I was informed just after Thanksgiving that I was going to be promoted to the Store Manager of a new store my company was building in Western Oklahoma. I was really excited. My pay would increase exponentially and I would get a bonus at year end. This was a great opportunity for me. It would mean I would have to move out of the home I grew up in. After I graduated college I couldn't continue to my Masters's degree so I moved back home.

I began boxing up things I wouldn't need and buying things I would need in my apartment. Shower curtain, towels, etc. Dad said I could take things I would need in the kitchen, and some plates and bowls, etc. I didn't grow up in a wealthy household. We had Mason jars for glasses and Cool Whip tubs for bowls. None of the cutlery matched. So it didn't really matter what I took.

By the time I would have to actually move, everything would be boxed but the few pieces of furniture that I had acquired in college and my clothes and bathroom kit. I had a big comfy couch, a couple of mismatched side tables, and a pair of matching lamps. There was a TV stand but no TV. My purchased items and two or three dozen boxes that had questionable contents.

My good friend Steve was in his Senior year of high school. We had been friends for several years beginning in the church youth group. He was ten years younger than me but we spent a lot of time together. Working out at the 'Boys Club'. He would spot for me and I would for him when we free-lifted. They had a sauna and we played racquetball. I was telling him about the move and he said he could help me move if I needed help. I certainly needed the help.

My boss said it needed to be done in one day. There was no way that could happen. It was at least a seven-hour drive one way with no stops. I pointed that out to him and he said I would need to do my best. I assured him that I would and I would keep him informed of my progress on his voicemail. The company would pay for the truck. All I had to do was pick it up. They had given the authorization and made the reservation through corporate travel.

The night before we were to make the move, Steve picked me up took me to U-haul, and got the truck. It was a twenty-five-foot full-sized truck. I actually needed one about half that size. But we couldn't change because it was a corporate thing. We would need to begin early in the morning because of the length of the distance of the drive.

Steve was on his Christmas break during his senior year of high school. The timing of this move was marginally perfect. Just after New Year's Day on the third. He arrived at 7 a.m. and we began loading the truck. Furniture first and boxes last to block it all in and keep it from moving.

We completed loading and securing my stuff by about 10:30 a.m. By 11 a.m. we were on the road. We had to make one stop initially for road snacks and beverages. The ice chest was packed and put in the foot well of the cab of the truck. If we didn't stop along the way for any reason, we should arrive at our destination at about 6 p.m.. That didn't happen.

We got hungry about three hours into our drive. We stopped at a well-known diner that had parking for our huge truck and appealed to our hunger pains. Service was quick and efficient. We ate our fill and set off for our destination again. We arrived at 7:30 p.m. There were a couple of other necessary stops. I mean not only for Steve, I had to go too.

We unloaded the truck as quickly as we could. The couch and tables were placed where we thought they looked best. The boxes with labels were put in the bedroom, kitchen, or bathroom. It was almost 9 pm and we were hungry so we went for pizza. We ate our fill again. I stopped on the way back to the apartment to get some cold wine coolers.

We got back to the apartment and decided we needed a break so we sat on the couch and enjoyed our coolers. After about thirty minutes I asked him if he thought we should set up the kitchen and bathroom. He thought it was a good idea. He began unpacking and setting up the kitchen as I worked in the bathroom.

I hung the shower curtain and folded and put away the washcloths and towels. I also set out my soaps and shampoos, razors and shaving cream, toothpaste and toothbrush as well as other medicine cabinet stuff.

He had put away the dishes, pots and pans, silverware and utensils, cleaning things and I must say it looked good. It was nearly 11 pm. No matter what we did there was a seven-hour ride back home. But we were hot and sweaty and generally stunk. We were also tired.

"You want to take a shower before we head back? Get rid of some of this funk?" I asked.

He looked at his watch and wiped his face. Then, looking at me he said, "Yea, I'd like one, but I don't have anything to wear but these stinky clothes."

"I might have something that will be close. I don't know, but even if we have to wear these clothes, we'll feel better," I replied.

So with that decision made I began undressing. So did Steve. Showering together had not been my intention but it certainly wasn't anything new. We had done it often. We had been intimate since the previous summer. He had spent a week with me when I stayed at my boss's house when he took his family on vacation. That was when I shaved his genitals for the first time. Having stripped, I noticed he maintained them bare.

Steve had a beautiful body. He was very hairy all over except for the shaved parts. He was 5'5" tall with blond hair and brown eyes. About 150 pounds of well-defined muscle. His shoulders and upper body were strong and his abs were firm. Very little visible fat. No six-pack but a well-defined 'V' on his lower abdomen. He had a firm bubble butt. His dick was gorgeous. Seven inches, curving slightly down when erect. With a broad mushroom head, circumcised and thick. It just fit perfectly in several places.

I had maintained my genitals bare for the last twelve or so years. I first shaved mine in high school as a wrestler. It seemed cleaner. Certainly easier to clean up after masturbation which happened quite often back then.

I am 5'8'' tall, about 200 pounds, with brown hair, and hazel eyes. I was a wrestler and weightlifter in high school and I had maintained that physique. My cock was nine inches long and circumcised with a broad soft mushroom head. It was thick enough that my hand just barely reached around the shaft and it stood straight out from me and down a bit when erect.

He knew my genitals were bare long before he stayed with me at my boss's house because we showered together at church camp. It was during the week at my boss's house that he decided he wanted to get rid of his pubic hair too. He liked the way it looked and felt.

The water in the shower had come up to temp so I grabbed a washcloth and some towels. I stepped in and Steve stepped in behind me. The water felt really good hitting me on the head and running down my tired body. I fully wet my front and turned to wet my back. I told Steve to get under the water to get wet so he changed places with me. We both had erections now and they were fighting for dominance.

I took some shampoo and washed his hair. He rinsed it out and I then began washing him. His face, neck, and hairy chest were my first targets. Then his stinky armpits with his musky aroma. I kneeled and washed his genitals. He was smooth as a baby's butt. I washed his cock and heavily hanging testicles. I ran my hand between his legs and scrubbed his ass crack with a quick stop at his hole. I inserted my finger to the knuckle he lifted to his toes and moaned loudly. I withdrew my finger but I made sure he was clean.

Then I turned him around, washing his hairy back and legs. He had evidently kept his ass shaved clean as well because from his waist to the crease of his butt cheek on his legs, he was smooth. I shaved his ass cheeks originally last summer. I asked him how he maintained it and he said he shaved it.

He turned again and his dick hit me in the forehead. I took it in hand and wrapped my tongue around the spongy purple hood.

He said, "Oh jeesh! Oh, man! Yeah! That feels so good."

I was trying to put my tongue in his piss slit but it didn't fit. I stroked him several times looking up into his eyes.

"I really appreciate you helping me move. After you graduate in May, you'll have to come out to visit," I said.

He was moaning but said he would for sure. I began sucking more aggressively. Mouth fucking him. Humming on his dick. He had his hands on my head and my hands were on his hips and on his scrotum. I pushed him as far into my mouth as I could get him. The head of his dick hit my throat and I began swallowing. He entered my throat. I began breathing through my nose. He began moaning louder.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he yelled. He was pulling my hair hard and his hips began jerking. I pulled off of him for a moment while stroking him. I took a big breath and shoved him back in my throat, as his cock swelled and released stream after stream after stream of thick baby juice straight into my stomach. I began pulling him out of my mouth and he came again in my mouth. I swallowed, sucking him dry, and then licked him clean. He was spent.

We stood there holding each other til he had his bearings again. His arms were wrapped around me and he rested his head on my chest.

I had to pee, so I tried to let go of him, but he held on.

"I have to pee," I said.

"Go ahead," he said.

"You mean here? It'll get on you?" I asked.

"I don't care, it'll wash off. It's only pee," he said looking up at me.

With that, I released my bladder and peed all over my best friend's legs. He didn't seem terribly concerned about it.

A few minutes later, he let me go and began scrubbing me down. He moved all over me pretty quickly, telling me to raise my arms or move a leg or whatever so he could complete his task.

While he was down on his knees he took me in his mouth and began to give me a blow job. As much as I wanted one, we didn't have time. It was already past midnight, and we'd be driving all night. I stopped him and pulled him up. I explained why I stopped him so he understood we had to go. I stepped out, took a towel, and began drying off. He followed and I dried him off too. He took the towel and finished drying me off.

I asked him, "Could you taste it?"

"What," he replied.

"The pee," I said.

"Yea, a little bit. But it's no big deal. It's not like I drank a glass of it." He replied, "Besides you can't tell me you haven't tasted your own pee just to see what it's like. "

"Ok. Good point, " I said.

We continued on with our banter for a few minutes until we had dried off and stepped into the soon-to-be bedroom. Soon to be, because it didn't have a bed yet.

I wasn't going to be back for a week so I made sure to hang up all the wet laundry. I told him I wasn't wearing my sweaty underwear home so I just put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I had pulled a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt out for him too. They were a bit big but they were clean. He decided to go commando too. Freeballing as it were.

We gathered up what we were taking with us, mostly Steve's dirty clothes, and headed out. As I turned to look in the apartment before locking the door, I noticed he had left his dirty underwear on the arm of my couch. I just chuckled, locked the door, and descended the stairs.

It was a cold January night. We went to a gas station to fill up and grab his caffeine sodas for the ride. We drove for about an hour and I was getting tired. Because it was a corporate rental he couldn't drive. So I pulled into a roadside park. I needed to wake up. I pulled into a deserted part and parked.

We sat there for a minute. I began taking my clothes off. He looked at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I continued to undress.

"I'm going to take a walk," I replied,

"Naked?"

"What better way at 3 in the morning? Wanna join me?" I asked

"You're kidding me, right?" He asked as I sat there, naked. I had scooted over into the center seat next to him so I didn't have to wrestle with the steering wheel.

"No, well, you can come or stay here, but I've got to wake up," I answered.

"We've done some crazy things in our time, but this ranks right up there!" He said as he began discarding clothes to join me.

When he was naked too, I told him to get out. I noticed his hard-on.

"Nuh-uh, you go first," he said, shaking his head. I had parked the truck against the curb on his side. So instead of crawling out the driver's door, I began crawling over him. I popped the door, climbing down and out into the cold darkness.

"This is nuts!" He said as he stepped out of the truck and shut the door. "Now what do we do?"

"Take a walk and hope we don't run into anyone, and that no one else pulls into the rest area," I replied. I walked naked often back at home at night. Not to show off, just because I enjoyed the feeling of being naked outside, barefoot, connecting to the ground. This is something I have been doing for years.

End of part 1