A FRIEND IS A FRIEND, EVEN IN AFRICA

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

I am a gay versatile, but, of course, I didn't tell him about it, though I repeatedly tried to seduce my roommate. If not to engage in same-sex sex directly, then at least to masturbate together.

But he didn't succumb to my tricks. For example, I walked naked to the shower. He also followed my example, undressed and followed naked to the shower room, but remained indifferent to my charms.

Sometimes we went on hiking trips to the mountains. There, in completely wild places, I would strip off my clothes and expose my naked body to the sun's rays. Gena only took off his outer clothing and always remained in his swim trunks.

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

However, one small detail bothered me. The hair on his genitals was shaved. Of course, that didn't mean anything. I myself shave the hair on my pubic area and perineum and have seen many straight guys, for example in the bathhouse, also shaved. But this detail on Gena's body gave me no peace.

And then suddenly such a surprise: Gena is coming and asks me to meet him.

On Saturday morning, I ran to the market and dashed around the shops, buying groceries and various small things for meeting the guest. The train was arriving in the afternoon, and I managed to cook 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, I can endure it for a few days and walk around in underwear or shorts.

But what about the sleeping arrangements? My one-room Khrushchevka apartment, due to its square footage, doesn't allow me to have two beds: I only have a sofa, but it's a pull-out one, and if I had a partner staying the night, there were no problems. Would Gena want to sleep with me? I can't even lay something on the floor, as I don't have a second mattress. Well, okay. We'll make do with what we have.

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

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

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

On the way, Gena told me that after graduating from the Emergency Situations Ministry academy, he was assigned to serve in our city.

— And what about housing? – I inquired.

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

— Of course, you can. But you'll see the conditions for yourself now.

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

I showed him my den.

— As you can see, Gena, there's only one sofa, but it unfolds. If you agree to sleep with me, you're welcome. I won't make advances on your honor, — I tried to joke.

— What can I do? Of course, I agree, Yura. It's better than sleeping at the station, and a hotel is expensive. Thank you.

— Well, then get undressed and take a shower. There's a clean towel on the right. And I'll take care of lunch.

Deciding not to change my habits, I also undressed, leaving only my tight briefs on, and went to the kitchen. Gena also undressed down to his briefs and went to the shower. By the time he appeared in the kitchen, I had everything ready. I noticed that Gena had put on fresh briefs. A clean guy.

We sat down at the table, drank to our meeting, and started eating. I glanced at him furtively, and it seemed to me that he had become even more attractive than two years ago.

Of course, over two years he had matured. His shoulders had become broader, and his blue eyes had become more bottomless. Damn it! Such a guy and I can't have him! And it wouldn't be so bad if he had me.

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

— You know, Yura, I slept quite well on the train. If you don't mind, I'd gladly go for a walk. The weather is good. No point sitting within four walls.

I agreed. We got dressed and left the house. After walking for about three hours around our and the neighboring district, showing Gena the sights there, we were heading home.

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

— Hi, Yurik. Snatched yourself a new hottie? – he asked, pointing at Gena sitting next to me, who looked at me and blushed slightly.

— This is my friend Gennady. And you know, Dimon, you'd better get lost. Don't disturb our rest.

— Suit yourself. Bye, sweetie. – Dimon walked away from the table, smiling. Now it was my turn to blush.

— Don't pay attention, Gena. Even though it's the regional capital, there are plenty of fools here too.

We returned home not in the best mood. That fool Dimon had spoiled our mood after all. We took off our outer clothing and, remaining in our briefs, went to the kitchen. I poured us some vodka, and we drank. We had some salo and pickled cucumbers that Gena had brought as snacks.

After the second shot, our mood improved, and we started talking about everything and nothing. Then we moved to the room and watched TV. An hour later, we decided to get ready for bed. I suggested Gena freshen up with a shower. He nodded and went to the bathroom. My question stopped him and clearly put him in a difficult position:

— Maybe we should take a shower together? – Apparently, the alcohol I'd drunk didn't allow me to control myself anymore, which I immediately regretted. But it was too late to back down. – We've seen each other naked at the tourist base.

— Well, as you wish, Yura. You're the master of the house, after all, — he replied.

— What's important is not my desire, but your principled agreement.

— Okay. I agree, — such a decision, apparently, was not easy for him. But I decided to take advantage of it anyway.

We entered the bathroom. Gena turned his back to me, took off his briefs, and stepped into the bathtub. I also shed my covering and joined him. Taking turns, we exposed our bodies to the warm streams of water, and naturally, parts of our bodies touched, which personally gave me shivers and pleasure.

I took the bottle of shower gel and started applying it to Gennady's back, going lower and lower down to his buttocks. He stood silently and didn't object to this. And when my hand slipped between his charming buns and soaped up his perineum, I felt his body vibrate.

Turning Gena to face me, I started covering his chest and stomach with gel. He didn't resist, and that gave me confidence. When my hand touched his shaved pubic area, I understood that Gena was starting to get aroused. Then, taking his genitals in my hands, I started soaping them until his cock hardened completely.

— Yura, do you enjoy doing this? – Gena asked in a quiet voice. Through the noise of the pouring water, I still heard him.

— Very much, — I replied. – And do you enjoy me doing this? – I asked him in turn.

— Yes, — Gena answered with just his lips.

— Then let's give each other as much pleasure as we can. – I took the hose and started rinsing the foam off him.

After washing his body, I handed Gena the bottle of gel. Now he started applying it to my body and gently spreading it with his hand. My cock had long been pointing at the ceiling, and I wasn't embarrassed by it; moreover, natural lubrication was already oozing from it.

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

We threw ourselves into each other's arms and couldn't get enough of the closeness, although our bodies intertwined and dissolved into each other. Merging in a hot kiss, we were in no hurry to part our lips, although we were gasping for air.

Finally, we loosened our embrace and let go of each other, although our cocks continued to steam from overexcitement, as true intimacy was yet to come. We were simply resting from the foreplay. For some reason, I terribly wanted to smoke, although I rarely do it. Apparently, before taking Gena's cock in my mouth, I wanted to take a cigarette.

I suggested to Gena that we go to the kitchen and freshen up; he agreed and we got up from the sofa. After drinking another shot of vodka, I found a pack of cigarettes and lit up… Lying in the "69" position, we diligently sucked each other's cocks. I was on top and felt Gena run his tongue over my anus several times, which almost made me ejaculate.

I managed to stuff both testicles into my mouth at once. But, apparently, I squeezed them too hard and Gena let out a quiet cry. I had to suck only one at a time. Gena, with his actions, also drove me to a frenzy. I had long wanted to irrigate his mouth with my juice, but I wanted it to happen simultaneously.

And then I felt his rod tense up, Gena moaned, and the first jet of his nectar spurted into my mouth. At that moment, I stopped holding back and also released several volleys of viscous fluid from my own barrel. We continued to suck out the salty and tart fluid until we had sucked out the last drop.

I rolled off Gena, and in that position, I don't know how long we lay, resting and mentally reliving what had happened.

— Well, how about some more vodka? – I asked Gena.

— Perhaps. It wouldn't be bad to wash down what we swallowed.

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

— Well, shall we continue or go to sleep?

— Probably continue. But I have one request: can I be the first to… you know. Well, you understand. – Gena blushed like a maiden ready for marriage.

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

Gena asked me to take the frog position, which I did. He positioned himself behind me and took hold of my hips. Spreading my buttocks with my hands and sticking out my ass, I awaited the invasion into the depths of my insides. Gena entered me carefully and slowly, afraid of causing me discomfort. Finally, his balls rested against my butt, but he waited a few seconds and began to make thrusts.

After a while, he increased the pace and continued to fuck me, stroking my thighs and back. In turn, feeling the head of his cock begin to massage my prostate gland, I started to slightly wiggle my ass for him and impale myself on his shaft.

Several more minutes passed at this pace, and Gena began to cum. He growled, his cock started pulsating inside me, and I understood that Gena was expelling his seminal fluid. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to cum, but I wasn't particularly upset about it. The next round we'll play by my rules, and then I'll have a blast to the fullest.

Gena ran to the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen. After drinking a shot of vodka, I smoked while waiting for my friend. Finally, Gena appeared. I pointed to the shot glass, saying that I had already drunk mine. He poured the vodka into himself and had a slice of lemon as a chaser.

— Well, are you ready? – I asked him.

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

Putting on a condom and applying lube to everything, I told Gena to lie across the sofa. He lifted his legs and, spreading them apart, used his hands to part his buttocks.

Aiming my cock in the right direction, I pressed the head against the rosette of his anus, and it disappeared from view. I began to push my cock deeper until my balls wouldn't allow me to go further. After waiting a little, I started moving my piston inside Gena, gradually increasing the pace. Gena's legs rested on my shoulders, and I held him by the hips.

After some time, Gena's cock began to come to life and soon it straightened up and wasn't touching his stomach. I reached the maximum rhythm and was now fully pulling my cock out and driving it back in to its full length. At the same time, a quiet moan escaped from Gena.

Noticing that his cock 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. After making a few more thrusts, I also discharged and, by inertia, worked my rod a few more times until I felt it losing the necessary hardness.

Already lying in bed and hugging each other, I asked Gena why he hadn't reacted to my attempts to find common ground back at the tourist base and hadn't noticed my efforts to get closer.

— You see, Yura, back then I couldn't decide for myself what I needed. I was afraid of making a wrong step in life.

— And what changed later? – I asked.

— I met a guy. I thought we loved each other. But he mocked my love and cheated on me with anyone. In the end, he no longer exists for me.

In the morning, I woke up first, although it was already almost eleven. Gena was snoring lightly next to me, and a slight smile was on his happy face. I carefully got up so as not to disturb him and went to the bathroom. Then I brewed coffee and savored it, sitting at the dining table and smoking a cigarette. I heard Gena leave the room and go to the bathroom. And about five minutes later, he appeared in the kitchen. This time he didn't put on briefs, but covered his organ with his hand.

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