Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 16:38:34 +0000
From: michaelk_69@hotmail.com
Subject: OVERCOMING TEEN OBJECTIONS

Not unlike a lot of gay teenagers, I had a massive crush on my best friend,
Tom, all through high school.  The reasons are simple:  he is really smart,
he has a great sense of humor, he is very good looking, and has an
unbelievable body.  Plus, he has a shock of wavy brown hair, dark brown
eyes, and a cheeky crooked smile that makes my heart melt.  I can't believe
that high school is over, and I won't be able to see him every day.

Even though he was one of the smallest guys on our high school football
team, he sure has all the right muscles in all the right places as far as I
am concerned.  We have been going down to the gym together three times a
week for the last four years, and the site of him damp with sweat, grimacing
and straining as he lifts the weights over his head is enough to keep me in
jack off fantasies for a month.  But things would only get better from
there.

After our work out, it was time to hit the showers.  Unfortunately, I
couldn't really stare too much, since I was sure that I would get a huge
hardon right in the middle of the locker room.  But what I could see was
pure heaven.  Week after week we would walk into the locker room, and the
routine was the same:  he would practically fall onto the bench, exhausted,
and let out a low groan while he stretched out.

Sometimes -- and this was my favorite part -- his shirt was so soaked with
sweat that he would ask me to help him lift it over his head.  Man, what a
site.  While his face is temporarily covered by the shirt, I was able to
take my time and have a good look.  The sweaty tee would rise first above
his flat stomach, sporting just the start of a tight six-pack on his lean,
tanned abs, with a few dark brown wispy hairs that form a thin trail down
beneath his shorts.  Then the tee would rise further, and I would get a look
at his perfectly smooth, tanned chest, with dark smooth nipples that would
really get my mouth watering.  One last tug, and I could inhale the scent of
his fresh sweat, and get a glimpse of the hair under his arms, curled and
damp with sweat as he stretched his arms up to the ceiling.

What I would give, I would think, week after week, to trace his treasure
trail with my tongue, from the edge of his waistband up to his bellybutton,
and then up to his chest, licking and sucking at each dark nipple, before
burying my face in the damp hair under his arms, licking them and tugging
the hair there gently with my teeth, smelling them up close and savoring his
masculine scent, my face soaked with my best friend's sweat.

But of course, there is one problem:  he is straight, surprise surprise, and
has been dating the same girl, Amanda, for two years, ever since he was 15.
Typical, right?  But life, as they say, is too short, and I decided that
no matter what, before he left for college, I would finally live out my
fantasy.

I was ready for the challenge.  I went to great lengths to keep in shape
myself.  I was almost 6 foot, and had a thick set frame that had turned to
muscle thanks to our weekly gym sessions.  Unlike Tom, I have blonde hair
and blue eyes, and an 8 inch cock that needs stroking pretty much every day,
and set of real low hangers, perpetually filled with cum.  My body is pretty
smooth, a few stray blonde hairs around my chest, dark blonde tufts under my
arms, and a soft crinkly bush of blonde pubes.

Well, time rolled on, and It was almost six weeks before I got some help
with my wicked plan, and when it did come, it was from the most unlikely of
places:  from my uncle.  My dad's brother lives in the same town as we do,
and although they don't speak -- and prefer that I did not speak to him
either -- I have known for years that my uncle Rob was gay, and always have
enjoyed a close, albeit secret friendship with him. The seduction of Tom,
you see, was his idea.

Like me, my uncle Rob is just a normal, straight acting guy.  He is really
into sports, he drinks lots of beer, he spends hours at the gym.  Apart from
a distinct lack of womanising, he is just like any other 35 year old guy.  I
told him my predicament, and he said that I should come over to watch the
Redskins game with him on Sunday, and to bring Tom.  He would, he said, take
care of the rest.

Well, Sunday came, and as you can imagine, I was sick with excitement,
especially as I had no idea what Uncle Rob had in mind for us.  When we got
there, we started off by having a few of beers -- something that my parents
would never allow -- but Uncle Rob was cool like that.  And that is when
things turned kind of funny.

Slightly drunk after several beers, Uncle Rob turned the discussion to sex,
which was quite easy to do with two teenage guys.  He started small, making
some comments about a half dressed woman on TV, and then asking how often we
jerked off.  Of course, even though I knew this all had something to do with
Rob's master plan, I was completely embarrassed, even with the wooziness of
the alcohol helping to loosen me up.

`Rob!', I said, leaving off the `Uncle' so I wouldn't sound like such a kid,
`would you shut up, jeez' I said.

And in that moment the tables had turned, because to my utter amazement, Tom
said, `Jeez Scott, what's the big deal.  I jerk off every day, sometimes
twice a day, maybe more if Amanda's out of town.'

I was stunned at the direction that this was taking, and was silent as Uncle
Rob asked, `How big are you, Tom, you know, your dick I mean.'

It was such an inappropriate question for an adult to ask a teenager, but
yet again Tom seemed unfazed, definitely a little worse for wear after his
fifth beer.

`I don't know,' he shrugged, `never measured', and simply chugged back some
more beer, turning to watch some more of the game.

`Well,' Rob continued mischievously, `c'mon dude, show me with your fingers
-- this big?  This big?' Rob asked, moving his hands further and further
apart.

At about 8 inches, Tom said, `yeah, that's about right, like that.'

Finally, I found my voice, and just in time.  `Oh, same as me then,' I
chimed in, slurring my words slightly from the beer, and trying not to sound
too nervous or weird.

`Really?' Uncle Rob asked, playing his role perfectly.  `Cool.  Let's
compare `em, see who has the bigger package then. C'mon boys it will be a
laugh.'

I couldn't believe my ears, my uncle was crossing the line for sure.  I was
sure I would never see Tom again after this, but all Tom said was `Nah, I
don't think so, I am not into getting my cock out in front of other guys,
thanks very much.'

I knew that this was my cue again, and quickly said, `it's no big deal,
Tom, I see it every week at the gym, don't forget.  Anyway, we are both
guys, you don't have anything I haven't seen, trust me,' I said in what I
hoped was a matter-of-fact way.

He still seemed sort of undecided and suddenly a bit more sober, or maybe I
was just imagining it, but in any case Rob stepped in to finish the 1-2
punch.

`Unless you are just worried man, that Scott's cock is bigger than yours,'
Rob jeered.

Uncle Rob laughed, and I laughed too, until Tom said, `What is with you guys
and all of this talk about my dick? Are you two queers or something?'

He didn't say it in a mean way, more in like a really nervous way, but I was
ready to forget the whole master plan right there and then.  I noticed that
Tom had stopped smiling.

`Okay, forget it, forget it,' Rob said, to my relief, and then:  `A small
dick isn't the end of the world anyway, let's just drop it.'

Right on cue, Tom reached for the button fly of his jeans and said,  `Right,
okay, lets go then, come on Scott you pansy, you too, let's get this shit
over with.'

I didn't need any further prompting, and quickly pulled open the button of
my own button fly.  With a quick jerk of his thumbs in the waistband of his
boxers, Tom had unveiled his beautiful thick cock, soft and thick and
hanging low, resting on his two massive balls, below a forest of soft
crinkly dark brown pubic hair.

`There, there you go', he said, `happy?'

Before I could answer, Uncle Rob jumped in, `Whoa, I think Scott has you
beat, dude, have a look.'

In actual fact, our two cocks were almost identical apart from the color of
the pubic hair, I thought to myself, standing there with my boxers around my
knees, but I could guess what would happen next.

`Bullshit,' Tom slurred.

"Well, stand closer together then, for fuck's sake,' Rob ordered.  `No one's
gonna bite you.'

Tom must have been tired of resisting, because he shuffled towards me,
boxers around his knees.  We stood facing each other, our cocks mashed
together, mine not yet hard due to nerves, when Uncle Rob stepped in yet
again, and took one of our cocks in each hand.

`Whoa whoa whoa!' Tom yelled, jumping backwards and almost falling over the
coffee table with his boxers around his knees.  `What is this shit?'

`Oh c'mon man,' Rob said, `what's the big deal.  I am just trying to compare
them, come on, we're just messing around, get over here you pansy.'

Tom relented and came closer, and again Rob took our cocks in hand.

`It is very close,' he announced in a serious voice, as if this  were a
perfectly normal situation.  `But a hard cock is what really matters.  Let's
have a look.'

Before either of us could protest, Uncle Rob started very slowly stroking
our cocks, saying softly `yeah there we go, there now boys, there we go,
that's more like it, yeah, that's it. Just relax for a sec.'

I noticed that Tom, for all his earlier protesting, now had his eyes closed
and was gently rocking back and forth while my uncle jerked us off.  I have
to say, it did feel great, as he pressed our cocks together and tugged them
around, every now and then pulling down gently on our hairy sacks, tangling
his fingers in our soft pubes, then returning to our rock hard cocks.  To my
amazement, I even heard Tom utter a little moan under his breath.  I could
not believe this was happening, and was glad to see that Tom's dick was now
as hard as mine.

`There, Scott, keep going, you get him real hard, then we can measure,'
Uncle Rob said, but this seemed to awaken Tom from his trance.

`Uh, no, I'd really better be going,' he stuttered, and made a move to pull
up his boxers and jeans, but before he could, Uncle Rob stepped behind him,
and held his arms, just gently, not so that Tom couldn't have gotten away if
he had really wanted to, but just in a way that would buy me a few extra
seconds.

So, here is my best friend, boxers around his knees, a rock hard 8 inch
boner standing straight out, and my uncle holding his arms behind his back.
Not your typical Sunday afternoon.  So, what else could I do?  I stepped
forward and grabbed Tom's cock, something that I had wanted to do for about
5 years, and started pumping it up and down, just gently, pulling the hard
shaft back and forth with my fist, but firmly enough that he was wriggling
to get free.

`Hey, get off me!' he shouted, `What the fuck, get OFF ME'

`Oh come on now, you big baby, its just some guys having fun, no big deal,
there are no girls around, so why not?' Uncle Rob explained, sounding kind
of bored with Tom's protest.   `Scott, don't stop, keep stroking him
please.'

He said it as if he were a doctor talking to a nurse, real businesslike.  So
I did, and to my amazement, Tom arched his back and closed his eyes again,
drawing in a deep breath and shoving his fat cock right at me, while I
continued to pump it up and down, up and down.  Up.  And down.

By now, Uncle Ron had pulled Tom's shirt off, and was standing behind him
and reaching around to pinch his nipples and tug at the damp brown hair
under his arms.  His hands explored every inch on Tom's body, caressing his
pecs, and then his belly, under his arms and massaging his muscular
shoulders.  I am sure that I heard Tom let out a low groan again.

He dropped one hand to cup Tom's heavy sack from behind while I continued to
work his shaft up and down.  It was only then that I noticed that Uncle Rob
wasn't holding Tom's arms anymore, in fact, Tom has put his arms behind his
head, exposing his whole smooth chest and furry pits to me, so close that I
could smell his scent.  I couldn't resist living out my fantasy anymore, and
moved in to lick and nibble each of his soft dark nipples before burying my
face in his sweaty pits, which smelled of fresh sweat and soap and manmusk.

His groaning got louder, and I realized that Uncle Rob had crouched down and
taken Tom's massive boner in his mouth, slathering it with spit, and
swallowing the whole 8 inches like a pro, licking the fat head and up and
down the shaft.  Every now and then, he  went even lower, and pulled the
heavy ball sack into his mouth, tugging and pulling at each furry ball,
before taking the whole sack in his mouth and running his tongue over Tom's
sensitive nuts, causing Tom to pant and whimper despite himself.

I wanted some of the action for myself, so I went down for a turn on Tom's
fat rod as Uncle Rob regained his position behind him, running his hands all
over his belly and chest while I licked his hard veined shaft and fat
mushroom head, smelling all of his musky jock odors and tasting his warm
sweaty balls.

`Don't stop,' I heard Tom say under his breath.  `Shit, please don't stop,
please.'  I couldn't believe that this stud was actually begging for more.
All I could think about was how I could give him maximum pleasure, so that
he would writhe and wriggle despite himself, despite his objections, and beg
me for more.  I had him completely under my control, this stud, whimpering
like a puppy.

But before I knew what was happening, Uncle Rob had moved again, and now was
sucking on MY dick.  You would think it would feel weird, having your Dad's
brother sucking your dick, even though that I always half-suspected that he
had wanted to, but I was so enthralled with what I was doing, and lost in
Tom's moans and signs, that I barely gave it a second thought.

As you can imagine, it didn't take long before I felt that familiar
tightening in my sack, and I knew I was getting close.  I worked even harder
on Tom's dick, and he responded by fucking my face ferociously,  his fat
furry nuts slapping against my chin, while I grabbed onto his hairy rock
hard thighs.

`Please, please, please' was all I could hear him saying.  It was amazing to
hear him begging for my touch, so completely helpless and at my mercy.  And
then all of a sudden:  `I'm getting' close, dude,  Go on please, finish me
off, I want to come so bad.  So bad, man.  Suck it Scott, suck it, go on,'
he groaned.

I needed no further encouragement, and went to down, sucking his dick,
playing with his balls, even tickling the entrance to his butt, just gently,
just at the opening.  All of a sudden, he plunged his hands into my hair,
and his body bucked wildly as he let out a wailing sigh, and just as I shot
my own load into my Uncle's expert mouth, I felt my mouth fill with Tom's
sticky sweet juice, and gulped and gulped it down, gently milking his prick
with my mouth to get every last drop, while tickling the hairs on his sack
with my fingertips gently, just gently.  I could see that Uncle Rob's belly
was covered in creamy white cum;  he couldn't resist the urge to toss
himself off while he was sucking my dick.  I think it is safe to say that
all of us were feeling satisfied.

No one said anything for about a minute and a half -- although it seemed like
a lot longer -- when Tom broke the silence by glancing at his watch and
saying:

`Whoa, shit, I'd really better go.'  That was all Tom could say, although
his sweaty face, flushed red, was proof that I had not imagined the whole
thing.  He pulled up his boxers and pulled on his shirt hurriedly, and went
for the door, his boner still showing through his pants.  `See you at
Amanda's going away party, Scott.  See you soon Rob.  Sorry to rush off, but
I . . . ummm . . . I really gotta go.'  And with that he left, and Tom never
mentioned that afternoon again, although Uncle Rob have discussed it many
times since, and can't wait to try the same plan with some of my new college
friends.

THE END

This is my first attempt at this sort of thing, so I'm wondering if it `did
the trick' for anyone out there -- feedback most welcome to
michaelk_69@hotmail.com.  And if you wanna let me know what turns you on, I
am happy to write more, to suit your specific needs.