: "That was nice, Marty. I like your cock, it's big and tasty and it filled me with cum. Hot! You see, I had this friend in California, we were friends for years. We watched football together, we worked out together, and we went camping and hiking together. He is such a hotty...A lot like you, actually, he's muscled and very hairy. Anyway, we got to be really good friends and we spent a lot of time together and eventually it led to some `sexploration.' He suggested that we might be gay or something and I panicked.

Me: "Oh, fuck, man. Am I his replacement?"

Max: "Oh, no, Marty, not at all. You and me just happened; it was not my intention; I was content to let it pass when we moved here. But, I don't know if you can tell, but things between me and Kathy are a little tense. We've dated since high school, we were both on the gymnastics team. Everyone assumed we'd get married someday, even us. The thing is, I was never really sure that it was the right thing for me, so I kept putting it off, hoping she'd get tired of waiting and move on. In college, when I travelled to meets, I'd run into guys on other teams who were openly gay, and they often assumed that I was too and they hit on me. I didn't know, so I tried it to see what it was like. I really liked what I did with those guys, and I started to make friends with them and we stayed in touch after college. That's how my friend and I first met, at a gymnastics meet."

Me: "Wow, Max, I had no idea. That's rough."

Max: "So, Kathy and I went to a school reunion a few years ago and everyone was teasing us about not getting married yet. Kathy's folks were getting on us about it. My folks kept quiet. Kathy and I got pretty drunk one night and she started to come on to me. I thought maybe this was my chance to prove, once and for all, whether I liked boys or girls better. So, we went to bed and had sex. It was kind of a struggle. I chalked it up to the booze, but I couldn't get hard until Kathy blew me, which she hates to do. I put on a condom and we were going to have intercourse. Just as I pushed inside her, I got a little soft, so I pulled out and jacked myself hard again. I didn't pay attention to the fact that the condom had slipped off. We fucked and I shot my load into her and, when we pulled apart I saw the condom on the bed and it was clean. I panicked and told Kathy what had happened and she panicked. A few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. Rather than tell the truth, we planned a quick wedding with the excuse that we'd waited long enough. We got married and nine months later we had a baby and everyone called her a honeymoon baby. That's why we named her Honey."

Me: "Oh, Max, this is incredible. Why haven't you told me this? We're best buddies, man, I want to help."

Max: "Anyway, Kathy and I haven't really had much of a sex life ever. She spreads her legs once or twice a month, but she's not really into it. She's always tired. She doesn't want to try anything new. She sure doesn't give me blowjobs anymore. So, my sex life is Internet pron and handjobs. My favorite pord has always been gay, particularly hot, hairy gay porn."

Max was leaning back against the log with his hands behind his head. The firelight made his skin glisten as it reflected off his beautiful skin and strong muscles. I realized then that my motives had not been so pure when I started this friendship, and it was time to tell my truth.

Me: "Max, I need to be honest with you. Since the day you moved in next door, I started watching you and admiring your body. Every chance I got to see you with your shirt off was a treat for me. I watched you out my windows, I mowed when you mowed, I even joined the gym because you asked me too. We became good friends by accident, and I am grateful that we did. I really do like you a lot. At first, I wanted to have sex with you, but now, it's different. I'm your friend, and I'm Kathy's friend. I'm kind of conflicted here."

Max: "Oh, I get it, Marty, I understand completely. It's why I waited so long to come on to you. I've been watching you ever since we moved in too. You are one hot motherfucker, and you are exactly my type. Short, packed tight, and hairy as hell. I get a hardon every time I see you without a shirt. It's been rough on me too. So, consider the blowjob a gift and we'll continue to be friends and we'll get past this. Ok?"

Me: "I can try, if you will."

We shook hands and realized it was time to get some sleep. So, we set the fire for the night, put stuff away, and headed for the tent. We were both already nude, so there wasn't much point in being modest. We crawled into the small tent and laid down on our sleeping bags, side-by-side. It might be a challenge, but I needed to sleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night with Max's arm across my chest. He was slowly running his fingers around my hairy nipples and I could feel him stroking his own cock too. I decided not to acknowledge his actions, and I rolled over, facing away from him. Now, he couldn't reach my chest and would go to sleep. I was so wrong. Max scooted himself closer to me. I felt his hard cock press against my ass crack, and he put his arm around my chest again. He kissed my neck and said: "I'll bet you're not really sleeping."

I couldn't resist his hot breath on my neck, so I pushed back against his cock, inviting his to open me up to his beastly invasion. Max had already planned this, he had lube and he pushed it inside me. His shaft was slippery too. He pressed into me and I gasped as his fat mushroom popped into my pussy. He kept pushing until our spoons were perfectly matched and pressed together firmly. Max started to rock me in his arms and his mighty cock thrust in and out of my hot pussy. I started to moan and whimper under his touch. He rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so I was on all fours like a dog. Max pushed his beast into me all the way to the hilt and my prostate started to swell. I felt his head penetrate my gut and push against the wall of my cunt. I was being impaled by my best friend and I loved every inch of his. We said we wouldn't go this far, but we couldn't keep that vow. I pushed back hard against Max's hard rod and wiggled around him. Max moaned and pressed hard against me.

Then, Max rolled me onto my back and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. His cock went even deeper now, as he held my hips at the perfect angle. Max smiled and rubbed my hairy chest, then he spit on my chest and rubbed it in, and he spit again and again, matting my chest hair in his saliva and causing him to buck against me even faster. Max is a beast, his fat cock swells to a hearty 6" around, and his 8" piston hits me just right. When Max takes hold of my cock, I go crazy, screaming, "Yes, Max, please fuck me harder. Make us both cum, Max!"

He strokes me faster and squeezes my shaft hard. His pumping picks up speed and I feel his balls tighten and I see his incredible abs flex and hold, just as an eruption of hot cum starts to fill my pussy. "Ohh! Fuck, yeah, Max!"

Then, my cock shoots cum into the air, matting in my chest hair and dribbling down Max's hand. He pulls his cock out of me and shakes the last of his cum onto my abs. Then, he leans over and licks his cum and my cum off my abs and my chest, Max loves to lick my hairy body. He ends by diving his face into my armpit and inhaling deeply. Then, he kisses me with his luscious lips. When he collapses beside me, I take his cock in my mouth and clean his cum off, along with the pussy juice that has been made inside my ass. I fall next to him, and max nestles into my arms, laying his head on my chest. We fall asleep like this and lie, undisturbed, until daylight peeks into our campsite.

--------------------------- [END PART ONE]

Next: Chapter 2


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