Anthony

I was only 16 years old...I was a sophomore in High School, and had looked at every man as an opportunity. I loved being fucked. And I loved it hard. I never thought about the man who had fucked me after we had had sex, but that all changed in due time.

I first saw Anthony on the second day of school in my Health Class. He was a senior in High School, I later discovered. He had short, black hair, with sleek sideburns. His face was well chiseled, yet so adorable. He had a surfers build and always wore tight shirts, which revealed his hard, pointy pecks, and the stiffness of his well-built stomach. He usually wore casual blue jeans, just loose enough to prevent me from getting a glance of what his cock looked like. His skin wasn't the darkest, but it wasn't a creamy white, either. It was perfect.

Weeks went by, and I found myself becoming obsessed with Anthony. I watched him from behind in class, trying to imagine what it would be like to even see him without a shirt. When the bell would ring, I would walk extra slow to the door, just so he would leave the room before me, so that I could watch him from behind as he walked down the hall.

I took notice that he had many, many friends, but didn't talk much. His voice was incredibly sexy, deep and soft. He didn't seem to know many girls, which I thought was ludacris. How could such a beautiful guy not be popular with the ladies? I later found out why...

Finally, something I never thought would happen, did. Second semester rolled around, and I was completely shocked to find out Anthony and I both (everyone in the class, actually) had completed what they needed for Health, and passed the class. I thought I would never see him again, but I was wrong.

It turned out that Health being over was a blessing in disguise. He was now in my P.E. class! Amazing! I was looking forward to seeing him in the locker room, even if was just in his boxers. I would finally be able to semi-complete my thought up visual of him being shirtless...

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Over the past nine weeks, I had seen Anthony in his always-black boxers in the locker room. His body was breath taking. He had a surfers-build, as I pictured, with a hard-six-pack that could make you cum right then and there. His legs were well-attended to, too. There wasn't a place on his body that didn't look fit. I wanted him. Bad.

A day I always hoped for had finally come. I was chosen "Team Captain" of a short basketball game we would be having, and I had to choose my team. Can you guess whom I chose first? "Anthony," I said, as I pointed to him, casually. He just grinned, and took his place behind me. Finally! I would get to know ANTHONY!

A couple more weeks went by, and I had had many short conversations with Anthony. He was quite shy, but a very good listener. He smiled when he talked, and always seemed to be interested in what I had to say. As weeks went on, we talked more and more, and, believe it or not, there were a lot of times sex never came to mind. Oh, I had a crush on him alright, but it wasn't just lust. I was beginning to love Anthony...

The end of the year had finally come. Anthony was graduating High School, but, fortunately for me, was going to attend a local college and move into his own apartment not far from town. He and I had become very close friends by now. I had told him at one point that I was gay, and all he said was "that's cool".

One night, in the middle of the summer after Anthony's Graduation, I got a phone call from him. He told me that he finally was moved into his apartment and wanted to know if I wanted to come and "hang out". I told him "sure", without thinking twice. I was 17 now, and he was 19. He still looked as hot as ever, and I still had those old sexual fantasies about him, I realized, when he opened his door to his apartment after I knocked.

I entered my crush's new home. It was a cozy, one bedroom apartment with a kitchen, living room, and, of course, a bathroom. Everything was white, even his furniture. We took a seat at what appeared to be a kitchen table just outside of the kitchen. We talked about nothing for a few minutes, and then stumbled upon something amazing.

"Well, the guy who was going to be my roommate was gay, and said he wouldn't feel comfortable living with another gay guy," Anthony said casually. I was stunned. "You...You're gay?" "Well, yeah, but so are you," he replied with this cute little face. "Yeah but...you never told me you were gay!" I said in a very pleasing voice. "Ah, but I never said I wasn't, either," Anthony replied, slyly. He was slick, alright, and I loved it. The man I had dreamed about for nearly a year now was not only my best friend now, but gay just as I was! This was a true blessing!

More weeks went on as our friendship progressed. We were now much closer and open, knowing we were both gay. However, I was beginning to get those old feelings of lust, once again. I wanted Anthony now, more than ever. I wouldn't his warm, long cock inside my mouth, sliding against my tongue, pressing against my throat...I wanted to fill it sliding in and out of my asshole in an erotic motion...I wanted to be on my back, legs spread, with Anthony on top of me, fucking me. Making me his bitch...

Weeks turned into months, as months soon progressed into another great year of friendship with Anthony. It was my High School Graduation, at last! Everyone was there, my mom, my dad, even my sister! But the most important face I was so glad to see in the crows was none other than Anthony. He was wearing a black suit, and game me a big smile and a thumbs up when I noticed him. It was so cute. I smiled and waved. My entire family knew I was gay, and was fine with it, fortunately. They also knew Anthony was gay, and teased me about him all the time. It was a dream come true, really.

The graduation ended, and everyone was outside, giving their personal congrats. I was glad to see Anthony approach me with a big smile on his face. He was really proud of me. "You made it, buddy," he said, and gave me a big bug. I wrapped my arms around him...I never wanted this to end...at that exact moment, I didn't care about sex, romance, or anything...I was just so thankful to have his friendship. I held back tears and told him "Now what?" as we faced each other. "Well, you're not going to the police academy until you're 21, right?" (Yes, I wanted to be a cop. Unfortunately, I couldn't start the school until I was 20. I was 18 now, and my dear Anthony was 20.) "Right," I said, "but what am I going to do until then?". There was a silence. "Well," Anthony said, "You could get a small job until then, and be my roommate.". My heart nearly jumped out of my throat. "Y-Yeah!!" I exclaimed. It may have took two years, but I was actually going to become roommates with Anthony...but it wasn't until then that our relationship took a massive turn...for the best =)

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It was in August sometime, and Anthony and I had been roommates for about three months. I was working at a local grocery store full time, while he worked part time at the video store, and went to school part time. We saw each other about two hours of the day, and every night, and all weekend. We were still "just good friends", but now watched Porno's that Anthony had brought home from the video store together. I had finally seen his cock, too. It was about 8 inches long, perfectly smooth, with a big pink head. He was cut, as well as I was. My dick was 6 inches of cut meat...but size didn't matter on me, for I was the guy who preferred to take it more than anything.

Finally, that night, I was watching "The Simpson’s" when I heard keys jingling at the door. It opened. Anthony walked in, closing the door behind him. I observed the tight veins in his arms, and the video's he held beneath them. "Got some good flicks?" I asked. "Yep. I previewed them after I locked the doors at the store...pretty nice stuff. This guy has the cutest ass," Anthony explained. "Well," I said, "I don't care too much for that...you know I like it in the ass more than anything!" I was shocked that I had said something so extreme to Anthony. Luckily, he just laughed and said, "Well, there's plenty of nice cock for you to drool over in this video, too." "Great," I said. Phew, I thought, watch what you say, Brandon (that’s me)!

That night, our relationship turned into something I always hoped for. We had already finished watching the Porno's (which weren’t that bad), and we had both cummed about an hour earlier. We were now watching some late night talk shows, and decided we should clean the kitchen. So, we casually began washing dishes, cleaning counters, and putting the left overs in the fridge. Anthony opened the fridge to put some pickles up. As he was leaning down, with an arm half way in the fridge, I leaned down to put a two-liter coke up. I stuck in the back, and then found myself lost in Anthony’s eyes. There we were, looking into each other’s eyes, without saying a word. His eyes were an ice-cold blue...almost unnatural. We both stood up, and continued gazing into each other’s eyes. I observed his lips. They were pink, and he moistened them with his tongue.

We continued looking at each other...Then, suddenly, I found his tongue down my throat. His right hand was holding the back of my head, and his left hand was on my ass. Both of my hands were on his waste. I couldn't believe it...Anthony was kissing me. I kissed back, passionately. After what seemed like a lifetime of pure bliss, our tongues parted. "I love you so much," I said, "I always have." Anthony smiled, his hands still in the same place, "You, too, buddy...". Our lips met again briefly. We went and sat on the couch, and made out for about an hour...

And that was it. Anthony and I were finally "one". He was mine, and I was his. We hadn't yet talked about sex, but that wasn't far...