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A Tribute to a Best Friend, Who Was More Than Just a Friend

... of his office. Dale and I, Part III For the next couple of weeks I took it easy and let my ass heal up. I would go over to Dale's house and we would work on his train set or his go-cart or his mini bike. We enjoyed each others company in a more platonic way, though there was those moments where we would talk about girls and having sex with them when we got older, get hot and bothered, and jack each other off. By the time the second week rolled around we had all of his toys up and running. He called me over to the house one morning really excited. I asked, ”Dale, whats going on?” “I have a great surprise for you and for me as well.” Dale replied. “Well what is it” I asked. You remember those doors off the pool area at the “Y”? “Yes”, I answered quizzically. Well, I looked into what they were and they are little private suites that you can rent by the day, week or month. “What are these suites?” I asked. “They have a shower, a toilet and a rest table, it is for guys who would rather shower and change privately.” responded Dale. What does that have to do with us? Well, we can rent a mini-suite for the rest of the summer for $20.00. I pay ten and you pay ten, this also gets us full use of the facilities days and most nights. “So what does that have to do with us?” I asked again. “ Well Poindexter, it gives us a place that is private for our own fun and games, without surprises.” Dale said sarcastically. I am sold. The next day we rode our bikes over to the YMCA and signed up and ...

... paid our $20.00 and $5.00 key deposit. We were given a set of keys and the rules of use. They did not ask any questions of us, other than respect the house rules. Life was easier in those days. The next day we rode our bikes over to the “Y” and since it was “ free swim day” we took advantage of this and skinny dipped all day. I really enjoyed seeing Dale naked, I do not know exactly why, maybe it gave me hope I would be built like that one day, at least I hoped so. Other boys and men used the pool area also, we were not alone this time, but it was still fun seeing all those naked male bodies. From “no dick” types to “dicks half way down the leg” types. Dale and I would get out and scurry off to our private suite as we called it. Once inside we closed and latched the doors from the inside and no one could enter. Dale brought a book on the practice of Massage, it belonged to his mom, who was a professional masseuse. It was fully illustrated. We were both still naked at this point. He told me to lay face down on the table. He started rubbing my shoulders, and it really felt good, I do not know if it was the massaging action on the muscles or his touch that just felt really good. For someone as young as he was, he really was a quick study and had really strong hands. “Am I doing it right Mike?” asked Dale. “ I replied, “God, Yes.” At the age I was I was just grateful to have the touch of anyone, as my family was not the touchy-feely type. I was laying on the table face down and ...