A FRIEND IS A FRIEND, EVEN IN AFRICA

On Friday evening, my friend Gena called from Yaroslavl. He said that he was being sent to our city to work and asked to meet him at the station. Of course, I promised, especially since we haven’t seen each other for more than two years. We met when we were vacationing together at a camp site in Crimea. We were placed in one room with all amenities. Being the same age, we spent most of our time together, although we differed in sexual orientation.

I am a gay generalist, but of course I didn’t tell him about it, but I tried to make repeated attempts to seduce my neighbor. If not directly engage in same-sex sex, then at least masturbate together.

But he did not fall for my tricks. So, for example, I went into the shower naked. He also followed my example, undressed and followed naked into the shower room, but remained indifferent to my charms.

Sometimes we went hiking in the mountains. Where there were completely wild places, I stripped myself of clothing and exposed my naked body to the sun's rays. Gena just took off his outerwear and always remained in his swimming trunks.

I had to come to the firm conclusion that my neighbor was straight and gave up trying to get him into bed with me.

However, one small detail confused me. The hair on his genitals was shaved. Of course, this didn't mean anything. I myself shave my pubic and perineal hair and have seen many straight men, for example, also shaved in the bathhouse. But this detail on Gena’s body haunted me.

And suddenly such a surprise: Gena arrives and asks to meet him.

On Saturday morning I ran to the market and went shopping, buying groceries and other small things to meet the guest. The train arrived in the afternoon, and I managed to prepare lunch.

But with the appearance of an uninvited guest in my apartment, problems also appear. Well, first of all, I'm used to being naked at home. Okay, you can be patient for a few days and walk around in panties or shorts.

But what about the sleeping place? My one-room apartment, due to its size, does not allow me to have two of them: I only have a sofa, but it is extendable, and if my partner spent the night with me, then there were no problems. Would Gena want to go to bed with me? I can’t even make a bed on the floor, since I don’t have a second mattress. Well, oh well. The richer you are, the happier you are.

The train was only five minutes late. Unfortunately, Gena did not tell me the number of his carriage or I forgot. So I stood at the beginning of the platform and looked for him with my eyes.

Finally, I saw him. He walked, dragging a huge suitcase on wheels, a backpack on his shoulders, and a travel bag in his hands.

We hugged each other, patting each other on the shoulders in a friendly manner. I took his suitcase and we went to the car. After loading his belongings, we got into the car and drove home.

Along the way, Gena told me that after graduating from the Academy of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, he was sent to serve in our city.

— What about housing? – I asked.

— They promised,” Gena sighed, not believing himself. – Can I stay with you for a couple of days while I solve this problem? – he asked. “I don’t have any acquaintances in your city except you,” he added.

- Of course you can. But now you will see for yourself what the conditions are.

We drove up to the house and went up to my floor. Having opened the apartment, I let Gena go ahead, brought in my suitcase and closed the door behind me.

I showed him my den.

— As you can see, Gena, there is only one sofa, but it folds out. If you agree to sleep alone with me, you are welcome. “I won’t encroach on your honor,” I tried to joke.

— What to do? Of course, I agree, Yura. It’s not expensive to spend the night at the station, but it’s expensive in a hotel. Thank you.

- Well, then take off your clothes and take a shower. On the right is a clean towel. And I'll take care of lunch.

Deciding not to change my habits, I also undressed, leaving only tight panties on, I went to the kitchen. Gena also stripped down to his underpants and went into the shower. I had everything ready for his appearance in the kitchen. I noticed that Gena had put on fresh underpants. Clean guy.

We sat down at the table, drank to the meeting and began to eat. I looked at him furtively, and it seemed to me that he had become even prettier than two years ago.

Of course, in two years he matured. He became wider in the shoulders, and his blue eyes became more bottomless. Damn it! He's such a guy and I can't have him! And it wouldn’t be a shame if he possessed me.

After lunch, I suggested that he rest, but Gena refused.

- You know, Yura, I slept well on the train. If you don't mind, I'd love to take a walk. The weather is good. Why sit within four walls?

I agreed. We got dressed and left the house. After walking for three hours in our and neighboring areas, showing Gene the sights in them, we returned home.

On the way, we stopped at the nearest pub and ordered a glass of beer. Among those present, I noticed one of my former passive partners. I tried to signal him not to come, but he headed straight to our table.

- Hello, Yurik. Did you grab yourself a new handsome guy? – he asked, pointing to Gena sitting next to him, who looked at me and blushed slightly.

- This is my friend Gennady. And you know, Dimon, you should have gone to hell. Don't interfere with our rest.

— As you know. Bye, sweetie. – Dimon walked away from the table, smiling. Now I'm blushing.

- Don’t pay attention, Gena. Even though this is the capital of the region, there are also plenty of fools.

We returned home not in the best mood. This fool Dimon still ruined our mood. We took off our outerwear and, remaining in our shorts, went to the kitchen. I poured us some vodka and we drank. We snacked on lard and pickled cucumbers that Gena brought.

After the second drink, the mood improved, and we began to talk about everything and nothing. Then we went into the room and watched TV. After an hour we decided to get ready for bed. I suggested that Gene take a shower to freshen up. He nodded and went to the bathroom. With my question I stopped him and clearly confused him:

- Maybe we can take a shower together? – Apparently, the alcohol I drank did not allow me to control myself more, which I immediately regretted. But it was too late to retreat. – We saw each other naked at the camp site.

- Well, as you wish, Yura. “You’re the boss of the house,” he replied.

- What’s important here is not my desire, but your fundamental agreement.

- Okay. I agree - this decision apparently was not easy for him. But I still decided to use it.

We entered the bathroom. Gena turned his back to me, took off his panties and stood in the bath. I also stripped myself of my cover and joined him. We took turns exposing our bodies to the warm streams of water and naturally our body parts touched, which personally caused me trembling and pleasure.

I took a bottle of shower gel and began to apply it to Gennady’s back, going lower and lower to his buttocks. He stood silently and did not object to this. And when my hand slipped between his charming buns and lathered his crotch, I felt his body vibrate.

He ​​turned Gena to face him and began to cover his chest and stomach with gel. He didn't resist and that gave me confidence. When my hand touched his shaved pubis, I realized that Gena was starting to get excited. Then, taking his genitals in my hands, I began to soap them until the penis was completely hard.

- Yura, are you pleased to do this? – Gena asked in a quiet voice. Through the noise of flowing water, I still heard him.

— Very,” I answered. – Are you pleased that I’m doing this? – I asked him in turn.

— Yes,” Gena answered with just his lips.

- Then we will give each other all possible pleasure. “I took the hose and began to wash off the foam from it.

After washing his body, I gave Gene a bottle of gel. Now he started applying it to my body and gently smearing it with his hand. My penis had been looking at the ceiling for a long time, and I was not ashamed of it, moreover, natural lubricant was already oozing from it.

After the shower, we drank a little more for courage, and went to dismantle the sofa.

We threw ourselves into each other's arms and could not get enough of the intimacy, although our bodies intertwined and dissolved in each other. Having merged in a hot kiss, we were in no hurry to open our lips, although we were suffocating from lack of air.

Finally, we loosened our embrace and let go of each other, although our members continued to smoke from overstimulation, since there was still real intimacy. We were just taking a break from foreplay. For some reason, I really wanted to smoke, although I rarely do it. Apparently, before taking Gena’s penis into my mouth, I wanted to take a cigarette.

I suggested that Gene go to the kitchen and freshen up, he agreed and we got up from the sofa. After drinking another glass of vodka, I found a pack of cigarettes and lit a cigarette... Lying in the “69” position, we diligently sucked each other’s dicks. I lay on top and felt Gena run his tongue over my anus several times, which almost led me to ejaculation.

I managed to stuff two testicles into my mouth at once. But, apparently, I squeezed them tightly and Gena quietly screamed. I had to suck only one at a time. Gena, with his actions, also drove me into a frenzy. I wanted to water his mouth with my juice for a long time, but I wanted it to happen at the same time.

And then I felt his rod tense, Gena groaned, and the first stream of his nectar splashed into my mouth. At that moment, I stopped holding back and also released several volleys of viscous liquid from my shaft. We continued to suck out the salty and tart liquid until we had sucked out every last drop.

I rolled off Gena and in this position we lay there for I don’t know how long, resting and mentally reliving what had happened.

- Well, another vodka? – I asked Gena.

— Perhaps. It would be nice to wash down what we swallowed.

Sitting in the kitchen and smoking after a glass of vodka, I asked:

- Well, should we continue or sleep?

— We’ll probably continue. I just have one request: can I let you go first? Well, you understand. – Gena blushed like a girl of marriageable age.

While we were returning to the room, we were already excited by the mere thought of upcoming copulation. I laid out condoms and lubricant. We caressed each other a little, rather to be more confident in our intentions than out of necessity, and began to prepare for intercourse. Gena put on a condom, and I applied lubricant and thoroughly lubricated my anus.

Gena asked me to take a frog pose, which I did. He positioned himself behind me and grabbed my hips. Spreading my buttocks with my hands and sticking out my ass, I expected an invasion into the depths of my insides. Gena entered me carefully and slowly, afraid to cause me discomfort. Finally, his balls rested against my ass, but he waited a few seconds and began to thrust.

After a while, he increased the pace and continued to fuck me, stroking my thighs and back. I, in turn, feeling how the head of his penis began to massage my prostate gland, began to lightly wave my butt at him and push myself onto his stake.

A few more minutes passed at this pace and Gena began to cum. He growled, his penis began to pulsate inside me and I realized that Gena was expelling seminal fluid from himself. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to cum, but I wasn’t particularly upset about this incident. The next half we will play according to my rules and then I will have a blast.

Gena ran to the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen. After drinking a glass of vodka, I lit a cigarette while waiting for my friend. Finally, Gena appeared. I pointed to the glass, saying that I had already drunk it myself. He poured some vodka into himself and bit on a slice of lemon.

- Well, are you ready? – I asked him.

— Yes,” Gena answered decisively. We went to the room.

Having put on a condom and treated everything with lubricant, I ordered Gena to lie across the sofa. He raised his legs and, spreading them apart, spread his buttocks with his hands.

Pointed my penis in the right direction, I pressed the head on the rosette of his anus, and it disappeared from view. I began to push my penis deeper until my balls did not allow me to do it any further. After waiting for some time, I began to move my piston in Gena’s insides, gradually increasing the pace. Gena's legs rested on my shoulders, and I held his hips.

After some time, Gena’s penis began to come to life and soon it straightened out and did not touch the stomach. I reached the maximum rhythm and was already completely withdrawing the penis and again driving it in to its full length. At the same time, a quiet groan escaped from Gena.

Noticing that his penis began to twitch and pulsate, I expected the release of his seed and soon it happened. His phallus began to shoot whitish, cloudy drops onto his chest and stomach. Having made a few more frictions, I also discharged myself and, by inertia, acted with my rod several more times until I felt that it was losing the necessary hardness.

Already lying in bed and hugging each other, I asked Gena why he didn’t react to my attempts to find common ground at the camp site and didn’t notice my efforts to get closer.

- You see, Yura, then I myself couldn’t decide what I needed. I was afraid to take the wrong step in life.

— And then what changed? – I asked.

— I met a guy. It seemed to me that we loved each other. But he laughed at my love and cheated on me with just anyone. As a result, he no longer exists for me.

In the morning I woke up first, although it was already the beginning of ten. Gena was snoring nearby, and a slight smile was on his happy face. I stood up carefully so as not to disturb him and went into the bathroom. Then I made coffee and savored it while sitting at the dining table and smoking a cigarette. I heard Gena leave the room and go to the bathroom. And five minutes later he appeared in the kitchen. This time he did not put on his underpants, but covered his organ with his hand.

I poured him coffee, but before sitting down at the table, he came up to me and touched my cheek with his lips. I felt such tenderness for this guy that I couldn’t resist and kissed him on the lips. The rest of the afternoon we walked, and I introduced Gena to the central part of the city. We had lunch at the dumpling shop and returned home in the evening.

Having taken a shower together, we again threw ourselves into each other’s arms and spent a couple of hours in bed, making love. This time Gena behaved more relaxed and often took the initiative in caresses and tenderness. Natural needs and hunger forced us to get out of bed. We recovered, and in the kitchen we ate a couple of sandwiches and drank tea.

We didn’t stay long that evening. We watched a little TV and went to bed: I had to go to work tomorrow, and Gene went to the Ministry of Emergency Situations. True, we couldn’t resist. They sucked each other in the “69” position and after that they calmed down and soon fell asleep.

Monday is a hectic day, as always. That morning we had no time for tenderness, although we woke up with erect limbs. After the water treatments, we quickly had breakfast, drank coffee and began to get dressed.

Gena put on a brand new uniform with shoulder straps of a senior lieutenant of the MSCh. Before leaving the apartment, I gave him the second keys, in case he returned before me.

I took him to the regional office, and then went to work.

During the lunch break, Gena called and said that he had registered for service and was now on his way home. He asked me what groceries to buy and what I wanted for dinner.

— At your discretion, dear,” I answered and hung up.

Entering the apartment, I smelled the delicious smell of baked chicken. Gena met me in the hallway naked, which made me happy.

I also undressed, washed my hands, and we sat down at the table. Gena took chilled vodka out of the refrigerator. While eating, he told how he visited the management and personnel department. The order to join the staff from today, but he was given two days to arrange his personal affairs. He also visited the hostel where he was to live.

— The hostel is not bad. But, really, the rooms are for four people. Higher ranks have rooms for two. Shower and toilets on the floor. And you can live like that.

Yes, a room for four is not a separate apartment for you, I thought.

- Well, did they promise to give you your own housing someday? – I asked, chewing another piece.

— They promised, however, in the distant future,” he admitted sadly. “So I’ll come to visit you on weekends, if you invite, of course,” Gena smiled.

— Well, that goes without saying,” I answered, picking up another glass.

Already lying in bed, after we finished making love and Gena, clinging to me, began to slowly snore, I said:

- Gena, why do you need to move to the hostel? Is it bad for us together? Live with me. In cramped conditions, but not in offence.

He ​​didn’t answer, but he heard me and kissed me deeply.

Since then, for two years now we have been living together as a family and sharing joys and sorrows between us.

BERLI.