Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 20:25:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Allan Jerison
Subject: Religious Friend

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Religious Friend
By: Allan Jerison


  Ten years ago, I had met a friend through my wife that I got along with
very well.  I was still pretending back then that I was not gay, and that I
was not attracted to men.  But the truth is that I was strongly attracted
to Tony.
  Tony was shorter than me, about 5'10", 165 pounds, muscular and trim.  He
had the typical Italian dark hair, eyes, and skin coloring.  He always
looked hot, and was a very affectionate person.  He liked to touch.  I
liked to let him.  I wanted him to touch more, but I never tried anything
with him.
  After my wife and I divorced, he was one of the friends that took my
side.  However, since he lived 100 miles away, I did not get to see him
very often.  He came up two or three times a year for a day or two's visit.
I tried to get down to see him once or twice as occasion allowed.
  I had always wondered why he never dated or married.  He was very good
looking, and had a fun personality, was kind and loving to everyone - what
woman would not want to date him?  He was 4 years older than I was, as
well.  The only reason I did not think he was gay was because he was very
religious.  He talked about the Bible and Jesus all the time, and was
always praying.  To each his own.  I was religious, myself, to some extent,
and I could talk about religious topics with him intelligently.

  Time went on, and he came up to visit over New Year's - getting to my
place on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, and staying until the afternoon
of the 3rd.  My kids were visiting with me that weekend also, and we all
had fun playing together.  We played several games, we tumbled around on
the floor, and everyone had a good time.  Tony and I drank quite a bit
after the kids went to bed that first night, and I tried probing to see if
there was any possibility of getting something on with him.  Why not, since
we were both getting toasted?  I figured if I offended him, then I could
always blame it on the booze and get away with it.
  After general chit chat and talking about some old times, I asked him
about his girlfriend situation.  He said that he had thought about dating a
girl or two that he knew, but that he just never thought they would fit the
bill.  I told him that I thought women were psycho anyway.  He agreed
immediately.  I jokingly told him that I sometimes thought gay men were
really the ones who were doing it right - they both had the sex drive of a
man, they both thought alike, neither one was psycho, and if you found
someone the same size as you there was an automatic doubling of your
wardrobe.  He laughed, but said nothing more about it.  I lost my nerve and
decided not to push things.
  When midnight struck, he came over to me for the obligatory hug.  Rather
than hugging with one arm over the shoulder - as manly, straight men are
supposed to by unspoken etiquette - I decided to give him a hug a little
more intimately.  While his arms went up and around my neck, I hugged
around the middle of his back.  I pulled him close and made sure to rub his
crotch with my own.  I was immediately aroused.  He said nothing, just
smiled and then went outside to yell his greetings in the street.
  As he got ready for bed, I brought him fresh towels and told him that he
was welcome to shower in the kid's bathroom if he wanted, but that I
recommended he use my bathroom instead.  Sometimes he got up before me and
took a shower, and I was hoping that this weekend would not be any
different.  I had planned on sleeping naked, then getting up for a piss
while he was showering.  Hey, if nothing else, I would get a good look at
his naked body and he would get a look at mine.  He chatted about more
things, and I got a little more bold.  I took off my shirt right there in
front of him, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my 501's - all while he was
still looking at me and talking to me.  I pretended there was nothing
strange about this, and rubbed my arms, my chest, and even slipped a hand
into my shorts to scratch my balls while we talked.  It had the desired
effect - he looked me over well, including the crotch.  But he made no
moves himself, and soon was saying his goodnights.  I left his room and
walked into my own - right across the hall - hoping he might follow.  As
soon as I was in my room, I dropped my pants and striped out of my skivies.
But when I turned around, he had shut his bedroom door.  Damn.
  As fate would have it, I woke up first the next morning.  The kids woke
up next, and he took his shower while I was getting the kids dressed.  I
figured there was no hope of a sexual encounter with him, and decided it
was best not to ruin a good friendship by trying to force myself on him.
Nevertheless, when I took my shower later on, I left my bedroom door and
bathroom door open as an invitation.  I then did as much getting ready as I
could fully naked - shaving, brushing the teeth, combing the hair, trimming
the nails - in the hopes that he might walk in asking for something.  It
did not happen.
  The next day nothing happened, either.  But I did notice that this time
he left the bedroom door open while he showered as well.  I tried
"accidentally" walking in on him, but the bathroom door was securely closed
while he showered.  Bummer.  I resigned myself to the fact that there would
be no loving on Tony.  Even though I often dreamed of licking his hard
cock, kissing his strong lips, running my fingers through his dark chest
hair, sucking his cum off his six-pack abs, and fucking his tight hole with
my own generous cock; I figured none of my fantasies would come true with
this Adonis.  That evening was to be a big surprise to me.

  After the kids went to bed that night, we played some dominoes in the
kitchen.
  "Hey, bud, I have a question." he asked.
  "Shoot", I replied.
  "How do you shave in your shower without a mirror and not get all cut
up?" he asked.  Apparently, he had seen my razor in the shower and assumed
it was my face I shaved in there.
  "I shave my face in the bathroom sink using the big mirror.  What I shave
in the shower I don't need a mirror for," I answered, being a little
mysterious.
  He looked at me quizically, unsure whether or not to ask what it was I
did shave in there.  I obviously did not shave my chest or legs.  I looked
up and met his gaze, and he decided to ask it after all, "Then what do you
shave in there?"
  "I shave my cock and balls." I said, matter-of-factly.
  He flinched.  I don't know if it was because I had said the word "cock",
or because my shaving it was a revelation to him.  But I felt I was just
answering a question honestly.  Why did I need to hide that from him?  He
brought it up, after all.
  "No way?  Why?" he finally replied.
  "Because I think it looks a lot more appealing, I like the feel of it
shaved, and it is more sensitive without the hair," I answered.  He looked
horrified, so I decided to throw in another little known fact, "And lots of
women seem to like them that way nowadays."  I had dated 2 women that had
gone crazy for it when they had given me a blow-job.  And I knew other guys
who did the same thing for the same reason.  So I wasn't lying to him.
  There was an awkward silence, and he was still trying to picture it in
his mind, I could tell, but having difficulty with it.  I decided to get a
little more bold.  "Do you want to see what it looks like?"
  He replied quicker than he meant to, I think, saying, "Sure, if you don't
mind."
  "I don't have anything you don't have," I said.  With that, we got up and
went into my bedroom.
  Once we were there, I took off my jeans and shirt, then dropped my shorts
and stepped out of them.  I figured if he questioned why I took everything
off, I would just tell him that I wanted him to get the full picture.  He
never asked, he just stared at my cock, which was starting to swell.
  My shaft and my balls were totally bare.  The pubes above my member I did
not shave, but kept closely trimmed - about 1/4 inch long.  I thought it
looked very appealing.  Tony could not keep his eyes off it.  He never said
a word about my having shed all my clothes, and finally spoke up, "What did
you mean when you said you like the feel of it?"
  "Come feel it and see for yourself.  I don't care.  You won't know what I
mean, otherwise." I said.
  He hesitated for just a moment, then stepped right up next to me.  He put
his hand out, but still did not know whether or not to touch me.  Then I
said, "Feel how nice and smooth the balls are."
  He hesitated no longer, and started gently rubbing my nuts.  God, it felt
so good.  My cock kept filling with blood, and started standing up a
little.  I had to get him to touch me more.
  "Wow, that is silky smooth.  I had no idea they felt like that under the
hair." He said.
  "Yeah, see how nice they feel?  The shaft also." I said.
  It had the desired effect - he let his hand slide up and run along my
cock shaft.  I was in heaven - here was the God that I had fantasized about
for 10 years feeling me up.  I wanted it to go further, but was afraid to
make another move without his approval.  I knew that I would get fully
erect in just a moment if I did nothing more, and I did not want to scare
him off, now that I had gotten him this far down the road.  So I started
talking about him.
  "You should try it yourself.  Lots of guys like keeping them this way." I
said.
  "Really?  How long have you done this?" he asked.
  "For about 4 years," I answered, truthfully.  "I started back when I got
my vasectomy.  The ex loved it, so I kept it that way for her.  Then I
found that I just could not go back to hair.  I love it this way.  And like
I said, it makes it a whole lot more sensitive."  I gave him a seductive
look, and he smiled.
  "I would not have any idea how to do it.  I'd probably slice them off
trying," he replied.
  I had to take the opening.  "Let me show you how, then.  I already know
how to do it, and I can do it for you the first time - showing you so that
you know how from now on."  I hoped I did not sound too enthusiastic about
the offer.
  "I don't know..." he said, shaking his head.
  "Oh, man, you gotta know how great this feels for yourself.  As silky
smooth as they feel to you touching mine, they don't compare to how
fantastic they feel from the other side.  You had to notice that it was
turning me on when you were feeling mine," I said, "and that's because it
feels so fantastic."
  He still hesitated, but was not turning me down cold.
  Finally, I said, "Look, the great thing about it is that if you don't
like it shaved, the hair will all grow right back.  You have nothing to
loose.  Don't you think it looks nice without all that shaggy hair on it?"
 "It does look more appealing, and those smooth balls felt great from this
end.  What the heck." He said.
  I didn't waste any more time.  I led him into the bathroom and told him
to take off his clothes.
  "Everything?" he asked.
  "Yeah," I said, "because you don't want to get all the hair in your other
clothes.  And I don't want you to have your shirt dangling down so that you
can't see how to do this yourself."
  "OK," he resigned.  He took everything off.  He looked so hot, naked in
my bathroom - me naked right in front of him.  I was glad I was going to be
kneeling down, because the hard on was already coming up.  I quickly
grabbed my scissors and beard trimmer and kneeled down.
   He seemed really nervous at the sight of the scissors.  I explained to
him, "The first time you shave, the hair has to be trimmed as closely as
possible to the skin.  Otherwise, the razor will just brush across the top
of the hair and do nothing.  Once it is closely trimmed, we will finish
with the razor.
  God, it was so hot, kneeling down there with his cock right in front of
my face.  It took all my will power not to grab it and start sucking.  But
a plan had formed in my mind, so I put off the thoughts of his hot bod for
a moment and started trimming his hair.  I cut off large patches of his 38
year old growth, getting closer and closer to his prize cock as I went.
Even the skin on his balls was dark, I was so jealous.  I took plenty of
time to trim the hair, using every opportunity to rub and caress him as I
did.  I played with his balls, gently rubbed his cock as I moved it this
way and that way, I even gently brushed his pereneum area with my
fingertips as much as I could.  Every time I took a more bold move, I would
look up at his face.  He was obviously loving it.  I knew that there would
be some fun once we had finished baring his balls.
  Once I had the hair down to about 1/2 inch, I started with the trimmers.
I got his balls shaved as close as I could, and ran it over his shaft as
well.  Then I asked him, "Do you want me to trim your pubes like mine are?"
  His head was rolled back, looking at the ceiling, though his eyes were
obviously closed.  He seemed to really be enjoying this, and his cock was
thickening up as well.  He said, "Yeah, bud, do anything you want."
  I later found out that he desperately wanted me to suck his member for
him, and that was his way of asking me to.  But at the time, I just
snickered about the comment, and then continued trimming.  I trimmed
everything below his belly button to the same length I kept it - about 1/4
inch.  God, how nice it all looked.  His 7 inch cock was now really hard,
and starting to stand up.  I think it embarrassed him a little.  He looked
down at me and said nervously, "Sorry about that, man, I..."  He did not
know how to explain it.
  I said, "Hey, you'd have to not have any sex drive at all if you didn't
get hard during this.  Here I am feeling your cock, moving it this way and
that.  You'd have to be dead not to get a stiffy."  He still looked nervous
about it, so I stood up, revealing my own raging hard-on, and said, "See,
I've got a raging hard on myself just doing it to you.  It doesn't bother
me.  Actually, it will make this last step much easier to have it hard."
  He finally seemed to relax, and as he did, his cock swelled impossibly
bigger.  My razor and soap were on the counter behind him.  I said, "I just
have to get my razor here..." and then stepped right against him.  It felt
damn good to be rubbing my cock against his hard on, while reaching behind
him for the razor.  I was sure to take my time, and enjoy the feeling.  He
did not seem to mind, and started breathing a little harder.  Finally, I
smiled at him and said, "Sorry."
  He smiled back and said, "I can see what you mean about it being more
sensitive.  I could already feel how sensitive it is when you rubbed
against me."
  "If you think it is sensitive now, just wait.  Once you are done, I'll
show you how sensitive it really will be."  I intended to show him in more
ways than one.
  He was finally revealing more of himself as he said, "I'm gonna stick you
to that.  I can't wait."
  With that, I knew I was going to get him that night.
  Once again, I took my time rubbing his cock and balls with some liquid
soap.  I was loving the chance to feel him up.  He was loving the sexual
massage, and throbbing by then.  I explained more about what I was doing as
I shaved his scrotum and shaft completely.  I even shaved up into his crack
a bit, and he said nothing about it.  He just spread his legs wider to let
me in.  I was sure to massage his anus with my finger, and he actually
moaned when I did.
  Finally, the shaving was done, and I stood up.  I again pressed against
him as I reached past to wet a washcloth in the sink.  We were both so hard
by then that I thought my cock might split in two.  This time, he put his
arms around my back and held me to his chest a bit, and sighed.  As I slid
back to my knees, I couldn't help myself, and licked his tit.
  As I wiped off the soap from his cock and balls with the warm washcloth,
he started moaning some more.  He said, "My God, that feels so good."
  I could wait no longer.  I dropped the washcloth, and started licking his
cock.  He moaned louder and said, "Yes!  Oh, God! Yes!"  He ran his fingers
through the hair on the back of my head as I started sucking harder and
longer on his throbbing man meat.  I dropped down and started licking his
now silky smooth ball sack, and I thought he might cum just because of that
alone.  I wasn't going to let that happen.  That first load was all mine -
a reward for showing him the delights of shaving his genitals.  I had gone
10 long years wanting this man.  I had swallowed many cum loads of my own
pretending they were his.  I was going to have every drop of this next man
load to savor for myself.
   I came back up to the cock and took it all in - gagging a little as it
hit the back of my throat.  He lost all control and started to fuck my
face.  I let him.  Then when he got really close, I pulled back to the tip,
working his frenulum as hard as I could with my tongue, and started jacking
him with my hand furiously.  In less than a minute, he was screaming at the
point of no return.
  "AWWWWWWW!!!  GOOOOOOOOD!!!!  AWWWWWWWWWW!!! FUCK!!!!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!"
  He grabbed the edge of the sink hard, arched his back, and started
pumping shot after shot of hot, salty cum into my throat.
   "OHHHHHH!!!!!!  OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  OHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he cried out as he
filled me with sweet man juice.
  I got the impression that this was the first time he had gotten a real
blow job.  It was certainly the first time he had cum in someone else's
mouth - much less another man's mouth.  I swallowed every bit of what he
gave me, and kept sucking every drop out of his delicious cock long after
he stopped spurting on his own.  I milked him completely dry, then kept
massaging his balls as I stood up to look him in the eye.
  He was shaking, and quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
He whispered in my ear, "No one has ever made me feel like that.  God I've
wanted to fuck you for so long!"
  I pulled back a little and looked in his eyes.  I could see that he was
telling the truth.  I started to kiss him long and hard - not even thinking
about whether or not he would welcome it after I had swallowed his load of
sperm.  He didn't care.  I had swallowed it all anyway, but he seemed to be
trying to get it all back with his own tongue.  He kissed me more deeply
and with more feeling than I had ever been kissed by my wife in 12 years of
marriage.  It seemed to last forever.
  By now I was about ready to shoot my load all over him.  I had to cum
soon.  So we worked our way to the bed.  I did not expect him to do
anything in return.  I felt this was probably his first time with another
man.  But to my surprise, he rolled me on my back and started kissing down
my neck, then my chest.  He was doing very well, if this was his first
time.  He played with my nipples, gently biting them and pulling them a
little with his teeth.  He licked all over my abs and belly button
expertly, then went right to work on my cock.
  He knew what he was doing - for sure.  He massaged my balls with one hand
while sucking expertly on my cock.  His other hand rubbed my chest and
played with my nipples.  He then let his hand run down and started
fingering my ass hole gently.  I spread my legs to allow him in, and moaned
with pleasure.  I was very close to cumming.
  The last resistor in me broke down when he slipped a finger far into my
ass and began to massage my prostate with it.  Oh yeah, he had done this
before.  He knew exactly where to rub!  For a moment I was afraid of
cumming into his mouth without warning, so I called out, "I'VE GOTTA
CUM!!!"
  Even as I finished saying that, I started to shoot my wad.  He could not
have pulled off in time if he had needed to.  But to my surprise, he worked
all that much harder at sucking my 6 inch meat.  He massaged my balls and
milked my cock - knowing exactly how to use both of his hands while sucking
out all my milk.  I shot again and again, feeling that my orgasm was never
going to end, and knowing that it had never been as strong or as fulfilling
in my life.  I was feeding him shot after shot after shot of my hot love
juice, unable to keep from yelling in pleasure, "AWWW!!! FUCK!!! YEAH!!!!!!
FUCK!!! YEAH!!!!!  GOD!!! SUCK ME!!!!!!  OHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
  After shooting the last of me into his mouth, I collapsed shaking on the
bed, not an ounce of energy left in me.  He slowly moved up next to me,
smiling like he just got what he always wanted for Christmas.  He was more
beautiful to me then than at any other time, and I took him into my arms.
I wanted to be with him forever, and pulled him close to kiss him with all
my fire and passion.  He surprised me once again, because he still had all
my cum in his mouth, and as we kissed, it mingled among our tongues.  No
other load of mine that I had ever eaten tasted as sweet and delicious as
that load that I took from his mouth.  We passed my love cream back and
forth with our tongues for what seemed like an eternity before we both
swallowed a share of it for ourselves.  And afterward, we kept on exploring
each others mouths, perhaps hopeful for yet another taste of the intimate
love that we had just shared.
  We both passed out in each other's arms, fulfilled by each other like we
had never before been fulfilled by anyone.  But the best was still yet to
come, as I learned when I was awakened by another expert blow job, and many
more manly sexual delights with Tony, a few hours later.