Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 11:01:18 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: In the Darkness We were pretty rowdy the entire day, playing football, disregarding the temperatures by stripping half naked while we did so, tackling each other and falling onto the wet ground that still had patches of snow and ice. We ate large volumes of pizza for lunch and piled into Adrian's old convertible to go to a movie. You know the kind we were, rude, loud and causing problems in the theater. We didn't care. It was spring and we were just happy to be young and alive. After the film we went bowling, and we calmed down a bit, but were able to yell of course there and challenged some group of guys to a game which we won. We actually were able to drink the beers they bought us so we were feeling pretty proud of ourselves. We weren't legally allowed to drink but being 19 or 20 we were almost legal, so nobody gave us any crap about it. We grouped around a table in Dennys and ate hamburgers, milkshakes and french fries and then just walked around town laughing, joking, cursing and admiring girls we saw. My parents hid themselves in their room and didn't complain much despite the noise we made in the living room watching tv until very late. Finally, my dad said it was time we all calmed down and slept. So we found ourselves in my bedroom, some of us on the floor, in sleeping bags, I on my bed. And we showered, pissed and walked around in our jockey shorts or towels and slowly quieted down. A few comments, jokes about blowjobs, jacking off etc. as the lights went out. And as we all lay there, calming down, relaxing, and welcoming sleep, I heard a few unmistakable sounds. Guys were jacking their cocks. Nobody said anything but inspired by the sounds they heard more of us joined in. I took my shorts off and lay there on top of my blankets naked, my long thick erection waving in the air. I was so excited imagining being naked there with these guys, jacking off, imagining they were touching me and me touching them. When I felt a hand on my thigh and move to my cock. The bed moved under the weight of whoever was on it wiht me. Their hand moved over my stomach, chest, nipples and back to my cock. I felt back and the smooth skin was delightful, adding excitement to my already anxious to erupt state, I felt their hairy balls and long cock. I rubbed it as they rubbed mine. Their head moved to the crook of my neck and mine fit into theirs. Our breaths though hot, chilled each other's bodies, we jacked and jacked. Our legs intertwined, our spare hands felt each others backs, arms and sides. The sperm splashed between us leaving us exhausted and laying there unmoving, catching our breath. It was over much too soon. I wanted to start again and felt his softening cock, using the sperm as lubricant rubbed until it was hardening again. His finger had moved to my butthole and was poking inside and his other hand was on my cock doign what I was doing until once again we were moving our bodies against each other and enjoying the longer time it took for our bodies to spit out sperm. Again we lay there exhausted. I lightling touched his chest and nipples. He squeezed my hand and moved away leaving me there naked, wet and slightly chilled. I just pulled the blanket over me and slept. Nobody mentioned anything the next morning as we all watched my Dad make pancakes for everyone. A morning game of football catch envigorated us and we decided to go to the pool. It was heated and indoors. Stripping naked in the locker room, I looked around at my buddies wondering which one had moved to my bed the night before. Which one had shown such tenderness, such need, such desire. Dressed in shorts, speedos and other swim attiree we invaded the pool. We were the only ones there. So the lifeguard a kid we all knew from our high school days ignored our diving, horsing around and such. By the time we went back to my house, many were tired and quiet. One by one we parted until only I lay in my bedroom alone and exhausted. I pulled my penis out of my shorts and tried to remember the night before....the orgasm was nice but not the same. And I wondered how long it would take for me to find out and to relive that night, that body, those hands those fingers. I was determined to find out, I needed to relive, I needed the feeling again and in the darkness of the night before I discovered who and what I was and what I needed.