When Lubrication Loses its Menace
I consider myself fortunate to have spent over three decades with Justin.
The carefree, contented 11-year-old boy who relocated next door to me with his parents long ago hasn't altered at all. I, on the other hand, have undergone a complete transformation throughout that period.
My narrative of growing up can't be much different from other young men of the mid-'90s who aspired to make their mark on the world. Justin was my closest friend. We navigated puberty, school, college, and eventually the workforce together.
I relied on various crutches, including drugs, alcohol, bullying, gambling, unsatisfying sex, and, of course, displaying all the boisterous, macho mannerisms that disguised my true attributes.
Justin remained unchanged, always calm and composed. He never lashed out, never blamed anyone for anything, and was capable of finding common ground in every situation.
Alcohol, once again, played a significant role by illuminating the path to a better life in the form of a memorable, rainy night. Hefty downpours and the fact my car was in the shop served as my excuses for missing our weekly poker night. Justin was happy to join me at my place. He wasn't at all displeased when he heard about the cancellation of our gathering. In retrospect, I'm convinced Justin had intended to spend the night there regardless of what happened. After securing his car in my garage, Justin indulged in an excessive amount of coconut macaroons, sharp cheddar cheese, and Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee whiskey.
It had become uncommon for Justin and me to spend time alone together due to the presence of the perpetual alpha males constantly seeking to outperform each other. The need to beat someone had become inescapable in our social circle.
The gloomy darkness provided the perfect setting, while the amiable glow of the open fire added an appropriate touch of coziness. The alcohol was starting to alleviate any stress, and I was sitting in front of the fire allowing the warmth of Jack and Luther Vandross to envelop me.
I was apprehensive in my tracksuit bottoms and a slouchy Ramones t-shirt. The disconcerting feeling intensifying my discomfort was an erection that sprang out of nowhere. I hadn't experienced such a hard-on since my teenage years. The lack of illumination and a strategically positioned cushion had, I assumed, effectively concealed my potential awkwardness.
Justin's eyes gleamed as he drunkenly chuckled. We had always been comfortable with long pauses in our conversations. We didn't feel the need to chat endlessly to fill the empty spaces. Our group of alpha males, on the other hand, always tried to outdo each other, making it difficult to enjoy solitude.
A long silence preceded my epiphany. I lay before the fire, embraced by the comforting warmth of whiskey and Luther Vandross. The soothing effect of the alcohol only added to the serenity.
I wore comfy tracksuit bottoms and a baggy Ramones t-shirt. The disquieting sensations increasing my discomfort were the sudden emergence of an erection and the realization that it was visible. Luckily, the dim lighting and a strategically placed cushion had camouflaged my potential discomfort.
Across from me, Justin's eyes shone with amusement. Justin and I had always shared long silences in the past. We didn't need to blabber constantly to fill empty spaces because we never felt the need to be the loudest. But that night, the silence signaled an epiphany.
I was languishing in front of the fire, enjoying the comfort of Jack Daniel's and Luther Vandross. I was so relaxed I nearly dozed off. Justin edged closer and gently grasped my still hard erection. Justin silently stroked me for what seemed like an eternity. I eventually exploded in a spectacular orgasm, but Justin continued massaging me until I was drained.
I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, Justin's tongue teased the tip of a new erection. Upon fully waking, it became clear that Justin had rubbed me down with a warm lubricant. Moving away from me, Justin pressed himself against my erect penis and gradually inched himself in until I was inside him.
My orgasm was brief, and I lost control of my rhythm, thrusting more intensely at first then more forcefully. I reached my climax and spasmed, experiencing the most satisfying copulation I had ever encountered.
By the time dawn broke, Justin was deep in slumber, cradled safely in my arms. I clutched him closely and wept.
My tears were those of gratitude for Justin's role in sparking a change in my life, setting me on a path worth exploring.
The simplest of changes was to erase all my previous connections and toxic friends from my life. It was evident to me that they were a detriment and would only lead to sadness and aimlessness if I had continued down my previous course. New housing and employment were the subsequent steps on my journey.
What was more challenging was to embrace my sexuality mentally and make necessary adjustments physically.
Legendary British poet Philip Larkin expressed the truth in one of his well-known poems, "They fuck you up, your mum and dad." This is true. The taboo connected to sex has been carried down through generations for hundreds of years in my family, particularly through my lineage and religious practices.
The idea that sex could have purposes other than reproduction was previously unimaginable. Gay relationships in my family history could have resulted in execution.
Justin was very understanding during my transition and comprehending my sexuality. We methodically faced each challenge one step at a time. The most significant issue I had to deal with - being direct and truthful - was being penetrated by Justin's erect penis. Smooches, hugs, sucking, touching, mutual masturbation were all natural to me in a short while.
Lots and lots of patience, taking it gradually, volumes of lube, extreme tenderness, and a sense of humor eventually got me to the point where I no longer perspire in fear at the sight of a tube of lube.
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