I sat with my good friends around the table, the food almost bending it in the middle as we loaded it up with our favorite dishes and, of course, the turkey I'd roasted that morning. The din of one of many football games on the television in the living room was lessened by the clank and shuffle of the dishes as the men at my table passed the food around. Nearly all of my friends had come from my high school and as we talked and ate, I enjoyed their company. Later on, when all of them but Gary had left, I would enjoy his company in a more personal way.

My days at Taylor High School were a mixed bag; you never knew whether or not it was going to be a good day or a stinker. Indeed, the little conservative town I grew up in had only one speed, s-l-o-w, and was so steeped in old 'ways' that it was sometimes hard being young. There was only the one high school in the entire county, being more agribusiness than citified, and so all the young men and women progressed from the six grade schools to the three middle schools to the one high school.

Old Man Taylor, or Cornelius Taylor the Third, had been a founding father of the town and given the land for the high school almost fifty years ago, so my parents still knew the story of how the richest man in the county was also the owner of almost all of it. As was custom, whenever Old Man Taylor gave land or built a building, it was named after him. We had the Taylor Court House, the Taylor Bank, and so on, and it followed that when he'd closed down his turkey ranch and gave it for land for the high school, it would be called Taylor High School. Unfortunately, in honor of the turkey ranch, our mascot was Tom Turkey and even though we were called the "Taylor Gobblers" for all our sports teams, we were known by the few high schools we competed against as the "Turkeys."

When we graduated from high school, we all made a pact in the boys' locker room after our last gym class that we'd all find each other in college and make sure we never lost our brotherhood. We made good our pact and now, two years after entering college, we were still mostly together, a few of us leaving college for work elsewhere. Now we shared holidays together and, on this particular Thanksgiving, I was having Gary stay with me as his place was being remodeled over the break.

Gary and I had become friends almost the first day of high school, both of us meeting at a football party and liking each other immediately. While I wasn't all that good at sports, Gary went on to be on the varsity and during our last year was the star of our football team. When we got to college, we were both 19, good looking (at least I thought so), and the co-eds were always trying to get one or both of us out on dates. From high school and college gym classes I knew that Gary had a great body as we both worked out and played intramural sports as we could. But neither of us took the girls up on more than a soda at the student union or perhaps buying them some food at the same place. I didn't know what Gary's story was, but I knew that it was Gary I'd rather date.

The games ended about eight or so, and the rest of the guys had various places to be, so soon it was Gary and I alone, cleaning up and putting away leftovers. My place, while large enough to have the gang over for pizza and the game on my big projection television, was only a one bedroom unit with an extra large living room, a small kitchen and an even dinkier dining area. The bedroom was good sized, enough for the queen sized bed, dresser and desk I had in there and the decent-sized bathroom was just off the bedroom. When I had told Gary that my accommodations were sharing the bed or him sleeping on the couch, he paused a second, looked me over, and said, 'the couch will be fine.' I had just nodded and now here we were, the two of us, with a few hours before bedtime.

"Hey, you got Cool Hand Luke!" Gary said as he rummaged through my video drawer. "I really like that movie! Mind if we have a couple more beers and watch it tonight?"

I smiled. "Sure thing, man. Only problem is that I'm out of beer, all I got are spirits and mixers." That was cool with Gary, who was busily figuring out my VHS, so I made up some drinks and brought them out with some pretzels. When he'd got the tape going and the credits were going past the screen, he settled beside me on the couch and took a sip of his drink.

"Wow!" Gary said, choking a bit on the drink, "you made that pretty strong!"

"Sorry man, I'll go weaken it if you want."

He waved me away, taking another sip, "No, no, its fine. I was just surprised that's all." He grinned at me and said, "Just so long as you don't take advantage of me if I get drunk tonight..."

I laughed and punched him in his beefy shoulder. "Same to you guy, no funny business!" We both laughed and sipped our drinks, the movie playing out but a different image in my mind occupying my thoughts. The idea of that strong, buff body against mine sure was tempting...

About half way through the movie (and four of those strong drinks later) Gary began to tilt a bit beside me, his head resting upon my shoulder as his eyes began to close. I rescued the glass from his hand and, settling him carefully on the couch, removed his shoes and then covered him with a blanket. I stuck a pillow under his head and set a wastebasket lined with a plastic bag beside him, knowing that it was very possible he'd not make it to the bathroom to upchuck if that was going to happen. I put the dishes away in the sink and quietly turned off the movie. As my guest might need to use the bathroom, I left my bedroom door cracked open and, pulling off my clothing (I hadn't worn anything to bed since I left home) went to bed.

I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard a grunt and felt something bump my bed. Coming awake, I sat up and watched Gary, wearing only his boxers, stumble past my bed to the bathroom. The door closed and I hopped out of bed to see if there were any messes to clean up. There wasn't, just Gary's clothing tossed on a chair and the blanket pushed back on the sofa. The lined wastebasket was clean too, so I returned to bed and waited for Gary to finish. He did and, to my shock and delight, peeled off his boxers and crawled into bed with me!

I lay quietly and felt Gary snuggle up to me, his cock pressed against my ass and his muscled chest against my back. He drew his legs up so that we were 'spooned' together, his cock growing between my ass cheeks and pushing them apart as the head got closer and closer to my asshole. Being fucked wasn't my idea of a good time, I preferred to be on top, but I allowed Gary's cock to rest in my asscrack since he was still asleep. We lay like that for a good hour, his gentle breathing behind my ear and slow movement of his chest against my back lulling me into a light sleep.

It was odd then, to feel movement at my asscrack, and I slowly woke up, feeling Gary's arms wrap around me and pinning me against his chest. His hips began working up and down, pushing his cock up and down my asscrack, stroking my asshole but not entering it. I guess the activity made us sweaty, for his cock was gliding up and down rather slickly, and as Gary's hands pressed my lower body into his, I felt him speed up his fucking of my crack, his breathing speeding up as well.

The explosion of his orgasm brought both of us to full awareness, his thrusting of his cock against my asshole bringing me to full hard and the damp yet warm feeling of his load between our bodies causing him to groan and pull away. We'd already worked the sheets off of us, and Gary sat up, his handsome, muscled chest and ripped abs coated with his cum shot. My back was coated too, and I rolled over to the side so that nothing more got on my side of the bed. I walked to the bathroom, dampened some washcloths and, grasping some towels as well, returned to the bedroom.

I wiped Gary down as he was still a bit too sex and sleep fuddled to understand what had just happened. Quietly, I wiped my asscrack clear and then handed him the other washcloth, indicating he should wipe off my back. He did so mechanically, and then dried me with the towel I handed him. I used the same towel on him, carefully pressing him back onto the bed and then drying every muscled inch of his torso before he looked at me and then smiled.

"Oh, man, you did take advantage of me!"

I slapped him lightly on the thigh, just a bit close to his goodies for his comfort but getting my point across. "Excuse me, but who had whose cock in whose asscrack? I'm lucky you didn't try to fuck me, then I'd have to really be upset."

He grinned, sheepishly, and apologized, but said, "You have a nice ass and body, Mike. I don't know what was going on in my head, but I don't regret holding you and fucking your asscrack at all."

He noticed my still hard cock, precum oozing from the end and said, "Guess I'd better return the favor, you look like you need some servicing." He rolled over, presenting his hard bubbled butt to me and spread his legs so that his little brown pucker hole was visible. "I'd think to make up for it and to thank you for dinner and all; I'd better give this to you now."

Stunned, I got the materials together, the rubbers, lubricant and such, and then bent down to where his head lay upon the pillow and whispered, "Are you sure, Gary?"

He nodded, and stole a kiss from me. "Mmmm, that tasted good." I smiled and kissed him back and then got between his legs to prepare him. He definitely liked ass play, but told me this was his first time being fucked, so I went gentle and lubricated him well with one, then two fingers carefully lubing the insides of his ass. He groaned with pleasure as I pressed three fingers into him, and whispered hoarsely, "Put it in me, Mike!"

I was so hard I thought my cock would burst as I tugged the rubber over it and added a good gob of lubricant to the encased head and shaft. I pressed my cock against his asshole and slowly slipped inside him, stopping briefly a few times as he tightened up and needed to loosen up a bit. I slowly stroked his lower back and ass with a light touch until he was loose enough for me to continue and soon I was fully inside him, my balls resting atop his as my middle pressed against him.

I laid down so that our bodies were connected chest to back and my thighs were inside his, and then began slowly moving my hips up and down, pulling my cock out a bit and pushing it back in, a slow easy fuck for this virgin. I wanted more from this prime beef, and so after about 20 minutes of making sure his hole was prepared, I pulled out and turned him over, lifting his legs and placing his ankles on my shoulders. He was a quick study and pulled his ass up so that I could enter him easily. I went back to that easy fucking rhythm, and he purred in delight, his nipples hard upon his full pecs and his belly fluttering with ab muscles flexing in delight.

I pressed forward and began kissing him, which was a new favorite thing of his, having both his mouth and ass occupied by a hot guy (or so he told me afterwards). He responded by stroking my chest and belly as I fucked him when he could fit between our bodies to do so, and I retaliated by moving downwards and sucking/nibbling on his nipples which drove him wild. It was all over too soon, though, as I felt his building orgasm start to crush my cock and ignite my own.

He cried out and ropes of cum flew from his cock as he orgasmed, his cock spasming between us to shoot all over his chest and hit almost his neck and mouth. The waves of his orgasm triggered my own, and I began filling up the rubber with my own pent up juice. When we were both done, we lay there together, Gary holding me to him as my cock softened and slipped out of his still tight asshole. After a bit, I sat up and Gary showed another side of himself as he tenderly removed the used rubber from my cock and began cleaning me off with one of our washcloths. I reciprocated, and then suggested we shower and get some sleep, as it was nearly 4 in the morning and the gang was coming over to another dinner and more football at noon. He grinned and got up, heading to the bathroom and starting the shower for us. I climbed in afterwards and he playfully worked a bar of soap over my body, paying extra attention to my cock and balls which he must have fondled a good 10 minutes. I did the same to his body, and soon we rinsed off and then dried each other off, then remade the bed and fell into it, cuddling together and drifting off to sleep.

We woke up in time, and set out the leftovers of the turkey, stuffing and fixings for Dagwood-type sandwiches, the table groaning again with the amount of food we'd put out. I'd run to the store and got more beer, although the standard rule was to bring enough for yourself to drink plus bring another six pack for your host, so we'd have enough of that as well. Gary helped me with everything and when the guys arrived, we had everything ready. The big screen TV was on, the game was starting and we all piled around the TV to begin watching. I had put out munchies as well on the large coffee table, so we were kept happy until half time when they stormed the table for the sandwiches.

One good friend, John, rolled his eyes as he bit into his sandwich. "Mike, you sure know how to roast and stuff a turkey!"

Gary looked at me, grinning, and said, "Yes, Mike's very good at stuffing a 'turkey!'"

I blushed and Gary laughed, and we went back into the living room, my thoughts now occupied with the idea of stuffing Gary again with hard sausage....