Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2004 11:16:38 +0100 (BST)
From: bi curious <bicuriouswarwick@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rowing friends get intimate

Rowing is something that I had done all my life. Being
a little over 1.95m and weighing 95kg, I am the
perfect size to be a good rower. Years spent in gyms
on rowing machines and weight training has given me a
good body -- toned, without being overly muscled, and
pretty fit. Without wanting to sound conceited, I have
never had much trouble pulling girls and have had a
pretty good sex life.

I was relocated about 12 months ago because of my job
and joined the local rowing club -- a smaller
provincial club in NW England. Its often difficult
getting into a crew in these sort of clubs, since
people often row with their friends at set times
during the week and aren't that bothered about helping
you out. Sure enough with this club, I spent some time
subbing into boats when other people were away and
going out on my own in single sculls.

After about 2 months of this I was getting pretty
pissed off; I hadn't been in a steady crew and
although I spent extra time in the gym I longed to be
racing competitively.  My girlfriend shared my
frustration; she could see that it was starting to
pull me down. A piece of luck came my way in the form
of a guy called Dave who came back from a 12-month
stint lecturing at a University in Australia. We were
physiologically a great match -- similar in height,
weight and build, we pulled almost identical splits on
the ergo's (rowing machines). Whereas I had dark hair
and was fairly pale skinned, Dave was blond and tanned
from 12 months in Australia.

We decided to row together and slotted into a `coxless
pair', the technical name for a 2-man boat. Through
late Autumn last year we trained relentlessly together
and were often out on the river until sunset. Sitting
in the bow seat of the boat, I spent hour after hour
watching Dave's body as we rowed up and down our local
stretch. Getting a boat to move smoothly requires two
athletes working in total harmony and I spent hours
watching Dave. He had a great body, a fact that didn't
go unnoticed by the women of the club. The tight lycra
one-piece rowing suits we trained in accentuated our
bodies, showing muscles off to their best. As I said,
up until this point in time I had been totally hetro,
so although I admired Dave's body, I didn't lust after
him. I knew that Dave had a girlfriend back in
Australia who was planning to join him as soon as she
could, so I was confident that he didn't lust after me
either.

Our water-based training sessions were often followed
by an hour or so in the gym pushing weights and on the
ergos. Dave and I were often the only ones in the gym
at this point in time- the other rowers being in the
clubhouse supping beers. The gym was pretty sparse and
the small changing area consisted of old benches and
an open square of about 6 showerheads.

Dave and I would often carry on conversations whilst
showering together since in the boat we had little
time for chat. At this point I noticed how sweet his
body was -- almost hairless the water made the blonde
pubes translucent showing off his balls and cock to a
tee. His back muscles were greatly defined and his bum
looked great as he soaped it, cleaning away the sweat.


On a couple of occasions I am sure that Dave noticed
that I watched him a little too intently in the
showers. I was sure, however, that he watched me too,
peeping at me out of the corner of his eyes. I felt a
little aroused at the thought of him eyeing me up, and
although this carried on for a few weeks neither of us
did anything about it. Things moved on a little one
day when I was feeling particularly horny (my
girlfriend was overseas for 3 weeks with work) and
again noticed Dave watching me. My arousal at his
glances translated into a slight stirring in my loins;
looking down I realised that I was sporting something
of a semi and had to dash out the showers into the
safety of my towel to stop Dave noticing.

When I got home I thought about what had been
happening -- me watching Dave watching me. Again I got
hard but this time, in the comfort of my own home, and
with my girlfriend away, I took myself in hand as I
thought about it.

Next session, a similar thing happened -- Dave made a
comment about one of the club's coxes -- an absolute
peach of a girl, and how he would like to slip her
one. I again became semi-hard and had to dash off to
the safety of my towel, but as I looked back I noticed
that Dave was sporting the beginnings of an erection
too. He noticed me watching him but as I looked up at
his face, he just closed his eyes and carried on
shampooing his hair.

Did I dream it or were we both getting aroused in each
others company... I didn't like to think too hard about
it, but instead headed to the bar where we had a
couple of pints.

Things started to get out of hand at our next session.
My girlfriend was due back the next day. At work I had
spent the day thinking about what had been unfolding
over the last 3 weeks. I also realised that my
girlfriend would be back the next day, and that if
anything was going to happen, then it would be
tonight. Shit! I was thinking about having sex with
another man...

Our water training finished as usual and afterwards,
in an act of bravado, I challenged Dave to a rowing
test -- 2000m flat out on the ergo. Hated by rowers,
the 2km test is the hardest thing I have ever done in
my whole life. To my surprise he agreed, stating that
he would beat me convincingly so trapped by our egos
knew we both knew we had to follow through with the
challenge. We went head-to-head on adjacent machines,
pulling at a furious rate, holding on in agony as each
stroke was taken. My time of 6min 24secs was just 0.2
sec faster than Dave's and although I beat him, I paid
the price; getting off the ergo and throwing up out of
the gym door. I felt queasy so made my excuses and
left, not bothering to change or shower before
scuttling off home in the car.

I collapsed on the sofa, wandering what might have
been if I hadn't made such a daft challenge when the
doorbell rang. Dave came in saying that he wanted to
make sure I was OK. I had answered the door wearing my
lycra one-piece rolled down to my waist. Although we
had both seen each other like this on many occasions
before, it felt somehow strange in a domestic setting.
We guzzled water and made small talk for the next half
hour or so before Dave suggested that we get some food
organised. I got busy in the kitchen whilst Dave
wandered through to the bathroom (my terraced house
has a bathroom at the back past the kitchen) for a
shower.

The pasta was boiling nicely when Dave's head appeared
at the door, looking for a towel. I dashed upstairs to
find one and came down to see Dave naked in the
kitchen turning the cooker down. Again although I had
seen Dave naked many times before in this domestic
setting, there was some tension in the air. Dave
looked tense too and I noticed as I tossed him his
towel that he was again semi-hard.

I tried to pass it off, but as I stirred in the tomato
sauce I realised that my heart was pumping really
hard. My head swam as I thought about what I had just
seen and I felt a real burning in my body. I hadn't
felt like that since I lost my virginity to a French
girl some 15 years previously. I knew that my
curiosity was getting the better of me. I looked down
to see an almost full-blown erection sitting under my
lycra and decided I had to act. It was a risk; if I
had mis-read Dave's signals then I faced losing my
rowing partner and friend and would almost certainly
end up leaving the club. Against that, I had this
vision of Dave just a couple of metres away from me
towelling himself down.

My hands shook, but I walked into the bathroom as
casually as I could, slipping off my lycra and
stepping into the shower. I hardly dared look at Dave
and just said that I needed to shower too.

I started soaping and looked up. Dave was looking at
me through the glass door of the shower cubicle. By
this stage any pretence at being cool hetro friends
faded without trace. He stood there unashamedly with a
full on erection. I stared back, my cock also pointing
skywards. At this point we really weren't sure what to
do. We were separated by just a sheet of glass, our
toned bodies damp with shower water and full of
expectation.

Dave continued drying himself, rubbing the towel into
every corner and crack of his body. He slipped a pair
of white hipster pants on -- ones I had admired on him
before and popped back into the kitchen. At this point
my erection subsided; I figured that was the end of it
and although still feeling hot was quite relieved. I
looked down and starting playing with myself, letting
squeezing the pre-cum out of my cock and letting the
spray titillate my foreskin. It felt good and I
started to really play hard, fisting my cock for all I
was worth. My soapy body felt good, and with my spare
hand I reached down between my balls and starting
playing with my crack. I have done this before, and
love the feeling of my anus being bunted with a
finger. I had a girlfriend who was into rimming and
could get me close to coming just by licking me around
there and probing me with her fingers.

I snapped out of my fantasy, knowing that I had a
guest to entertain who might this moment be leaving. I
towelled myself vigorously, hoping the firmness of my
rubbing would ease my cock. Wrapping myself up, I head
to the bedroom to find some clothes, figuring that
Dave must have found the lounge. Stepping into the
bedroom, I was confronted by Dave helping himself to
my hair wax whilst sitting at my girlfriends vanity
table. I pushed the towel away and found some pants to
slip on. Dave, who had been watching me in the mirror
turned as the towel fell.

`You have a great body Mat', he said

Pulling my pants up I answered, `Thanks, so do you.'
Again my pulse raced and I felt the heat of my
erection rise in my pants. Dave slipped off the chair
and lay on the bed, arms behind his back and smiling
sheepishly. I went to the window and pulled the
curtains; the semidarkness somehow making things less
real. I sat on the bed before turning round and laying
beside Dave.

`So here we are', I said, `2 hetro guys home, alone,
lying semi naked on my bed -- and we can't even say
that we are pissed'.

`I know', said Dave. There was a long pause then he
turned over to look at me,

`You know what, you have a great body, Mat'. The way
he repeated himself sounded silly, but as he said it
his hand brushed up my leg. It felt electric and my
stomach cramped as he did it. His hand moved rather
awkwardly away but I caught it and moved it back
towards my knee.
Dave giggled, closed the bedroom door, extinguishing
the remainder of the light, slipped off his pants and
hopped under the duvet. I followed, easing my pants
over my hard, hard cock before getting into bed. This
time, I lay down right beside Dave so the length of
our bodies were touching.

We were turned towards each other and our cocks
touched lightly. We made some small talk about what we
thought about each other. How we had both, at around
the same time had started to feel aroused in each
others company. How he didn't know what to do about
it. How I didn't want to upset our friendship. We
laughed a lot but both came to the conclusion that
becoming overtly gay and starting a relationship would
just ruin everything.

`Particularly', I said, `because my girlfriend arrives
home tomorrow'. Dave told me his girlfriend was moving
to England from Australia in a weeks time so at that
point we made a pact `For one night only, no regrets,
no telling tales...'

At this point, things became crazed. I reached down
and starting playing with Dave's cock. He did the same
to me. I played with him in the same way I played with
myself, wrapping my hand right around his shaft and
tugging quite hard. The thrill of doing what I had
thought about for 3 weeks started to build for me.
Here I was getting jerked off by a hottie. My first
ever gay experience. It became very intense, and I
thought that if I didn't slow things down I would just
shoot everywhere. I threw back the duvet and pulled
away from Dave, easing my mouth towards his cock.

He got the message and laid back. I gave long licks up
his thighs, all the time with a hand massaging his
balls. His cock twitched furiously -- clearly in
desperate need of attention. I teased, working slowly
up one thigh with my tongue before staring on the
other one. He knew I was teasing and starting pulling
my head playfully towards his shaft. I wouldn't let
him so instead he wriggled round so that he could
start to work on my body. I straddled his face,
arching my back and keeping my legs wide so he could
move freely. He wasted no time, wetting his fingers
before working on my bum. At the same time he got to
work on my cock, slipping the whole length of it into
his mouth. This started to push me over the edge so I
followed, grabbing his bell-end with my mouth and
licking furiously.

It was so deliciously dirty I couldn't help myself. I
pushed back against his fingers and moaned like a
whore. He continued mercilessly, building to an almost
demented rhythm.

I maintained a rhythm with his cock, my virgin mouth
encasing him in rich saliva. I eased his cock out so I
could look down and see him work. For the first time
in my life I saw the beautiful sight of a man working
on my cock. My slippery crack full of his fingers, the
other hand working my shaft and his lips encasing my
tool. At this point I lost it completely. I knew I was
seconds from coming, but hadn't realised that my lover
was too. At that moment his fat cock exploded. I am
used to shooting loads but fuck, I wasn't prepared for
this. Jet after jet of hot spunk ejected over my eyes,
nose, lips, chin, neck, ears, just about everywhere. I
managed to grab his cock with my mouth just as the 4th
spurt exploded from his cock and caught the rest of
his almighty load in my mouth.

At the same time I realised I was coming too, and
thrust myself hard against Dave's mouth. He was
starting to gag a little as I came and pushed my cock
out of his mouth just a little. My come splattered
over him in quite the same way as he just done so over
my face. I clenched his fingers -- I have know idea how
many -- with my bum as I shot over him.

We reverted back to lying side by side and looked at
each other. We must have looked quite a sight, but in
the semidarkness Dave was difficult to make out. I ran
my hand though his matted hair and started licking his
face with my tongue. He followed and slowly we licked
each other clean of spunk. Up until then, the only
spunk I had tasted was my own and to be honest I
didn't like it. However here, mixed in with Dave's
spunk and musty odour it tasted great. Something I had
never thought about, even when fantasizing about Dave
after seeing him in the shower, was kissing. However
as we licked around each others faces our tongues met
and we started a french kiss. It felt so natural, so
beautiful I was stunned. It was not tender, like when
I kiss my girlfriend, but more passionate. Dave kissed
back hard, and within a short space of time our cocks
were pressing against each other again.

I knew then that it was going to be a long night.

If you want to know what happens next, let me know by
emailing me at; bicuriouswarwick@yahoo.co.uk