Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 00:13:01 -0600
From: hotterthanu@hotmail.com
Subject: The Revelation

This is my first time so if I get vague or longwinded, bare with me.

This story is about my first gay experience.  I was visiting a friend
during the summer, which I had been doing for about 6 years now.  At least
I thought he was only my friend.  He obviously had something else on his
mind.  But I get ahead of myself.  Like I said, I was visiting him for the
summer.  Let's call him John.  John was a very handsome boy, well liked by
girls as well as guys.  He was chiseled to perfection, with a six pack that
would make you cry.  He had high cheekbones that accentuated his beautiful
face.  He had the roundest bubble butt I had ever seen  and when he wore
tight jeans, I could hardly contain myself, or my member.  Now I am a nice
little piece of work myself, if I do say so myself.  I am 5'11, 175 lbs.  I
have a nice six pack workin and a chiseled chest.  I have a nice ass
myself, but no one's could ever compare to John's.  Anyway, I have curly
brownish-blondish hair and my cock?  Well, I don't mean to brag but it's a
cut 8.5 inches, not erect.    I realized I was gay when I was fifteen, but
had never acted upon this.  Like others, I was always more drawn to guys
than to girls and the cocks got my attention more than the clits, so I
figured.  I had never told my parents, and to this day they have no idea.
Anyway, John always had my attention.  Ever since he and his parents had
moved here though, our relationship had been weird.  Every summer I came,
he would act more and more 'friendly'.  Of course, the thought that he
might be gay had crossed my mind but I never thought it was true.  I felt I
was the only cock-craver in the world at that time.  When I had arrived at
his house, he gave a bear hug so hard and so tight that I thought I would
suffocate.  "What the fuck?" almost slipped put of my mouth but I held my
tongue.  What was that bear hug all about?  When I entered the living room
his very nice, very trusting parents greeted me with a great smile and a
hug.  His parents were very cool and understanding.  Sometimes I wish they
were my parents.  Anyway, after the greeting they announced that now that I
was here that they could go on their vacation.  "Vacation?' I inquired.
'Yea' , said John's dad.  'It's a good thing that you come around here
during the summer, Josh.  It gives Dottie and me some alone time and you
boys the house to yourselves for the summer.' 'The WHOLE summer?!?" I said.
'Yea.  You boys have fun and stay out of trouble.'  And with that, they
were gone.  'John', I joked, ' what did you do to your parents to make them
want to leave so soon?'  'Nothin' dude.  Anyway, it's good to see you man.
You look fuckin' good.  You been doin' some workout shit or somethin'?
Some Tae-Bo?' John joked as he did a few martial artsy moves .  'No way,
John', I said back.  You don't look so bad yourself.  Did your ass get
tighter? I blurted out.  Oops.  John knew I was gay, but the surprised look
on his face said he wasn't used to me talking like this.  'Your cock ain't
half bad, cum breath!' John said.  I was totally confused.  I know John is
straight.  Why is he talking like he's straight out of a boy band?  I must
have still been standing in the same spot, because John hollered from the
kitchen "Josh, we already have enough fucking weird statuettes in our damn
house, we don't need another one!  'Shut up, fuck.'  I said back.  (Fine,
me and John don't have the most developed vocabulary, sue me.)  Josh, you
want something to eat? John asked.  Yea, what do you got?   We got turkey,
ham, pastrami and grilled chicken.  Give me turkey dude, I said as I headed
toward the kitchen.  So how you been doin'? Good grades?  Cool classes?
How many times did you get laid?  I asked in one breath.  John said  'To
answer your questions...I'm doin good.....decent grades...decent
classes...and I haven't fucked any girls on six months.  What the hell?
The infamous John Hansen hasn't been fuckin'? I thought  'Dude, you caught
a dirty, didn't you?'   'No way, man.  I'm too careful for that.  I said I
haven't been fucking girls, dude.'  'John, there ain't nothing wrong with
flyin solo.  Sometimes stroking your own damn cock is better than some
bitch ass whore.'  'Dammit, Josh.  You don't catch on very quickly, do you?
I'm a friggin queer!  I fuck ass and suck dick and enjoy every fucking
minute of it, OK?' he blurted with seemingly mixed emotions of anger,
pleasure, guilt and embarassment.  John, there ain't a thing wrong with
that.  We're in the same fucking boat, asswipe.  We're both gay.  That's
great!  That means that we can.......my voice trailed off as my member rose
30 degrees away from me.   Dude, I forgot that you told me that you were
gay. said John.   This is fucking great!  We can........uhh..never mind.
You said you wanted ham, right?  he said..changing the subject right away.
Yea, ham. (even though I could have sworn I said turkey).  When he finished
fixing our sandwiches, he turned the tv on and turned to some show, and did
it all in a complete daze.  We sat there in silence..each quietly munching
their sandwiches..thinking.


Part 2

That night, I asked John if would be sleeping in my usual spot.  No, he
answered quickly.  Sorry but you have to sleep with me.....I mean sleep in
my bed with me because the room you usually sleep in is a storage room now.
So, we're bunking tonight I guess.  No prob, dude. I said reassuringly.
But if you start jackin off, I swear to God........  Yeah, yeah, yeah I got
a little more control that, twink mouth...said John.  So both guys hopped
into bed. John slept in nothing but a t-shirt and some tighty-whities and I
in my silk boxers.  We said good night and soon I dozed off to sleep.  I
usually wake up in the middle of the night to wizz and this night was no
exception.  As I headed to the bathroom, I looked back at my snoozing buddy
and noticed his hands were nowhere to be found.  Hmmmm...I would have to
explore on my way back from my nightly piss.  I finished peeing washed my
hands and headed back to the bed.  I still couldn't see his hands.  But his
right was moving slowly but with a rhythm.  Could it be?  I asked my self.
As I inched closer, I noticed a pleasurable look on his face.  That only
meant one thing.  Omigosh!  I thought.  He's fucking masturbating.  My tool
stood at attention at the mere thought if this action.  Curiously, I inched
closer and closer, my eyes moving from his throbbing manhood to his
beautiful face.  The rhythm and pace increased and I knew it would not be
long now.  I had to get some of this.  I got until closer and closer until
finally.....Wanna join me?  broke the solemn quiet.  With my cock heading
for ninety degrees, how could I say no?  Are you sure you're Ok with this?
I asked.  Just....fine he said between moans.  We smiled at each other and
both performed a strip tease for each other.  He pulled off his tshirt with
the greatest of lust and I proceeded to help him out of his underwear.
Once he stood up, I knelt down to free his throbbing cock of its
confinement.  Pulling his underwear down, I was literally smacked in the
face by his cut 10-inch member.  the sight made my cock stiffer.  I got
cock hungry and went for what I knew.  I took his throbbing member into my
mouth and sucked the shit out of it.  Soon he put his hands on my head and
started pistoning his growing cock into my mouth.  His pace increased, so I
knew he was cuming home soon.  I didn't want him to cum yet so I got up
onto the bed and got on my hands and knees and waited for him to put every
fucking inch of his meat in me.  Using my spit and his own precum as lube,
he drove his dick so far into my ass I was about to cry.  But it felt so
good.  He started slowly and talked to me like I was his bitch.  I loved
it.  He said things like..you want it you fucking whore?.......is your
twink hard enough?....hunh?...you want me to go deeper, you bitch ass
queer?...you want penetration, slut?......I'm gonna fuck you raw,
shitdick...fucking raw!  I could his cock getting bigger in my tight
asshole as was mine without any assistance.  This is very rare..but
somehow...WE CAME AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!  That's right.  As I felt his
hot loads o' cum in me, I shot my load.  We both drank the other's load and
passionately kissed until we fell asleep in each other's arms.  Now we're
more than best friends.  We're life partners.  We live rather lavishly in
San Francisco and fuck every chance we get.  O fuck, it's almost time for
him to come home from work.  Hope he's not too tired.


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