The Base

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It had been a few years since I’d last seen him. It was strange really, because there was a time when we were completely inseparable. Every weekday was spent together, every weekend was spent in each other’s houses, and every school holiday was spent lounging around together, enjoying our adolescence.

He’d grown up. I guess we both had, but Tommy had outdone me, and now the twenty one year old stood over six foot three, and had seemingly spent the last number of years in a prison gym.

He was only sixteen when he was arrested, and it felt like my world had come crashing down around me. He’d always been a wild kid, but I suppose his luck eventually ran out and he was hit with a three year sentence which ended up being increased later on.

Tommy wasn’t a bad guy. He’d made some mistakes, sure, but he wasn’t bad in the traditional sense. When my best friend was locked up, I felt lost. Everything we’d ever had was instantly gone, and I can’t say that I wasn’t bitter about it.

Despite that, when the day finally arrived, I was the only one waiting for him on the outside. The family that he did have, didn’t wait around, so he came to stay with me until he could get back on his feet.

I lived with my uncle at the time, who spent most of his waking hours drunk. He didn’t even remember Tommy, and didn’t seem remotely bothered when I asked him if he could stay for a while.

“Look at you being all smart” Tommy joked, picking up one of my college textbooks.

“Well I had to do something while I waited for you” I laughed back, sitting down on my bed and watching him more intently than I ever had before.

His jet black hair was shaved tight around the sides and somewhat scraggy on top. He’d gotten tattoos, as well, and although they weren’t the best I’d seen, they suited him. He had a rose on the right side of his neck, the ink was as dark as his hair. He had numbers on his fingers, a skull on his hand, and some other ones spread around his muscular body.

“Did a blind man do them?” I asked, pointing to his neck, and he lifted his fists and pretended to punch me.

“Check this one out” he grinned, and lifted up his prison issued t-shirt to reveal a body that he hadn’t had before.

It was ripped. Each individual muscle was clearly defined beneath the tight, tanned skin of his torso. I hardly noticed the large tattoo, and instead, focused on the bulging muscle and veins that led down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Nice” I smirked, and he dropped his shirt and stretched.

“So, don’t I get a hug from my best friend?”

I smiled to myself. He’d always been a tough guy, but whenever we were together, he let that guard down. I had wondered if prison would change that, but Tommy held out his arms, so I guessed not.

He squeezed me until I felt like I’d pop. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around me and his head on my shoulder was the most love I’d felt in a long time, and I couldn’t help but bask in it, inhaling the aroma of an old friend whom I had missed so very much.

When Tommy eventually released me he looked out the window onto the street where we used to hang out. Our childhoods had both been tough, but we had some great memories together.

“Wanna go to the base?” He asked, and I could hear a childish excitement in him.

“The base?” I laughed, “I haven’t been there since…” My voice trailed off. We both knew when the last time we’d been there was. Every summer had been spent in the abandoned factory field, crafting and building our own secret little hideout.

“For old times sake?” He pressed, and how could I deny him?

The day was warm and humid. There was no need for jackets, and if I had had a body like Tommy’s, there would have been no need for shirts either. We strolled down the street together, reminiscing about old times, and even bumping into a few old friends. They nodded to me, but didn’t recognise Tommy. That’s what I told him, anyway.

“I never meant it, you know” he said, kicking an empty can up the road, “what happened, it was an accident”.

“You don’t need to –”

“I want to” he interrupted. “It wasn’t supposed to go down like that, Ben. It really wasn’t”.

I believed him. Not because he was my best friend, but because we’d made a pact with each other many, many years prior, and we’d been completely honest with each other ever since.

“I know”.

When we finally reached the old factory field, it looked almost the exact same. The steel fence was still rusted and broken in some places, the old doors still barely hung on, and around the back, right near the trees, a small wooden structure still stood, and I almost couldn’t believe it.

“That’s because I made it” he said, nudging me.

“Yeah right” I scoffed, “you spent most of your time trying to convince Rebecca Anderson to come over”.

“God damn” he laughed, “I forgot about her. You think she’d come by now?”

“Maybe” I shrugged, “but she’d have to bring her two kids and her husband”.

Tommy grimaced and shook his head. “Has everything changed?” He asked, and opened the old wooden door into our base.

We clambered inside, and although I still managed to fit comfortably, Tommy’s jail house muscle made it a tight fit for him. We were still able to stand up, though just barely, and now we were chest to chest, our eyes burning into each other, and I smiled at him.

“Not everything” I whispered, and our lips finally connected.

His strong hands held my face and his tongue pushed inside my mouth. I reached for the waistband of his pants, and pulled the front of them down too fast to be considered romantic.

“What the fuck are those?” I asked, breathlessly, and felt the tight pair of tighty-whities on him.

“Don’t give me shit” he said, shoving me against the wall and dragging my t-shirt over my head, “I didn’t exactly get a shopping spree before I left”.

We kissed again, faster this time as the spark of passion ignited in both of us once more. He stepped out of his sweatpants, and guided my hands to his waist.

“You gonna take them off or just laugh at them?” He grinned, grabbing my throat and forcing my head up, so I could smile only at him.

“You think you’re tough because you were locked up?” I asked, teasingly.

“No” he breathed, shoving his other hand down my pants and grabbing my semi-erect cock and balls. “I think I’m tough because I’ve got your nuts in my hand”.

I squirmed with both pleasure and pain as Tommy fondled me. I realised now that I had missed him far more than I realised. I pulled down his underwear and took a breath of satisfaction when his long, veined pipe flopped out.

“They don’t let you jerk off in prison. Did you know that?” He asked, and I could feel his heart beating through his bare chest as I kissed it.

“No? You must be desperate”.

“When have I ever followed the rules, Ben?”

Tommy swung me around and pushed me against the wall. I gasped when his finger slid between the cheeks of my ass, and found my hole almost instantly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long” he whispered over my shoulder, pushing inside me. “I’ve dreamt about it”.

“That’s pretty gay, dude” I moaned, inhaling sharply as he fingered my prostate.

“Right?” He slithered, gliding his tongue across my ear, “good job the guys inside didn’t find out, who knows what would have happened?”

I whimpered as he pushed a second finger into me and forced my cock to drool milky pre-cum onto the floor.

“You don’t strike me as a prison bitch” I managed, barely able to catch my breath.

“You’re right. You’re the only bitch in here”.

Tommy dragged his fingers from my hungry hole and rubbed his wet cock head against me. He placed both his hands over mine, holding them against the wall as he pushed with his strong hips.

“Say it” he grunted, pushing his helmet inside me, “say you’re my bitch”.

“You’re my bitch” I groaned, and my eyes rolled back as Tommy drove at least five of his seven inches deep into my bowels.

“You always were a cheeky little fucker” he told me, pumping, “my cheeky little fucker”.

Every breath in my body escaped me as Tommy fucked me. His thick cock spread me wide, and I could think of no better feeling on the planet. He reached around, taking my cock in his hand, and pleasured us both.

“You know” he whispered roughly, slamming deep, “I have years of this to catch up on”.

“You do?” I moaned, as his wet cock slipped entirely from me, and then darted back in.

“Don’t tell me you waited all this time?”

I felt the orgasm begin to build inside me as I rested my head back on his shoulder. “Of course I did”.

Tommy sped up. The sound of his balls hitting off me echoed around our old base. Cum began to spray from my rod, dousing the wall that we’d built together. He moaned out, tensing up and holding himself deep in my ass, and gasped with pleasure as he unloaded in me.

“God damn I’ve been looking forward to that” he eventually groaned, slipping out before we dressed again.

“You and me both” I nodded, pulling up my pants.

As we strolled back to my house, Tommy seemed lighter. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled as the sun began to dip behind the mountains in the distance.

“It’s good to be back, Ben” he said.

“It’s good to have you back, Tommy”.