Date: Thu, 03 Apr 2008 15:46:13 -0400
From: unknowncharact (at) aim (dot) com
Subject: James and Mike - Part 2 - Away Trip

The following is a true story.  Only the names have been changed.  It
includes explicit scenes of male nudity, masturbation, and oral sex.  I
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-= James and Mike - Part 2: Away Trip =-

Over the next year, James and I continued to jerk off together.  We'd find
moments where we could lock the door, get naked, and get going.  James had
become more defined from playing soccer, and despite his blonde hair -
located solely on his head and crotch - he took quite favorably to tanning
in the sun.  I did not fare as well, so my skin remained pale, in stark
contrast to my auburn hair which covered my head, chin, chest, stomach, and
so on.  I did start to bulk up, however.  I wanted James to want me, so I
thought more muscle would make me look better, but I wanted to be
irresistible.  I wanted him to want me so much that we'd go a lot further
than we had.

We didn't treat it like a sexual thing, just two guys who happened to be
wanking in the same room at the same time, but it quite obviously was.  We
always sat right next to each other, our naked thighs rubbing against each
other as we got ourselves off.  The first time we did it, I just briefly
touched the base of his 7.5" cock, and he brushed my balls ever so
slightly.  Over time, we'd be a little more adventurous with our hands -
rubbing each other's legs, brushing through pubic hair, slowly moving our
hands towards each other's dicks while the other pounded away with
increasing intensity.  But we had always been very wary of full on touching
each other's manhood.

It was only a matter of time before I couldn't resist any longer.  In one
particularly memorable session in his locked bedroom, as I stroked my 8.25"
rod, I inched my hand closer and closer to his dick.  I saw James look down
at my hand, and then close his eyes in ecstasy.  I took this to be my
chance.  Still sliding up and down my own shaft with my right hand, I
grabbed the base of his cock with my left.  The lotion, which we had long
since integrated into our game, squished between my fingers as I gripped
his rock hard shaft.  James moaned, louder than I think even he expected
and his eyes snapped open.  His eyes glued to my hand on his dick, I
started to slowly run my hand up, and then agonizingly slow back down.
We'd been at it awhile, so I knew he wouldn't last all that much longer,
but still, it surprised me when he called out plaintively, "Faster!
Please!"  I tightened my grip ever so slightly as I graciously obliged,
increasing the speed on my dick as well. Up and down, faster now, me hoping
to memorize the feel of his smooth cock under my slippery hand. It wouldn't
be long for either of us.  He squirmed in my hand, writhing in an intense
pleasure that I could only imagine.  "Oh Mike!  Oh yes!  I'm cumming!" he
shouted and thrust hard one last time, his back arching and his beautiful
cock shooting ribbon after ribbon of white creamy cum.  I followed suit, my
semen covering my auburn body hair.

We rested for a few moments, my hand still gripping his now softening cock.
He looked over at me, first with lust in his eyes, which turned quickly to
a moment of total shock.  He pulled away quickly and jumped up.  "We'd
better clean up," he said, apparently embarrassed.  Great, I thought, I
crossed the line too soon, and now this is over.

I was wrong, but I wouldn't know that until the summer.  James and I
remained best friends in the two month interim, but we didn't jack off
together.  He had always been the one to initiate it, and when he didn't
bring it up, I wasn't about to.

We were meeting some friends in Atlantic City for our annual big summer
vacation trip.  One whole week of sunbathing, wakeboarding, gambling, and
other methods of fun.  One friend always hooked up with another, but by the
end of the week, that was typically over.  This week was different, of
course.

James and I were always paired up when we chose who to room with.  Beyond
being best friends, we often hooked up with girls who were best friends, so
one stayed in our room and one of us stayed in theirs.  It was a good
system.

When we got to the hotel, they told us our room had been changed.
Apparently, the hotel was booked full, and we were shuffled off to a
different floor.  Fine by me, a room is a room, isn't it?  James and I
followed the bellboy to our new room, the whole time getting slightly
strange glances from the man.  It was much nicer than the one we usually
stayed in, but only after James entered the bedroom did we find out why.

"Um, excuse me," James called to the bellboy, "I think there's some mistake
- there's only one bed in there."

"Oh, you mean," the bellboy stammered, "I mean, you guys aren't -"

"Aren't what?" I asked.

The bellboy lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows, and said in a tone that
over emphasized the euphemism, "Together?"

"No!" I replied so rapidly that James actually looked a little
disappointed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, I thought," the bellboy stuttered, "You see, we when
we moved you, we saw that there were only two people in the room, and we
just assumed...  I'm sorry, but there aren't any other rooms available.
We're booked full."

"Fine," James muttered annoyed.  He turned to me and said, exasperated, "I
guess we'll just have to keep this one.  You can handle that, right?"
Handle sleeping next to you and not touching you?  I thought.  No.

"Sure," I said.

We set about organizing the room and unpacking our things in a tense
silence before we met everyone else in the lobby.


We returned later that night after a day of sand and partying.  James
didn't seem interested in the girls at the parties, and I always find it
hard to approach girls on my own, so it seemed we'd be together in that big
bed that night.  I can't say I wasn't excited, but I was also pretty
nervous.

"Bad luck, tonight, eh?" He asked, teasing.

"I don't see you with a girl on your arm.  Or on anywhere else for that
matter." I retorted.  He punched me in the arm.  I punched back and
unlocked the door.  As soon as we got inside, James was undressing, pulling
his T-shirt off over his head and kicking off his sandals.  His skin had
tanned in the sun, making his muscles even more defined.  I had to force
myself to stop staring.  He unbuckled his pants in a flash, while still
walking to the bedroom, and kicked off his khaki shorts.  He turned around
in the bedroom doorway while I slowly unloaded my pockets.

"Listen, about this sleeping situation," he said, clad only in those black
boxer briefs he loved to wear.  They seemed a little snugger than before,
outlining his big, soft dick and perfect balls.

"Yeah?" I asked, unbuttoning my shirt to expose my auburn chest hair and
bigger chest, hoping to be a little more alluring.

"Are you really ok with it?"  He asked.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, unbuckling my belt and mentally
making sure I didn't have a hard-on before lowering my jean shorts to the
floor.  Now standing only in my clean white boxers, I tried to control
myself enough to look at James.  He was staring.

"Well, it's just that I, uh," he said, distracted, "well, I sleep naked."

"That's new," I said.  In all the times we'd stayed in the hotel or we
slept over at each other's house, James had religiously worn his boxer
briefs.

"Yeah, no, I know.  I just started last month.  It feels real good and it's
supposed to be good for your sperm count and such."  He waited for my
response.  I thought perhaps he wanted me to join him in his nudity, but I
figured, if he didn't want to fool around, my boxers could at least
partially cover the hard-on I'd get from seeing him naked.

"Sleep how you want," I replied, sounding as aloof as I could manage. "It's
your decision."  James seemed a little disappointed.

"Oh, ok."

He turned around and stripped off his boxer briefs.  His ass was round and
tight, the kind you just want to knead in your hands.  He seemed to flex it
once or twice as he climbed under the sheet.  This was going to be a long
night, I thought, and not in the good way.

I climbed into bed on the other side, but couldn't quite get comfortable.
My cock, stiffening to the thought of my naked best friend just a foot and
some away, seemed to be distracting me.  I turned on to my other side,
facing away from James, thinking I might get some sleep if I wasn't looking
at him.  The bed moved as I turned, then again.  Apparently, James had
inched a little closer to me.  I turned off the light on my side of the bed
and shut my eyes.  Again, the bed moved.  After the third time the bed had
shaken, I could almost feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.  I
turned over to see what was going on, only to find that James had already
fallen asleep.  Great, I thought.  I noticed he hadn't even turned his lamp
off, so I reached to turn it off for him.  My arm brushed up against his
muscled chest, but I couldn't quite reach it.  Rather than get out of bed,
I moved closer to James, my body now touching his, but I still couldn't
reach it.  I moved again, now balancing myself on one arm, my body hovering
over James's, and finally reached the chain.  As I pulled it, my leg
brushed up against James's dick, which was a little less soft than before.
I felt it jump, but James didn't seem to wake.  I whispered his name to
check, and when I got no answer, I pulled the sheets down to expose his
body, first his hairless, taught chest, then his six-pack abs, then his
blond bush of pubic hair, and finally, his hardening cock.  I had always
thought it was gorgeous, the head well defined, the shaft beautifully
smooth.  It seemed to be on its way to be a bit bigger than James's usual
7.5".  I leaned back to take in his whole body.  I wanted his muscled arms
around me, and my hand on that stiff dick, or maybe my warm mouth engulfing
it whole, but I resisted.  I did, however, reach down and gently brush my
fingers against James's round balls.  His cock bobbed, and James moaned.  I
jumped back, afraid he'd wake up, and rolled over, forcing myself to sleep.


I woke up the next morning to find James's arm wrapped around me, slowly
rubbing my chest.  I couldn't tell if he was awake or not, but I didn't
exactly care.  I pretended to still be asleep as his strong hands ran
through the hair on my chest, then slowly down my stomach.  He stopped
momentarily at the waistband of my boxers before groping down the outside
of them, feeling the outside of my leg, then tracing my inseam to my balls
and quickly hardening cock.

He stopped short.  He whispered, "Mike," but I, still pretending to be
asleep, didn't respond.  This was apparently all the evidence he need,
since he grabbed my cock through my white boxers.  I was surprised, but I
tried not to move.  My hard cock throbbed in his gentle grip.  I suppressed
a moan as he ran his hand up and down, slowly and sensually caressing my
stiff manhood.  Then, his hand traveled lower, tenderly cupping and
tickling my balls.  Eventually, his hand found its way back up to the fly
of my boxers.  My cock was straining against the fabric, hindering his
attempts to unbutton it.  I let him keep trying for a while before I said
anything.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked, breaking my silence and the
illusion that I was asleep.  James froze.  Oh no, I thought, again, I'd
ruined it.  I figured for sure this would be the last time he'd touch me.
He moved his hand, resting it now on my shoulder.

Instead of answering, he pushed hard on my shoulder, forcing me to turn and
face him.  His stiff dick poked me as I was spun around.  Now face to face,
James looked me in the eye with a hesitance and uncertainty that revealed
his worry as to what would happen next.  Then, he thrust his face towards
me, kissing my mouth hard and passionately.  I returned the kiss, our
tongues intertwining.

"I suppose that's a 'yes.'" I said, breaking the kiss momentarily.  James
smiled.  He pushed me on to my back and rolled on top of me, his mouth
again pressed against mine and his cock against my stomach.  Just to have
him on top of me was exhilarating, but him kissing me was something I never
imagined.  First, we grasped each other tight in a strong bear hug, but
soon, we began to let our hands explore.  His strong hands ran up and down
my sides as my rubbed his muscled back down to his hard ass.  I grabbed
both cheeks and grinded him into me, pressing his body tighter to mine and
his hard dick on my hairy stomach.  My dick had hardened almost to full
size, 8.25", and I could feel it strain against the fabric of my pure white
boxers.

James propped himself up and looked me in the eye again.  This time, there
was that special boyish glint in his eyes, the one that always appeared
when he was up to mischief.  He smiled a smile that confirmed that he had
planned a surprise.  Before I could ask him what was going on, he threw
himself back down and began kissing my chest.  From our sex talks, James
knew that it drove me crazy when girls did this, and now he followed suit,
kissing my neck and between my pecs.  I couldn't help but moan.  James
chuckled.  He had more in store.

Now using his tongue, he swirled around my nipples, getting them quite hard
and licking most of my chest in the process.  I was losing my mind.  My
cock was harder than it had ever been before, pushing so hard against the
cotton boxers that it almost hurt.  James last kiss to my chest made my
dick pulse against his leg.  James paused as if he just remembered
something he had forgotten, and then looked at me again with his
mischievous grin.  I was breathless in anticipation, waiting to see what
he'd do next, but I could never expect this.

James crawled down my body, past my chest, past my stomach, until he was
propped on all fours, staring at my crotch.  He reached his hand out,
rubbing me up and down slowly through my boxers.  I hoped he hadn't given
up on the fly, but it turns out he did.  After a few strokes, he tucked his
fingers in my waistband, and with one swift move, yanked my boxers off,
causing my hard cock to bob extremely until it was back in the straight up
position.

I stared at James as he stared at my dick.  Suddenly, he thrust his head
down, mouth open, and engulfed my cock about halfway.  I moaned so loudly,
it could only be called a shout.  James began to bob up and down, his warm
saliva nearly dripping all over my dick, and each time, he strained to take
a little more in.  It was amazing.  I could feel my whole body tingle with
euphoria.  Eventually, he stopped sucking and began to lick along the
sides, up and down, very thoroughly, like he wanted to make sure he tasted
every inch.  He gently ran his hand over my balls, tickling them and
sending shivers through me.  Then, he began to sweep his tongue along the
underside, which made me gasp.  Apparently, he had been paying attention
when we talked about our conquests, since he knew every trick to get me
off.  He sucked and bobbed and licked and ticked for only 10 minutes, and I
did my best to hold back the orgasm, to make it all last longer, but James
was far too good for me to last long.

"James," I moaned, breathlessly, "James, you've got to stop.  I'm going to
cum soon."

He slipped his warm mouth off my dick for a moment and said, "You know,
it's only 5 am.  We're not meeting everyone else until noon."  He smiled
that irresistible mischievous smile of his, and then sensually ran his
tongue along the underside of my cock.  He paused and looked at me, one
eyebrow raised.  "What do you say?"

I smiled back, gasping from the intense pleasure.  "But if you don't stop
soon, I'm going to cum in your mouth."  Despite all the unexpected events
of the morning, I was still taken aback by his response.  Rather than say
anything, he waited a moment, as if he was deciding something, and then
thrust his head back down onto my waiting shaft. He sucked with renewed
gusto, as if he was determined to swallow me whole.  He worked every trick,
running his tongue all over the shaft as he bobbed further and further, my
cock thrusting deeper into his mouth each time.  My body shook with
pleasure as his warm mouth slip up and down and his right hand began to
fondle my balls.  I moaned loudly, and he returned in kind.  That he was
enjoying this made it all that much hotter.  I couldn't stand it much
longer, but I don't think James wanted me to.  My best friend was doing all
he could to make me shoot my load.  Just as his bobbing had almost reached
the base of my dick, I felt it well up inside me.  "Oh god, James, I'm
cumming.  Oh god, please don't stop."  My body tensed as I thrust my cock
into his eager mouth, burying it to the hilt.  My back arched, I grunted
and moaned as I began to climax.  James, nose deep in my auburn pubic hair,
choked a bit, but didn't stop sucking.  He kept bobbing his head up and
down.  I moaned one last time as my cock began to spurt cum into my best
friend's waiting mouth.  "Oh god, yes, James!  Oh god!"  Wave after wave, I
kept cumming, and he kept sucking and bobbing, swallowing every drop.  He
moaned with pleasure.  This was what he wanted.  I felt the orgasm flood
through my body

It felt like an hour and perhaps a gallon. I was still shouting and James
was still sucking.  The waves subsiding, James released my half flaccid
cock from the warmth of his mouth.  "Oh god," was all I could say,
contentedly, "That was amazing."  James climbed up and put his knees on
either side of my stomach.  He leaned down and kissed me hard, and I
returned in kind.  Sitting back up, his rock hard dick stuck straight out,
hovering above my chest, bobbing, throbbing... and waiting.

James noticed me eyeing up his gorgeous manhood.  He smiled his mischievous
grin.

"My turn."