Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 22:08:25 -0400
From: Stu Rabbit <stu.rabbit.123@gmail.com>
Subject: Dan and Chris - Part 1

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Please don't read this if sexual acts between males offends you or is
illegal where you are.

 I am Dan, and this happened when I was 16 and Chris was 17. We were
working at a local grocery store together. I was 5' 9" brown hair, brown
eyes, perfectly average in every way. Not fit or fat, just average. He
wasn't. He was a little shy, dirty blonde, just an inch or so taller and a
little on the thinner side, with a perfect "fit-without-trying" body. We
hit it off as he had issues at home and I was a good listener. We quickly
became friends and I became his confidant. He needed someone to talk to and
I liked listening to him. I would catch myself staring at him and hoped no
one else noticed. He did, but he never said anything about it. I was still
very inexperienced and unsure about my sexuality. I hadn't done anything
with other guys or girls. And he had had several girlfriends, so I didn't
expect anything to happen, I just knew I wanted it to. He was in heavy
rotation for my nightly jerk-off fantasy material.

 One summer weekend, we were both off and he said that his dad was going to
be out of town and asked if I wanted to hang out. I agreed instantly. His
dad always had a large supply of beer, so I knew it would be a fun
weekend. The first night, we drank beer and stayed up almost all night
watching a marathon of The Tick. It was awesome. We finally crashed a
little before dawn. He took me to his room and said I could have his bed
and he would sleep in his dad's. As he started to take off his clothes, he
told me he just sleeps in his boxers. I nervously nodded, said that was
fine, and told him that I did too. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He
was facing away from me as he pulled his jeans off. I could see an inch or
so of his crack at the top of his perfectly round ass peeking out of his
boxers as he bent over and pulled the jeans off each leg. He stood up and
turned sideways a bit, and as he started to remove his t-shirt, I stared at
the mound in the front of his shorts. The flap was pushed slightly forward
and I could just see the side of his dick. I was instantly hard as a
rock. I couldn't move. He finished taking off his shirt and turned toward
me as he tossed it in the laundry basket by the bed. My mouth was dry and
my heart was thudding in my chest so loud, I was sure he could hear it.

 "Hey!" he said and laughed. "Earth to Dan! You just gonna sit there or are
you gonna get ready for bed? I'm gonna brush my teeth, did you bring a
toothbrush? I think we have an extra one if you need it."

 I stuttered and shook my head, licking my lips and tried swallowing a few
times. I could barely do more than grunt and nod as I fumbled with my
shirt, praying for my boner to go away. He laughed again and walked into
the attached bathroom, shaking his head. With my jeans still on to hide my
bulge, I grabbed my duffel bag and jumped up to follow him in. I dug out my
toothbrush and we brushed our teeth side by side. My hardon throbbed and I
felt an electric shock go through me each time we bumped our bare arms
against each other. I thought I would cum without having to even touch
myself. He finished first, and turned to the toilet behind us to pee. I
stared at his back in the mirror. I looked at his head with the short but
almost shaggy hair, then down his neck and perfect shoulders, then the
lines of just barely defined muscles in his back, down to the mounds of his
ass, again peeking out from his shorts as he pulled the front open to let
out his dick to pee. I could feel the precum wetting my shorts. As he
finished and shook the last drops out, I dragged my eyes away and back to
my own face in the mirror, chastising myself. He WASN'T into guys. STOP
IT. I bent down and spit and rinsed as he came back to the sink. I couldn't
help but glance over anyway, seeing the wet spot on the front of his boxers
where the last drop or two leaked out. I closed my eyes, rinsed my mouth
out some more, and splashed the cold water on my face before standing back
upright. He washed his hands as I dried my face. I went back into his room
and threw my bag on the floor next to the dresser. He turned out the light
in the bathroom and said goodnight as he walked past me out the door. I
said goodnight back.

 I waited a few seconds then got up and took off my pants. As the jeans
slid down, my boner instantly popped up through the front of my boxers. I
quickly tossed my jeans towards my duffel and slid under the covers, laying
on my side in case he came back for anything. I listened for what seemed an
eternity but heard only the pounding of my heart. As the minutes passed, I
slid my hand down and took hold of my hardon. It was hot and hard and the
tip was so sensitive from rubbing inside my jeans. I rubbed the oozing
precum around the head and down the shaft. I started to slowly stroke it as
I rolled onto my back. I moved my hand slowly up and down, feeling every
bit of my circumcised 6 inches. I tried listening for him as I started
moving my hand faster. I paused to quickly pull off a sock and slide it
over my cock and then continued, stroking faster. I was so horny, I knew I
was only going to last a few seconds more. I closed my eyes, picturing him
in the bathroom again, and I felt it building, my balls pulled up into me,
my whole world focused down into my cock and then I exploded. My whole body
jerked and I moaned out load as I pumped the sock full of wave after wave
of cum. I slowed my stroking down as the waves of orgasm receded. I held my
slowly softening cock and just lay there. After a few minutes, I took my
sock off my other foot, pulled the now full sock off my dick, put it inside
the empty one and shoved them in the bottom of my bag. I went to the
bathroom to pee and when I was finally able to get it to come out, enjoyed
the hot feeling of it. I washed up and went back into the bedroom.

 My mouth was still very dry, so I went to the kitchen to get a Coke out of
the fridge before going to sleep. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that
the sky was actually getting bright enough that I didn't need to turn on a
light. I went to the fridge, grabbed a can, and chugged half of it right
there. I belched loudly, then took it with me back to my room. I hesitated
outside the bedroom door, thinking about Chris. I decided to take a
chance. I put the can down on the table inside the door and tiptoed down
the hall to his dad's room. The door was open. I listened outside the door
and could hear him breathing steadily. I peeked in slowly and could clearly
make out his outline in the bed. He was on his back, facing me with the
covers pulled up just under his belly button, one arm under his head and
the other on his smooth, defined chest. I could feel my cock stirring
again. What was it about him that had me so hot? I stood there, staring at
him, his small nose, his lips, his neck, his collar bones, his armpits with
just a sparse amount of light brown hair, his tan hairless pecs, his flat
stomach with just a hint of a six-pack. Then the sheet and my imagination
took over. I could see the bulge where his cock was, imagining what it
would be like to hold it, picturing my hand sliding down his strong almost
hairless legs and back up to cup his balls. My whole body shuddered, and I
realized I was at full erection again and leaking more into my boxers. I
went back to my room, into the bathroom, and jerked off on the toilet. It
took a little longer this time, but I just kept the image of his beautiful
sleeping body in my head the whole time. As I neared my climax, I jumped up
and turned to the toilet and stroked it, harder, faster, then exploded
again, spurting again and again into the bowl this time. I stood there
sliding my hand slowly, milking the last drops, then flushed, tucked it
back in my shorts, and went back to bed. I was asleep instantly.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up later to bright sunlight shining in the window and a weight
flopping down on top of me. It was Chris.

"Wake up, dude!! It's almost noon!"

I grunted at him, "Dude, you're crushing my ribs."

"Sorry!" he cried, laughing as he jumped off the bed. "But you gotta get
up, it's beautiful out."

"OK, OK, I'm up." I said and sat up, swinging my feet out, and tried to rub
the sleep out of my eyes.

I looked up as he left, still just in his boxers, and watched his ass as he
walked out. "Get a grip dude." I told myself. I stood up, stopped in the
bathroom to take a leak, then followed my nose to the kitchen, too hungry
to bother getting dressed if he wasn't. I could smell WAFFLES!

"Want a waffle?" he asked?

"Duh."

"Then come make it! I'm not your mom!"

"Whatever! Some host you are."

I walked over and stood next to him, and snatched the package of waffles
from him. "Leggo my eggos!" We both laughed. The toaster dinged and popped
up and he pulled them out. I quickly threw two more in the toaster and
started them.

"Sleep ok?" he asked.

"Yup, you?"

"Yep."

"Cool. What are we gonna do today, after breakfast of course?"

"After lunch at this point man. I dunno, I'm pretty much broke, but we have
plenty of food here and plenty of beer! We can hang out here or walk down
to the park or something or," he paused, "I dunno." He looked at me as he
finished speaking and sat down at the table with his plate.

I had a couple of other ideas I would have liked to throw out there, but I
quickly pushed them from my mind as I felt the twitching in my shorts
again. Those feelings were also offset with the growling in my stomach from
the smell of the waffles cooking.

"Ok, let's just see what happens." I said as, impatient and hungry, I
popped my waffles up early, put them on the plate and sat down across from
him. I quickly added butter and syrup and we ate in silence. I wolfed mine
down and hopped up to throw two more in the toaster.

"Want another?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, leaning back in his chair popping the last bite in his
mouth.

I caught myself staring at him again as he drank down his milk. I was
watching his neck and his adam's apple move as he swallowed. I was mentally
running my hands up his bicep to his shoulder and down his chest to his
belly and his very light but visible happy trail, disappearing into the top
of his boxers. I was startled by the toaster and as I came to my senses I
could feel myself blushing at the thoughts I was having. I turned away and
opened the fridge bending down, not seeing anything as I willed myself back
to reality. It took a few moments, but I grabbed a Coke and was fine when I
turned back to the counter. Then I noticed he was staring at his plate,
apparently lost in his own thoughts. I was relieved, he hadn't noticed
anything. I got the waffles, sat down again, and tossed one onto his plate.

"Thanks" he muttered.

"You OK dude?"

"Yeah, just thinking about my mom again."

"Sorry man" I said, trying to think of a way to get his mind off of
her. "Listen, let it go for today OK? This is supposed to be a fun hangout
weekend, no worries. There's nothing you can do about it right now, right?
She's several states away, and if you call her, it'll just turn into
another argument."

"Yeah, I know." He took a deep breath and looked up at me.  I could tell he
was trying to cheer up, but the smile was forced. "OK, right! Yes! Fuck
that downer shit. Let's have fun." The smile quickly became genuine and lit
up his face. I couldn't help but smile in return.

"All right then!" I cried and we high-fived across the table, laughing like
idiots.

We tossed the dishes in the sink, and headed to the living room. We plopped
down on the couch and turned on the TV, and started flipping through the
channels while we threw ideas around about what we were going to do. We
talked about going out, but once the weather channel went by, that ended
that. It was going to be 95 and humid. "Fuck that!" we said in unison,
doubling over in laughter. We flipped through the channels for an hour or
so then Chris said "BORING, let's head out. Cool?"

"Yeah, let's go." I said, shaking my head with a smile.

So, we each threw on shorts and t-shirts and when we opened the door,
started sweating immediately. It was hot. We looked at each other and
laughed again and made for the park. There weren't very many people there,
but there were a couple of other kids with a basketball, so we played a
little 2-on-2. We only played for an hour or so and had to take off our
shirts within the first 15 minutes as they were soaked through already. We
walked around the park after and stopped at the convenience store to get
some sodas and suck up the AC for a few minutes. When we went back outside,
we decided it was just too damn hot and headed back to Chris' to get cooled
off.

When we got back we realized that we stank. No showers that morning and a
stiflingly hot afternoon of basketball did not help. Chris said he would be
in and out and then would throw a frozen pizza in while I was showering. I
said OK. True to his word, he was in and out within 15 minutes. He came out
wet, with just a towel wrapped around him, low on his hips, and I could
feel myself staring at his body; his chest, the v-shape his waist made, and
the light happy trail down to the slight bulge pushing out the towel. And
then I hurried past him into the bathroom to hide the boner that was
quickly forming, again. I pulled off my shorts and boxers, wet with sweat
and now precum. I leaned against the closed door, closed my eyes, and
started jacking my now throbbing hardon. I could see his smooth, wet body
in my head, and imagined putting my hand down inside his towel, fondling
his hot teenage dick. It took me less than 2 minutes before I felt the
familiar tightening. The orgasm started in my legs and my stomach and met
in the middle in an explosion. Cum shot from my cock across the floor. I
stroked slower as the waves of ecstasy subsided. I stopped, breathing
heavy, then moved to the shower and got it going while I cleaned up the
mess on the floor with some toilet paper. I flushed it, waited for the
shower to return to normal and hopped in. I washed quickly, although
gingerly when I got to my red and still semi hard dick. I felt much better.

When I was done, I dried off and wrapped the towel Chris had left for me
around my waist and went out to the kitchen. He was standing at the counter
with a beer and was now wearing boxers. I was happy to see he wasn't
wearing anything else.

"Pizza will be done in just a minute, if you wanna throw some shorts on."
he said. I agreed, went back to my room, dried off, and threw on a pair of
boxers. When I got back out, he was cutting the pizza and had a beer out
for me too. We sat in silence for a little, eating and drinking. When we
talked, it was simple small talk about the day, and when school was gonna
start, etc. We finished up and headed to the living room to play video
games. We decided to make the games more interesting and started drinking
when we were killed, or got scored on, depending on the game. Within an
hour we were not playing very well anymore. We stopped playing and just
turned on the TV and found a couple movies to watch and kept drinking. The
next thing we knew it was dark out and we were both pretty inebriated and
decided to call it a night. We took turns in the bathroom and then both
crashed in our respective rooms.

Sometime later, I woke up to a warm wetness on my leg and a sound of
running water. Chris was standing over me with his eyes closed peeing on
me. I was shocked. I jumped up and yelled. His eyes popped open and he
jerked in surprise. He was sleep walking, andr sleep peeing, and had
thought the bed was the toilet. I got him into the bathroom where he
finished in the toilet while I changed my boxers ... again. He apologized
and said that he didn't sleep walk that much anymore and was really
sorry. He offered me his dad's bed and said he would sleep on the couch. I
told him not to worry about it, I would sleep on the couch. He insisted,
then came up with a compromise. His dad's bed was huge. We could both sleep
on it. I agreed instantly. He asked if I was sure and I reassured him that
it was fine. So we headed to his dad's room and climbed into bed. He had
kicked the blanket off and was only using the light sheet as cover. We got
in side by side and the bed was big enough so that we didn't even touch. He
fell asleep instantly. I however, couldn't.

I was now wide awake. I was in the same bed with Chris. Under a single thin
sheet. Wearing only boxers. And with just enough light coming in to see him
clearly. And to see the tent rising in front of me. I turned on my side to
face him, hiding it, just in case he woke. I couldn't stop staring at
him. My heart was pounding so hard, I felt like it must be loud enough to
wake him. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, but it kept
coming back. He turned in his sleep, facing away from me and I stared at
his neck and back. The lines of his muscles in his triceps, his shoulder,
and down to his shoulder blades. I rolled over to the other side to keep
from touching him. I closed my eyes and tried everything to get it out of
my mind. Eventually it worked as I awoke again a little while later. I was
on my back again and so was he and our arms and legs were touching.

We were sweating slightly where they met. I looked over and noticed the
sheet was now just below the waistband of his boxers and he had his far leg
out from under the sheet and up at an angle. I was instantly hard again. I
let my gaze wander from his calf, to his smooth thigh, to the edge of the
boxer leg, and then up the sheet up to his flat, toned stomach and chest,
the muscles rippling slightly as he breathed. His arms were up with his
hands under his head, giving me a perfect view of his armpit. Just a little
light brown hair surrounded by smooth, tan skin covering perfectly formed
muscles.

He moaned slightly and muttered something inaudible and I looked up to see
his eyelids twitching. He was dreaming. I couldn't resist the temptation. I
reached out and laid my hand on his stomach. I felt the stomach muscles
move and he muttered again. I held completely still. I was touching him;
this teendream. My hand was touching his warm, bare stomach just inches
from what I really wanted. I picked my hand up for a moment and gently took
the sheet in two nervous fingers and slowly moved it down to his legs. Now
the flap in his boxers was visible. I laid my hand gently down on his
boxers just above the mound of his limp teenage meat. I felt it twitch
slightly and he moaned again. I slid my hand down onto the bulge, staring
at his eyes. He moaned and I felt the bulge start to rise. His eyelids were
still moving. It must have started becoming a very good dream.

As his dick hardened, I moved my hand slowly, rubbing his dick gently
through the thin cloth while moving the flap slightly to allow it rise
unhindered. It continued growing, sliding out. And then I could see it
clearly. I watched in amazement as it continued to get larger, pulsing in
time with his heart beat. Then it fell over on top of my wrist, pointing
towards his chest; hot, hard, and soft, all at the same time. I left my
hand there for a minute, then slid it out leaving his now full 6 inches
pointing to a spot just over his head. I was amazed at it. Bigger than
mine, a little over 6 inches, cut, as perfect as the rest of him. It was
still jumping ever so slightly. I touched it and it twitched. I looked at
his face. He was still asleep. I grasped it gently and started to jack it
slowly, sliding my hand over and with the skin a little on each stroke. He
moaned some more and I heard him mumble "yeah, oh yeah" as I did so. He
moved then, shifting his far leg down and turning his head away. I quickly
let go and laid my head down, my heart and cock throbbing in lust and
terror.

After a moment, I looked back at him. His amazing dick still hard, his
breathing still regular. I wanted it so badly. I needed it. I decided to go
for it. I slid down slowly and leaned up on one elbow drinking in his
beautiful near-nakedness. I grasped the base of his dick and bent over and
took it in my mouth. I smelled the light musty aroma of teen boy. I tasted
the slight saltiness of his skin. It was warm in my mouth and I licked my
tongue around the head. He moaned again and I started to suck. I was lost
in lust. I could no longer control myself. I was gentle but firm, careful
to keep my teeth away. His hips started moving upward as I moved my head u
adn down on his dick. I felt him move and moan and tense momentarily and
then I heard him say "Oh my god. oh god. oh my god." I kept going as his
hand fell on my head and he began pushing it down in rhythm with his hips
thrusting up, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started to gag and
pulled off slightly grabbing the base of his hard dick again and stroking
it firmly as I sucked him stopping each downward motion at my hand. A
moment later, I felt his leg harden against me and saw his stomach muscles
jumping. His breathing was harder and he was moaning louder and repeating
"oh god. oh god. oh god. fuuuck." Then his hand tightened in my hair,
pushing my head down, his hips thrusting up to meet it, and thick gobs of
teen cum exploded in my mouth. I swallowed as much as possible, trying not
to gag, still pumping my head and hand in unison with his hips as he cried
out with an "Oooooh, aaaah, oooooooooh my
goooooood. ohmyfuckinggod. huuuuuhh." And then I shuddered and came. I felt
wave after wave of my hot jizz spraying into my boxers. I hadn't even
touched myself but I was coming harder than I ever had before. I almost
couldn't breathe. I slowed and stopped, trying to swallow with his
twitching dick still in my mouth. I slowly came up off of his still hard
cock with a bit of a slurp and then I sat up, turning away from him and put
my feet on the floor, wiping the remnants of his cum and my saliva off of
my mouth and face.

He sadi nothing for a minute, just breathing heavy. Then, "Wow." he said
behind me. "Uuuh ... that was ... have you done that before?"

I shook my head. I was terrified. I couldn't speak. What had I done? What
was going to happen now?

"Sorry." I said as I got up and quickly went to the bathroom, closing the
door behind me. I locked it and went to the sink. I couldn't even look at
myself in the mirror. I took off my boxers and grabbed a washcloth and
cleaned myself off. I waited a good 10 minutes, listening for Chris. When I
didn't hear anything, I opened the door to get yet another change of
underwear. I froze, naked, scared, holding my boxers in front of me. He was
sitting on the bed, next to the spot where he had peed on me just an hour
or two earlier. But what seemed like a lifetime ago.


END PART 1.

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