Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2003 19:04:16 EST
From: Mike McCarney
Subject: Prom Night

Disclaimer:  This story is true and was between consenting individuals.

Growing up, I always knew that my feelings toward guys were different than
with girls.  I remember when I was 7 or 8, being with a friend of mine, off
in a field with high grass trampled down to make a "fort".  We would talk
about our penises and how they would get hard.  We would take off our pants
and look at each other and touch each other.  We were aroused, but we didn't
know what we were doing.

By the time I was in high school, my desires had grown even stronger.  I
loved P.E. class because we would all get naked and take showers.  I would
take my time so that I could see as many guys as possible.

But I was very nervous about my desires and did everything possible to "be
straight".  I dated, made out with girls, and had sex with several.  I
enjoyed it, but my strongest desires were for guys.  I would catch myself
looking at their crotches, wondering what they looked like naked and I would
jerk off thinking about them.  But up to this point, I had never done
anything with another guy.

My best friend was named Joe.  We did a lot together since we had a lot in
common.  Just like all teenage boys, we would talk about sex a lot, but it
was always about girls, their tits, and what it would be like to make love to
this one or that one.

Joe was a stud and our discussions gave me a sense of intimacy with him that
I enjoyed.  We talked about jerking off and how good it felt.  While we
talked, I would notice his pants beginning to bulge and naturally, mine did
too.  On weekend nights when neither of us had dates, we would drive around,
killing time and talking.  I started bringing copies of Playboys with me and
we would find a secluded spot to park so that we could look at the pictures
and fantasize.  We would both get hard and start rubbing our cocks.

He told me how hot the pictures were making him, how his dick was throbbing
and his balls were aching.  I told him that I was in the same condition and
that I wished I could jerk off to release the pressure.  He agreed that that
would be the best solution so I told him that if he didn't mind, I was going
to pull it out and jerk myself off.  He was a little reluctant, but the
throbbing between his legs convinced him that it was a pretty good idea.  So
we both dropped our pants and went at it.

His hard cock was beautiful.  I had to look at it out of the corner of my eye
so that he wouldn't notice, but his stroking and the moans he made, made me
all the hotter.  Before long, we were both shooting cum all over the floor of
the car.

We did this on a pretty regular basis, but nothing else happened.  Then, as
our senior prom was approaching, we decided to double date.  Because I lived
a lot farther away and we knew we would be drinking that night, we decided
that I would stay at his house over night after the prom.

By the time we dropped off our dates and got home, we were both exhausted.
We went into his room, undressed down to our white Calvin Kleins and climbed
into his double bed.  He went to sleep pretty quickly, but laying there, that
close to his almost naked, warm body, I couldn't sleep.  I could feel the
heat from his legs which were only a few inches away from mine.  Our
shoulders touched because the bed wasn't very wide and my dick was so hard.

All I wanted to do was roll toward him, press my hard dick next to his and
wrap my hands around his firm ass.  But I was so scared, so nervous, that my
heart was pounding through every vein in my body.  I laid there for at least
an hour, fantasizing and wanting to touch him.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.  I just had to touch his dick.  He was
sleeping pretty soundly, I could tell by his breathing.  We were both laying
on our backs and I let one finger on my shaking hand move over and just
barely touch the side of his Calvin's.  I did it so slowly, so gently, so
that I wouldn't wake him.  I let it stay there for several minutes and then I
moved my hand again so that it was resting against the side of his underwear.

Again, I waited, then I moved it higher, onto his hip bone.  I was afraid to
move it up onto his bulge, so I pretended to move in my sleep and let my hand
rest on his stomach.  I was sure that this would wake him up and if it did, I
would pretend to be asleep.  But he didn't stir.  My heart was pounding so
hard with nervousness, I thought it would explode.

Very gently, I moved my hand down until my finger felt the band on the top of
his underwear.  It felt so good because I knew that I was so close to his
dick.  I pictured, in my mind, that long shaft and the thick head that I had
seen so many times in the car when we had jerked off together.  My dick was
throbbing in anticipation of feeling the bulge just below my hand.  In my
mind, I was thinking, "Please don't wake up.  Please don't wake up."

Once again, I let my hand slip down a little farther, and I could feel the
fabric sloping upward.  I lifted my little finger and stretched it out and
let it come to rest on top of what had to be the head of his dick.  Still, he
didn't move, so I let my hand slide down until it rested on his cock.

Much to my surprise, and pleasure, it was hard as a rock.  I could feel the
heat radiating up from his long, thick shaft, into my hand.  It felt so good.
 I gently squeezed it and it throbbed, bobbing once.  My own dick was tenting
my underwear and I could feel the wet spot where my pre-cum soaked my own
shorts.

As I lay there, totally engulfed in the pleasure of the moment, I suddenly
realized that Joe wasn't breathing in the same rhythm of peaceful sleep, but
that his breathing had changed.  His leg moved and I froze, my hand no longer
squeezing, but I just allowed it to rest on his hot, hard cock.  I quickly
thought that if he jumped up in anger, I would act like I was asleep and that
I had unknowingly put my hand there.

But instead of jumping up in anger, he moved a little more.  His hips moved
ever so slightly and I felt his dick slide a little in my hand.  Then his leg
moved and rested tightly next to mine.  I lay there for a second to see if he
was waking up, and again his hips moved.  The feel of his hard cock, sliding
under my hand, sent my own dick into a pre-orgasmic spasm.  His legs moved
again, separating, and the leg that had been resting next to mine, slipped
over top of mine.  I let my hand slide down so that my fingers wrapped around
his large nuts and his shaft rested under my wrist and forearm.

Then it happened.  I felt his hand slide up, across my side, and onto the
hot, wet bulge of my own crotch.  My heart skipped a beat as I realized that
he was awake (had been awake for how long?) and that we had each others dicks
in our hands.

He squeezed my cock, released it, and slid his hand under the waistband of my
underwear.  I thought I was going to come right then and there.  But I
didn't.  He massaged my pubic hears and I felt the back of his hand running
up and down the length of my shaft.

His actions set me free to immediately pull his hot, throbbing, dick out from
his underwear.  We embraced, tore our Calvin's off, and held each other, dick
to dick, balls to balls, and lips to lips.

The rest of the night was filled with orgasms and new discoveries.  Needless
to say, from that point on, our jerk off sessions in the car ended and hot,
intimate sex took their place.