Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 12:35:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Jimmy Theman Subject: Dan & John This is an absolutly true story. I wish I could live it again. Let me know what you think: jmmytheman@yahoo.com John and I had been friends since the 2nd grade. Once Grammar school was over, we lost touch since we went to different schools in our area. One night at a party when we were just out of High School, I ran into John. Now, I have always had an eye for both guys and girls. I mean, ever since early grammar school, I had been curious about boys. In my early days with John through 6th grade, I had those feelings, but not for John. He was the same age as me, but he was a late bloomer to say the least. He was very short and thin, and I just wasn't attracted to him. This night at the party would change everything. We talked all night. John had a car and I did not. We stayed up all night in his car talking about the old days and what we were doing now. I had to work really early the next morning, so John drove me to the parking lot of the place I worked and we kept on talking through the night. One thing I knew from my long night with John was, I was certainly attracted to him now! He had turned into quite the sexy young man! During the course of our conversation, I would steal a peek at his crotch and it seemed to me that it had changed for the better as well. He seemed really stacked to me. He was still thin, but he had all the right curves and bumps in all the right places now. In the months that followed that night, John and I had become close friends again, and I was almost out of my mind lusting for him. John was very possessive in a `friends' kind of way. He was always asking me if I loved him as a friend, but since I saw no signs that he was neither gay or bi, or attracted to me, I resisted. It just seemed like he was possessive in a `friends' way and that was it. I would spend my time with Trish or anyone else that wasn't as possessive. I swear, if he would have shown one tiny little sign of physical attraction to me, I would have played his game, and been his all to himself. One night we were sharing some beers at John's apartment and got really wasted. We talked all night as usual, I was now glaring at John's crotch at this point whenever I got the chance. I didn't care if he caught me, because if I lost him because of it, I didn't care. I would dress in tight pants on the nights I knew I'd see him, and spread my legs and shove my own crotch in his face too. This night though, I got the feeling that he was starting to look. Did I actually do it? Did I have his attention? I even saw his cock grow hard in his jeans! Nothing transpired that night. At least while we were awake! We both fell asleep, and while I was out, drunk as a skunk, I suddenly woke up at the foot of John's bed. I swear, to this day I thought it was an act of God. Not only was I at the foot of his bed, I had my hand under his blanket, buried in his crotch, and my cock out, hard as a rock. I didn't know what to do as I came to. Realizing where I was, and what was happening, I played right along. I must have massaged the outside of his jeans, sliding up and down the length of his hard cock for an hour or more. Gaining courage, I slid my fingers in the lip of the fly and slid his fly down with the button still closed. I gently slid my hand inside the fly and continued to work the cock up and down with nothing but a thin layer of lycra from his bikinis between my fingers and heaven. After doing this for a while, I went for the button. It was not easy since there was pressure from John's waist on the button, but then an interesting thing happened: John inhaled, bringing his waist in just enough for me to set that button free! Now I knew that he was pretending to be asleep, but I played right along. I ran my full hand from his balls, (still outside his bikinis) all the way to the elastic band at the top, where his cock was begging to be released. I put my fingers around the band and popped the head of his cock out. Wow. He was bigger than I thought he would be. All bets were off now and knowing that he was awake and allowing this, I took both of my hands, (letting go of my cock finally,) and grabbed the elastic band and slid the bikinis down slowly, pretending that I thought he was still asleep. His cock was out in all it's glory. John (like I mentioned earlier,) was a late bloomer, very boyish still, so there was some hair but very little. I liked that a lot. I wasn't much for hairy people. I took the base of his cock with my left and took the entire thing in my mouth. John gasped like nothing I'd ever heard. It was on now. I sucked him hard and good for about 20 seconds before he filled my mouth with his juice. It was my very first cock, so I didn't swallow. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. It was a bit messy, but worth it. After John came, he just looked at me, (wiping my mouth with whatever clothing I found on the floor of John's apartment,) and smiled. Well, that was enough for me. He was already hard again, (we were 17 for god's sake,) so I went back down on him. This one lasted a long while. He was just delicious. I licked every inch of his gorgeous body. This time when he came, I was ready to enjoy, and enjoy I did. These sessions went on for a while, but John never pleasured me. To this day he just is not into the male body. This was a case of him loving me so much that he let me have what I wanted. We have drifted away since, and I'm married now and living out of state. I miss him sometimes. A LOT.