Young Friends Reunite 2
The initial King of the Mountain encounter really DID happen, and a few of the related things, but mostly, this is fiction.
And I would again say that Nifty wouldn't exist if it were not for those of us who ante-up to make it possible.
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"So if we go back to my place later...?"
"Just for a repeat blowjob, or????"
"Well, I actually want to return the favor after all these years, but yeah, I'm thinking we need to -- well, we both need -- fuck, I'm being so presumptuous here. I'm thinking I need you back in my life, and I'm being a jerk assuming you need me, too. Not just for sex, but yeah, that too. I'm sorry."
I hugged him. "Let's just see. It's been a while. But right now everybody's gonna wonder where the fuck I went."
I rejoined the family and when the bill came we looked up surprised, the server said, "The manager said 50% off for you guys, funeral and all." Everyone looked at me. They noticed Chris greeting me earlier. "Hey, guys, I didn't ask him. He's an old friend and he just...."
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Two days later, I'm back. It's like 3:00 in the afternoon. The place is almost deserted. I order a Reuben. Chris delivers it. "On the house, man." "No, you already do too much." "Nah, I owe you. You taught me how to be a man." "What the fuck? How could I do that?" "I dumped you as a friend, but you never dumped me. I was afraid. You were too, but you stood the fuck up and your whole life said 'this is me. Get used to it.'"
"How the fuck ---?"
"You're famous around here, man! How could I not know about you? The guy who saved those abandoned kids. The guy who got the Humane Society thing for adopting dogs. Shit, man, how could I NOT know that I fucking rejected a great guy because you gave me the blowjob I almost begged for?"
I just lowered my head. I didn't know I was famous. And I didn't know he cared -- until now.
"We were what, 14, maybe 15? Horny kids."
"Yep, and finish your Reuben before it's cold."
He handed me his business card after he wrote his private number on it. "I want to make it up to you. I want us to be friends again. I want -- I don't deserve it, but I want you in my life again."
"I want you back in mine, too, Chris."
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"You at work?"
"No, two days off. Business drops off a lot between Mothers' Day and Memorial Day."
"I'd like to spend some time together. Could you manage a weekend at the cabin up on the ridge? We both loved the hiking and camping and cookouts."
"You mean that?? Shit, I'd love it. I'll bring some meat to grill."
"You obviously mean more than that hot sausage between your legs."
"Oh, yeah, and I'll bring some buns too."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yeah, I owe you more than a blowjob."
"So you're a 'fucking cocksucker' too?"
"Took a while for me to get it, but yeah."
"So two cocksuckers up on the mountain for the weekend???"
"Seems like a plan. I guess I can figure out a way to get you up."
"I'm already up."
"And yeah, I'm hoping to get a taste. I mean, I don't think I ever even saw you hard -- but I definitely want to return that favor."
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"Did you bring rubbers or anything?"
"No. Did you?"
"No. I want -- well, I want to taste your cum just like I did then."
"I'm safe." "I figured, me too."
"I want to do you." "Which end?" "Both."
"You're on, man, you show me yours and I'll show you mine."
He laughed. "You sound like a fucking teenager, Dave."
"Yeah, but that's where we left off. So let me see that beautiful ass up close. Shit, man, I want to eat your ass so you can't wait to fuck mine."