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The storm didn't seem so aggressive once the pair had retreated into Syd's bedroom. Roger, however, was still trembling slightly as his friend led him to bed.
"Don't be nervous, Rog."
Syd's words, however, only made Roger's heart race faster. He was inexperienced with sex in general, let alone with men, and was worried that he would ruin things with his best friend. What if it went horribly, and his relationship with Syd would never be the same again?
Syd, on the other hand, didn't seem so nervous. He was quick to strip off his shirt and pants, climbing into bed wearing nothing but his underwear.
"Come on, Rog," he said in a needy tone, "Come lay down with me."
Roger reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over his friend's body. This only made him all the more self-conscious, seeing Syd's handsome, lean frame. He felt so out of place, feeling unsightly and awkward compared to his partner.
Apparently, Syd didn't share this sentiment, as he eagerly began to undo the buttons of Roger's shirt. In response, Roger swatted Syd's hand away, accidentally using more force than he intended.
"What the hell was that for?" Syd asked incredulously. He looked hurt. He sat up in bed, resting his elbows on his knees. "Do... do you not want to-"
"I do!" Roger protested. He stared at the ground, a lump forming in his throat. "I just... I don't want you to see me naked."
"Huh?" Syd chuckled a bit. "Rog, we're both blokes, it's not like you've got something I've never seen before."
"It's not that." How could he explain this without sounding pathetic? He sighed. "Like I was saying earlier, Syd, I'm not much to look at. And I-"
"Shh."
"But, Syd, I-"
"Shh."
Roger fell silent as Syd hushed him, placing a tender hand on his knee. He knew there was no use protesting.
"Stop it, Roger." Syd whispered. "You're beautiful. You're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen." He brushed a lock of hair out of Roger's face gently. "To me, you're like a fine Roman statue - carved out of marble, formidable, exquisite. And it breaks my heart to hear you describe yourself in such low regard."
Tears welled up in Roger's eyes. He took a deep breath in, not wanting to cry in front of Syd. He took Syd's hand into his gently, in the same tender way he had done while sitting together in their shelter.
Syd smiled softly and planted a light kiss on Roger's cheek. "Roger... are you ready to do this? You can say no, it won't hurt my feelings. I just want you to be comfortable."
After a moment of consideration, Roger nodded. "I'm ready... I want to do this, more than anything. Just... be gentle, please..."
At this, Syd began to unbutton Roger's shirt once more. Roger didn't resist this time, only trembling slightly as the cool air hit his bare skin.
Syd's heart raced as he took in every detail of Roger's muscular frame. "Ah, Roger... I want to see more of you, please..." Obediently, Roger sat back and allowed Syd to unbutton his trousers, shifting his hips and legs slightly to get them down around his ankles.
Once Roger was also stripped down to his underwear, he gingerly got in bed with Syd, drawn in by his friend's body heat. The two men cocooned themselves in the blankets, encased in their mutual love and warmth.
Roger felt his nerves melting away as soon as he felt Syd's velvety lips on his neck. He moaned softly, squirming under the gentle touches and caresses of his partner.
"Yeah? You like that?" Syd seemed encouraged by Roger's reaction, and continued to move his lips downward, taking special care to cover the entirety of Roger's torso in tender kisses. It wasn't long until Syd noticed a bulge beginning to form beneath the sheets, the incontrovertible evidence of Roger's arousal.
Syd reached down and began to gently rub Roger's erection over the cloth of his boxers, much to Roger's delight. Roger had played with himself plenty of times before - with Syd invading his fantasies more than he cared to admit - but this, this felt... different. He wasn't in a rush to climax and get it over with, but rather he relished the movements of Syd's soft fingers.
With a stab of insecurity, Roger realized he wasn't doing enough, and cautiously began to caress Syd's firm buttocks. Syd jumped a bit at the sudden contact, but then smiled playfully.
"Oh? You like my arse, don't you, Roger?"
Roger stammered. "Uh... y-yeah... I guess I do, huh?"
Syd laughed. He could already feel his own body reacting to Roger's touch, and his swollen member was aching to be free, straining against the fabric of his boxers. "Would you like to get a better look, then?"
Before Roger could respond, Syd was completely naked, tossing his boxers aside carelessly. Roger blushed at his friend's unabashed nudity, but that didn't stop him from stealing a peek below the belt. He noticed with a quiet stab of relief that Syd was well-endowed, but not quite as much as he himself was.
Syd didn't mind Roger's curious eyes, spreading his legs out to give him a better view. He lay on his back, stroking his length absentmindedly, teasing himself to full arousal.
The sight only made Roger grow harder, painfully hard. He felt a sudden desire to pin Syd down and take him savagely right then and there, but he pushed the urge down. Even if Roger was physically able - which he almost certainly was - and even if Syd would enjoy Roger's dominant actions - which he almost certainly would - Roger wanted Syd to take charge, to hold his hand and lead him through the process.
Once Roger had exposed himself fully, he cautiously straddled Syd, not knowing how to proceed. "So, uh... do I put it in your... uh, butt?"
Syd chuckled nervously. "I'd prefer it if you didn't... at least not for right now. I'd be open to trying that eventually, but I'd like to get some practice before then, yeah? With toys and fingers and whatnot..."
Roger gulped. "So you're going to put it in MY butt."
Syd shook his head, laughing. "No, Roger - there's more to this sort of thing than just putting something in your bum, you know. Here, lay down, I'll show you."
The pair switched positions, with Syd now on top. Roger was still a bit wary, worried that Syd would try to slip it into his butt when he least expected it. However, his nerves melted away as Syd began to rub his sensitive tip against Roger's.
Both men groaned in unison at the stimulation. Seeing as Roger enjoyed it, Syd began to move against him more passionately, savouring the sight of Roger submissively laid out in front of him.
"You like that, Rog?"
Roger could barely catch his breath. "Ahh... yes... v-very much so..."
Syd spat on his fingers, applying some lubrication to supplement the pleasurable friction. He seemed experienced - a bit too experienced. Roger's heart sank.
Syd quickly noticed the change in Roger’s demeanor and stopped what he was doing. “Everything okay, Rog?” he asked with genuine concern. “Does it feel uncomfortable?”
Roger’s lip quivered slightly. He hadn’t wanted to talk about these feelings with Syd, but now that Syd’s eyes were focused on him, he couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “Look, Sydney–” Roger stammered. “I know it’s really n-no secret that you’ve slept with a lot of people before.”
At this, Syd’s face fell slightly. “Yeah, maybe a few more than I should have been with, I’ll tell you that…” He admitted softly. “Why do you bring it up?”
“I just– you’ve been with so many attractive people– and now you’re here with me– and I look nothing like the girls you bring home– or the guys you see in magazines– and I can’t help but wonder– is this special to you?” Roger gulped. “Am I… just… another body for you to claim?”
Syd frowned, his expression not offended but rather sad. “Of course this is special to me, Roger.” He reached out, stroking Roger’s hair comfortingly. “You are special to me.”
Roger trembled, feeling like such a baby. “But why?” He protested. “You’re so handsome, you can have anybody that you want, why would you choose an ugly, insecure pussy like me?”
Syd sighed, leaning in close to Roger’s face. “Can I tell you a secret, Rog?”
Roger nodded, taken aback. He didn’t know where Syd planned to go with this.
Syd turned around out of habit, as if checking to make sure that nobody had materialized into the room, then leaned in closer. “Roger… you were my first crush.”
This confession knocked the wind out of Roger. “Wha- huh?”
Syd nodded. “I’ve liked you as long as I can remember. I remember watching you, just completely taken by your face and spirit. But…” Syd shook his head. “When I was young, I confessed how I felt about you to my older brothers, and they just laughed. They told me that two blokes can’t love each other, that it was ridiculous and that surely I was taking the piss.”
He paused. “I do like girls, Rog – it wasn’t that I was faking it. But as I explored the ‘acceptable’ part of my sexuality over the years, I could never get rid of that urge at the back of my mind to… well, you know… l-love you.”
Roger didn’t know what to say. He’d only ever known strong, confident, ladies’ man Syd – how could it be that his friend liked him all along, and he never even noticed?
Syd took Roger’s hand in his, gently pressing his lips against Roger’s knuckles. “Roger… if you’ll allow me, I want to show you how special you really are to me. How much I want you – and have wanted you.” He let out a shaky, desperate sigh. “Please, Rog. Let me love you.”
Tears welled up in Roger’s eyes. He nodded, trying his hardest not to cry. “Yes, Syd… you can love me… please love me…”
A stray tear rolled down Roger’s face, which Syd brushed away with his thumb. “It’s okay, Rog,” he said in a hushed voice. “Just let it out… everything, good and bad… let it all out.”
Overcome with emotion, Roger suddenly pulled Syd close, kissing him passionately. Syd gasped with delight, and with Roger’s silent consent, resumed his position on top of Roger. They savored the feeling of their throbbing erections pressed against each other, seeming to melt together into a symphony of pleasure.
Syd increased the stimulation by rocking his hips, which made Roger gasp and moan. It felt incredible – and even more so now that he could look into his beloved friend’s eyes as they made love.
“Oh, Roger…” Syd moaned out. “You’re just so beautiful… you’re just so, so beautiful…”
“Say it again, Sydney!”
“Oh Roger, you beautiful man! I love you… oh, God, I love you…”
The combination of Syd’s words and physical attention transported Roger to a Heaven he didn’t think existed. Yes, truly this was where he was meant to be – in the arms of his dear Syd, drifting away from all of his worldly troubles on a breeze of pure acceptance and bliss.
“You have no idea, Rog…” Syd groaned. “How long… how long I’ve wanted to do this… how badly I’ve wanted you…”
His movements came to an abrupt stop. Just as Roger was about to open his mouth and beg for more, he saw Syd sliding his body downwards, putting himself at eye level with Roger’s length.
“Sydney, no.” Roger protested. “You need to take care of yourself, too.” But Syd just shushed him.
“Believe me, Rog, I’ve fantasized about doing this for a very long time. Please… I want to take care of you… I want to make you feel good…”
Although feeling guilty that Syd was sacrificing his own pleasure, Roger relented, surrendering all control to Syd. He vowed to himself that he’d return the favor once he’d finished.
For somebody who’d apparently never been with a man before, Syd wasn’t half bad. His tongue danced curiously around Roger’s thick shaft, before coming to settle on his aching tip. Roger moaned loudly. All he could do was tangle his fingers into Syd’s locks and whimper helplessly.
In response to this, Syd quickened the pace of his movements, swirling his tongue around Roger’s girth. Roger didn’t want this moment to ever end, but judging by the way his pelvic muscles were tightening, he knew it couldn’t last forever.
“I’m close,” Roger warned Syd. This didn’t stop Syd from continuing his pleasurable rhythm. With a mortifying whine, Roger released, feeling his body tremble as the tension inside him came to a peak. He watched in shock as Syd swallowed every last drop of his load without even a hint of hesitation.
Syd caught Roger’s gaze, smiling bashfully as he wiped the remnants of Roger’s seed from his lips. “That was… incredible… did you… did you like that?”
Roger could only nod, unable to form coherent words. He was so exhausted by the ecstasy and pleasure that he was tempted to just take Syd into his arms and fall right asleep. However, he remembered how he planned to repay his friend.
“I… I want to…” Roger mumbled, trying to find the right words. His meaning became obvious as he cautiously moved his face down the length of Syd's body, coming to a stop between his legs.
“Oh Roggie, you don’t have to–” Syd assured him, but Roger shook his head. “No… I want to… if you’ll let me…”
Syd smiled warmly. “Of course I’ll let you, Roger.” He rested his hands on the back of Roger’s head, letting out a small gasp as he felt his partner’s soft lips wrapping around his arousal.
Roger struggled at first, having trouble accommodating Syd’s length inside his sensitive throat without gagging. “That’s okay, you’re doing fine, just take your time…” Syd cooed. After a few awkward minutes of trial and error, Roger finally managed to get a tentative rhythm going. Before he knew it, he was bringing soft moans out of Syd’s lips.
“Oh, Rog… that’s, ah… that’s good…” He sighed. He caressed Roger’s flowing hair. “That’s amazing… you’re amazing… you’re so beautiful, my love… mmm…”
Roger was nevertheless uncertain of his oral skills, but at least Syd seemed to be enjoying it, which encouraged Roger to grow more daring. He gave small pauses between sucks, trying to ramp up Syd’s desperation as much as he could.
“Eeeeeeeesh…” Syd gritted his teeth, a hiss escaping from him. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
Roger took this to be a good thing, and kept up his movements, slowly increasing his pace as he went along. Syd’s legs were starting to twitch. “F-fuck… ah, that’s it… that’s it… don’t stop, Roger! Don’t stop!”
Syd wasn’t quite able to warn Roger before he came, leaving him with a mouthful that Roger didn’t know what to do with. “Ah… sorry, Rog… you can spit it out if you want.” Syd told him, embarrassed. However, after a moment of deliberation, Roger swallowed the physical evidence of Syd’s love, giving him a strange yet oddly enjoyable warm feeling inside.
The two men collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and exchanging lazy kisses. “Syd…” Roger whispered. “Do… Do you love me?”
Syd gulped and nodded, his eyes puffy with emotion. “Yes, Roger…” he replied. “I love you. I love you so damn much. I’ve always loved you.”
Roger blushed. “I… I love you too, Syd… I have no idea how somebody as wonderful as you can love somebody like me.”
“Ah, no more of that, Rog.” Syd murmured. “One way or another, I’ll find a way to show you the Roger I see – the strong, beautiful man who captured my heart.”
Roger nodded silently, not wanting to spoil the moment. He intertwined his fingers with Syd’s. “Syd…” he finally said. “The world will never accept us.”
Syd ruffled his hair. “They will one day, Rog… they will one day. They’ll see that the love between two men can be strong and pure and true, and they’ll know that sometimes, the heart knows no race, creed, or sex… it just knows love.”
Roger’s heavy eyelids began to fall closed. He hoped Syd was right – it sounded very wonderful, the idea of proudly walking hand in hand with the man he loved, knowing no legal nor social discrimination. A world in which the love between him and Syd could be fully realized.
Syd gently stroked Roger’s hair, smiling at the way his friend drifted off to sleep – looking so innocent, so peaceful. “But I understand,” he whispered. “So until that day comes, this can stay our little secret.”