From: murfmee@io.org (Andrew Murphy-Mee)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
Subject: Sleep Over
Date: 26 Nov 1994 07:08:40 -0500

Hello.

I wrote this story for my friends and a few of them suggested I post
it here because they liked it so much and felt I should share it.  It's
a semi-fictional story in that it is based on a part of my life (I was
Timothy's best freind.. tho that wasn't his real name) and many of the
occourances in the story did happen.  Up to the romantic and sexual
parts that is.. this is what I'd wished had happened between us.  The
reality was that we just drifted apart.. havn't seen or heard from him
in years.  Ah well... lost chances.


                          - Sleep Over -
                       Part I: Friday Night
                      a semi-fictional story
                       by Andrew Murphy-Mee

  Walking along the path I kicked up a cloud of the red and gold
leaves that had fallen.  They scatterd with a soft dry rustle and
settled back into silence behind me.  The sunset was warm on my
face, but the chill air frosted my breath.  Winter would be here
soon and the thought of it made me shivver.

  Timothy's driveway was strangely vacant, his folks must have
gone out somewhere.  I shrugged figuring that they would be back
soon and opened the glass and screen door to tap out a quick
announcement of my arrival with the brass knocker.  I waited, and
began worrying that no one was home.  Dropping my red and blue
adidas bag I walked over to the wooden fence and leaned over to
look into their back yard.  They'd covered the pool already and
the grass was desperatly in need of raking, but no one was back
there.  Hearing the door open behind me I turned, and there he
was, a big grin on his face at seeing me, "Hi!  Come on in." I
smiled back, scooped up my bag and walked in thru the door he was
holding open, "Hiya Tim."  I noticed right away that the house was
quiet, his parents and brother didn't seem to be in, "Your folks go
out?"

  "Yeah", he walked past me into the kitchen, "They went to see a
relative down in Kansas.  But I didn't feel like going.  Told
them I was sick."

  "Oh?  You're okay aren't you?", I untied my shoes while we
talked.  "Mmm... yeah I'm fine.  I just didn't feel like going."
He took my jacket and hung it in the closet and then led the way
into the kitchen.  I left my bag behind on the short flight of
stairs up to the bedrooms.  "So", he said, "Feel like having
pizza?"

  "Umm.. you mean ordering one in?"  I sat down at the table and
watched as he opened the fridge to get us some cokes.  "Nah.
We've got some fozen crusts.  Do you remember that one we made in
the Cooking Club?  Yeesh!"  Laughing I popped the tab on my coke,
"Yeah.  It was a mutant pizza from hell.. but it tasted good an'
that's all that counts."  He rummaged around in the freezer and
suddenly he tossed a frozen pizza crust at me like a frisbie.  I
must have looked very surprised as I nearly dropped my coke and
clumsily caught the icey dough.  "Wanna help?"  "Sure", I sqeaked
as I recovered.

 We spent an hour or so working side by side making dinner.  He
was wearing only his blue track pants with yellow stripes and an
old grey t-shirt. I kept stealing sidelong glances at him.  His
black, wavey hair and cherubic face made me feel jittery inside.
I'd known since early puberty that I wasn't very interested in
girls and I guess that since Timothy was my only close male
friend it was natural that I'd developed feelings for him.  He
bumped against me while reaching up to a high shelf and I nearly
yelped because it was so intense and my emotions about him were
so confused.  As I shifted away to give him room I silently
hoped that he didn't notice the slight bulge under my zipper.

  We got through making dinner without further incident and made
small talk as we ate.  Nothing too earth shattering.. just the
usual stuff that teenagers are interested in.  Music, movies, tv,
school, cars, etc.  Afterwards we went into the basement and
played ping pong for a bit.  I had a lot of fun even tho I spent
most of the time chasing the ball around the small, dark room.
Tiring of that we collapsed, hot n sweaty, onto a musty couch and
turned on the old b&w TV they had down there.  There was a cheesy
Godzilla move on and we watched that for a while, it was pretty
hilarious, but I didn't follow it too closely.  I was stealing
glances at him, and wishing that things were differant.. that we
were sitting closer together and.. well... my jeans were getting
a lil' tight again.  Then, as we were laughing our heads off as
the rubbery Godzilla pounded Tokyo flat, he reached out and
hugged me!  Put one arm around my shoulders and pulled me up
against him in a freindly hug.

  We'd never touched like that before, neither of us was that
physically affectionate.  But it felt so good having him against
me that I had to hug back.  I slipped my arm behind him, around
his waist and pressed him against me.  The feel of his firm,
muscular side under my hand made me melt inside.. wishing it
would last forever.  And then I realized that it was.. for a
comeradly hug we should have broken it up a while ago.  He'd
stopped laughing and was looking at me, making me blush.  "What?"
I asked and let go, shuffling across the couch away from him.
His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn't get far.  He
just looked at me a moment, then pulling his arm away he leaned
away from me.  Elbow on the arm of the couch and his chin resting
on his palm, he stared a the screen and mumbled, "Nothin."

  I suddenly realized that perhapse he felt the same way I did!
Maybe both of us were just too scared to say what was really on
our minds.  I gathered my courage and sat up, if one of us didn't
say something about this we'd never know.  "I..", I choked up and
swallowed loudly.  He was looking at me, with a puzzled expression.
Our eyes met and I think he must have realized what was going on.
He blinked in surprise and sat up.  Shaking I reached out a hand
towards him.. but didn't touch.  I.. I couldn't decided where to
touch him.  I'd never wanted to touch anyone like this before and
with him, with how much I felt for him, I didn't know what to do.
I pulled back again.. thought crazily of grabbing my adidas bag and
running home.  But his hand swept up from the couch and took mine,
warm fingers pressing against my palm.  I felt a rush of heat pass
thru me and we were looking into each other's eyes.  What I saw there,
in his half lidded hazel eyes, gave me a rush of emotion.

  Smiling he stood up and pulled me up to my feet, "Come on,
there's something I want to show you."  Hitting the TV's off
button he ran ahead of me, up the stairs and to his bedroom.  To
his bedroom!!  Things were going a bit fast for me and I hesitated
at the door to his room, "Come on.  This is important."  He waved
me into the room, walked over to his dresser and opening a drawer.
I hesistantly entered and stood there, waiting while he lifted up
a stack of t-shirts and pulled out an envelope.  He looked at it a
moment, looked at me and then held it out, "Here.. I was going to
give you this.  But I chickened out."  Puzzled I took the envelope
and lifted up the unsealed flap.  Inside was a card, so I tugged it
out.  There was a picture of an overly cute bunny on the front,
hugging a bright red heart symbol. I looked up at Timothy again,
"Open it."  There was a tremor in his voice and he had his arms
crossed tightly over his chest.  Slipping my thumb under the edge
of the card I flipped it open.  Inside there was the motto, "Be my
Valentine", in a bold typeface and under that was Timothy's scrawl-
ish writing.  "I love you Andrew", was all it said.. that was all it
needed to say.

  I just stared at it.. at those words.  I couldn't belive what
was happening, I felt disconnected from reality.. like I was just
watching a movie rather than living it.  Timothy shuffled his feet
in the silence and I looked up at him.  He unfolded his arms and
reached out to me and I don't know why but I stumbled a step away
from him.  Why did I do that?  His face sagged and we stood there
a moment, emotions overwhelming us as we both tried to figure out
what to do next.  Timothy decided to get angry, what he usually
does when something goes wrong like this.  He snatched the card
from my numb fingers, crushed it and tossed it into a corner as he
stomped over to his bed.  He threw himself down on it and sat with
his back against the wall, glaring at the floor between his bed and
the one I used when I slept over.  We'd had each other over to our
parent's places a few times for sleep overs.  I came to his more
often because they had a spare bed in Timothy's room and we didn't
have one at my place.

  I realized that I'd stopped breathing and gasped loudly in the
silence, taking a deep and ragged breath.  That broke my para-
lysis and I hesitantly walked over and sat on the edge of my bed,
opposite Timothy.  "I don't know what to say."

  "Don't say anything", his voice was quiet and thick with
emotion.

  Gulping to try and clear my own clogged throat I tried, desper-
ately to just say what was on my mind.  But sorting it out first
was the hard part, I was so confused and scared I didn't know
what I wanted to say.  I felt my eyes getting watery and I wiped
at them. "T.. T.. Tim", I stuttered, "I th.. I think I love
you too."  Sniffing loudly I looked up and saw the wariness that
tightened the muscles around his eyes.  He shifted forward on the
bed till he was sitting on it's edge and leaned towards me.  "I
don't get it.  Why did you back off?"

  Good question.. why had I backed off?  Staring down at where I
was twisting my hands in my lap I couldn't think of anything to
say, "I.. don't know."  "Scared.  You're scared aren't you?"  As
usual he read my mood perfectly.  I nodded, not trusting my
voice.  "Shit, Andrew.  I'm still me, you're still you.  Nothing
has changed about who we are.  We're just being honest about how
we feel.  Right?"  When I didn't answer he said, a little more
forcefully, "Right?"

  "Yeah.  I guess.  But this is going to make us into.. into
lovers.  Isn't it?  I..", I couldn't say anymore as my throat
swelled and choked me off.  My body trembled as I felt rushes of
heat and cold pass through me.  Timothy got up and joined me on
my bed, sitting next to me he wrapped his warm arms around me and
just held me.  I tensed up and went rigid for a moment but then I
let out the breath I was holding and relaxed.  It felt good!
Being there in his arms.. made me feel that everything was going
to be alright.  He must have felt me calming down because he
backed off a little, keeping his arms around me still.  "There..
that wasn't so bad was it?"

  "No."  I sighed, "I've been freaking haven't I?"  He nodded,
"Yeah.  But that's understandable.  It's the first time you've
gotten this close to anyone, isn't it?"  It was my turn to nod,
"Have  you been in love before?  With any of the girls you
dated?"  "I dunno", he shrugged, "I might have, but I went out
with them mostly just to fuck 'em."

  For a moment I was shocked by the bluntness of that statement..
that's what we were heading towards wasn't it?  Especially with
us being all alone like this.. for the whole weekend.  Timothy was
smiling again and I felt a warmth surging in me that made me grin
back.  He leaned forwards and we kissed for the first time, as
our lips pressed together I closed my eyes to savour the
sensation.  I'd never kissed anyone passionately before.. and it
was certainly a differant experience than giving my mum a peck
before going to bed.  I felt Timothy's hand move up my back to
caress the back of my neck.. sending a shivver through me at the
tickling sensation.  I'd reached out to take him into my arms as
well and felt his chest expanding as his breathing quickened.  We
parted.. and gazed into one another's eyes for a long moment.  I
lay back on the bed.. crosswise on it with my lower legs hanging
off it's edge, and he moved so that he was over top of me,
supporting his weight on his forearms and leaning his chest onto
mine.

  "Mmmmm...", he purred, "You have no idea how often I've dreamed
of doing this."  I reached up a finger and playfully tapped the
tip of his slighly upturned nose, "Yes I do.  I've had the same
dreams."  With a mischevious look that melted my heart, he leaned
closer and whispered, "There's only one way to tell if we're
dreaming or not, y'know."  And he pinched one of my nipples..
hard!  I gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure and his mouth was
pressed to mine again.  This time his tongue slipped past my
open lips and it's slippery, warmth explored my mouth.  Tentat-
ivly I responded, running my tongue over his, tasting him.  My
hands pressed against his back, massaging his body through the
thin fabric of his t-shirt.  I felt the hand he'd pinched my
nipple with slip down my side to rest on my waist.  My tongue
found it's way past Timothy's lips and I caressed the sweet inside
of his mouth.  Suddenly he sucked on my tongue, nearly pulling it
from my mouth with the force of it.  When he stopped I retreated
before the onslaught of his tongue and then treated him to the
same experience.  After an age of trying to devour one another's
lips we parted and spent a long moment silently gazing into each
other's eyes.

  Timothy let go of my side and lifted my glasses off, sitting up
he folded them and put them out of harms way, up atop his
dresser.  I can see almost as well without my glasses so I was
not upset to see them go.  When he lay back down beside me I took
the opportunity to press my cheek against his as we renewed our
hug.  His body was hot against me, both of our breathing had become
fast and ragged.  I knew my jeans were kind of painful with how
tightly the confined my erection.  As Timothy moved his legs
against mine I reached down and pressed between them..  feeling
his hard shaft throught the loose, soft fabric of his track
pants.

  He broke away from kissing me again, "Uh!  Oooo.. you really
are eager for this aren't you?"  I giggled as he moving so that
he stood over me on his knees, one leg on either side of my
chest, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the
floor.  His smooth, slightly tanned chest was irristiable.. I
reached up and ran my hands up his belly and up sides to caress
his brown nipples.  He moaned slightly and bent over me to press
his delicious lips to mine again.  Wrapping my arms about him I
caressed my tongue over his as we drank from one another's mouths
again.  My pulse raced as I ran my fingers thru his silky, black
hair and traced patterns on his bare skin.  I felt his hands
reaching up inside my t-shirt.. rucking it up as he ran his
fingers over my tingling flesh.  I hooked my fingers into the
back of his pants and pushing down on the elastic band I got
them over his hips and exposed the tops of his butt cheeks.  I
gripped them tightly as he sat up, his cock showing clearly thru
the fabric as it was all that held his pants up.  "Hey! No fair!"
He pouted prettily, "I'm nearly naked and you're still dressed!"

  He bounced out of my grasp and stood up on the floor next to
the bed, yanking his track pants up at the back.  I sat up and
pulled my t-shirt over my head.. I could feel his hands helping
and he took it from me and tossed it into the air with a whoop!
Grabbing my ankles up he worked my socks down and off my feet
while I undid my belt buckle and unbuttoned my jeans, he finished
with my socks in time to reach up and yank my zip down.  I lay
back again as he pulled on the legs of my jeans and with a jangle
of loose coins dropping from my pockets he exposed me down to my
underwear.  As he kicked the bundles of fabric to one side I sat
up again and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested the side
of my head against his youth-fully taught belly.  His scent was
warm and musky, making me even hornier.  He caressed my long hair
and I heard him moan slightly.. his hard cock mere centemeters
below my chin.

  Sitting back I pulled his track pants down over his hips and,
hooking my thumbs into the elastic band of his fruit-o-the-looms,
I pushed them down at the same time.  His cock was level with my
face as it slipped out of it's fabric prison.  Gods it was beau-
tiful!  Jutting up at a sharp angle to his belly it's curvacious
head flared out at the end of a long, pulsing shaft.  I touched
my finger tips to the top of his head and caressed down the
smooth length to where it joined to his groin in a spray of wiery
black hair.  I cupped his warm balls in my hand an he moaned
slightly, causing me to look up at his face.  His eye's were
closed and his mouth was open as he panted.. my heart throbbed
painfully as I was stuck again by his beauty.  His hands caressed
thru my hair and gripped my shoulders as I returned my gaze to
his maleness.  This is what I'd wanted for so long.  With a happy
sigh I leaned forwards pressed my face into his warm crotch.  His
cock was warm against my cheek as I nuzzled his sweaty fur.  We
both clutched at each other.. me at his ass cheeks, him to my
neck and hair.

  Tentativly opening my mouth I touched my tongue tip to the base
of his cock.  I could feel the excited pounding of his blood
through it as I slowly ran my tongue tip up it's underside.  He
tasted of slightly salty sweat and his scent rushed in and out of
my nose with each panting breath that I took.  I stopped just
short of his cock head and pulled back a moment.. taken with his
beauty again.  I freed one hand from his ass and wrapped it
tightly around the shaft of his cock.. the pressure causing a few
droplets of clear fluid to drip from the slit in it's head.
Timothy groaned deeply and shifted his stance so that stood, legs
spread wide, over my knees where I sat on the bed.  He thrust
forwards against my hand and pressed on the back of my head,
"Suck me Andrew. Please suck me."  His voice was soft and rich
with a passion.. a need for me that went deeper than anything we
had ever felt for one another up till this moment.  I felt a wave
of love for him wash through me as I eagerly leaned forwards and
pressed the whole length of my tongue against the head of his
cock.  He sighed and I moved a bit closer to wrap my lips around
the head of his cock, my tongue dancing over it.. slicking it up
with my spit.  Moving my hand a little further down I gulped half
his rock hard cock into my mouth and began a rhythmic sucking on
it.  Little slurping noises and Timothy's moans and gasps were the
only sounds in the room as I gave my first blowjob.  The feel of
his flesh in my mouth was indescribably pleasurable.  My own cock
lay shrinking and forgotten in my underwear as I concentrated on
the touch of his smooth skin on mine, on the slightly salty taste
of the droplets of pre-cum that coated my tongue and on the scent
and warmth of his body pressing against me.

  Timothy began to thrust a little into my mouth and I could feel
the pulse in his swelling cock racing to a crescendo.  I'd tasted
myself many times so I had no qualms about having his seed in my
mouth.. indeed I _craved_ it!  I pulled back off his shaft and
concentrated on the head of his cock, my tongue teasing his slit
as he arched his back, gasping, "Ah... Ah.... Ah!"  A jet of hot,
sticky cum shot from the head of his cock and onto my tongue.
His hands clenched in my hair as I slurped back down his cock,
swallowing almost all of it and running the length of my tongue
over it's underside as he shot another jet into my warm mouth.
Sucking back towards his head as he came again I found myself
with a rapidly filling mouth and no time to do anything about
it... but swallow.  His sticky, salty cum slid down my throat as
he shot another and then another volley that I also gulped down.
His jets of cum slowed as he eased down from the pleaurable apex
that I'd taken him to.

  I sucked hard on the head of his cock and he gifted me with the
last of his load.  His hands relaxed in my thick mop of hair and
caressed me as I swallowed.  Pulling off his wet, gleaming shaft
I sat back and looked up at him with a silly grin on my lips.
Sighing happily he shook his hair out of his eyes and joined
me on the bed, pulling me down to lie next to him.  "You're
fantastic", he purred and kissed me, our tongues exploring one
another's mouths again.  With the spunky taste he'd left in my
mouth his tongue tasted even sweeter than before.  As we broke
apart from the kiss he ran a hand down the center of my chest and
pressed it against the crotch in my underwear.  He raised an
eyebrow at my limpness, "Oh?  Lost interest already?"  I blushed,
"No!  No!  I ah.. I don't know what's wrong."  I was flustered
that I'd lost my erection.. it seemed to indicate that I wasn't
excited by him.  Which was _not_ true!  He gave me a quick peck
on the lips, "S'okay Andrew.. same thing happens to me sometimes,
I can get you hard again."

  With a grin he sat up and whipped my underwear off.  I scooted
a bit further up the bed and lay on my back, knees up and spread
while he knelt between them.  He grabbed one of my feet and raised
it into the air.  "This little piggy went to market", he paused to
lick and suck my pinky toe.  Pulling off after a moment he move on
to it's neighbor, "This little piggy stayed at home."  The sensation
and sight of him slurping on my toes was incredible!  Ticklish, warm
and intensly erotic!  My cock quickly got hard again as he moved on
to the next toe, "This little piggy had roast beef."  Slurp, suck,
slurp, "This little piggy had none."  He had a silly grin on his
face to match my own as he reached my big toe, "And this little
piggie..", he wrapped his lips around it for a quick suck, "Went,
'Wee wee weeee!'  All the way home."  His hands crept down around
my now very promising erection as he spoke and when he finished the
last line he licked at my cock head.

  "Ready?"  He asked.. as if he couldn't tell.  All I could do
was nod before he wrapped his hot, wet mouth around my sensitive
flesh.  His tongue played over me, stimulating me in ways I'd
never felt before.  When he sucked I felt like the head of my
cock was going to explode!  I pressed my legs against Timothy's
sides and grabbed handfulls of the bedsheets as his tongue and
lips worked at me.  My breathing became ragged and I panted as I
felt a delicious tension building up in my loins.  One of
Timothy's hands cupped and massaged my balls and as he gulped
almost all of my cock down I gasped as a sudden spasm of pleasure
rushed through me.  I didn't orgasm yet.. but I teetered on the
edge and bit my lip as his lips slid quickly up and down length
of my cock and his tongue rubbed hard against the sensitive area
around my slit.  I convulsed as a wave of pleasure washed through
me and I felt a hot pulse of cum rush from me and into Timothy.
With a loud moan I arched my back and neck, closed my eyes and
lost myself in my orgasm.  As I came I pumped my cock in and out
of Timothy's mouth and he rode my bucking hips, hungrily sucking
and swallowing.  All good things end eventually.. and after what
felt like only a moment the waves of pleasure that washed thru me
ebbed and ran to an end.  A last few spasms and I was finished.
Timothy suckled on me a few moments longer.. giving me a jolt or
two of pleasure as his tongue played over my sensitized cock
head.  He let my softening cock slip from his mouth and it dropped
down against my belly as he moved up to lay atop me, face to face.
We kissed and I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue.  A ting-
ling glow filled me as I held his warm, naked body against mine.

  "Mmmm.. thank you Tim."   He smiled, and rolled off to lie
next to me, "The pleasure wasn't all yours.  I loved sucking you
off."  His hand strayed down to caress my balls and cock, "I want
to do it all over again."  I ran my fingers through his hair and
gazed into his eye, "I loved sucking you off too.  We're part of
one another now, y'know.  Forever."  He blinked, surprised, "I
hadn't thought of it that way.  But you're right.. although we
were part of one another's lives before this."

  "Uh huh."  I rolled over and pressed my back against him..
pressing my ass against his groin especially.  "And now we're
even more a part of one another's lives."  I yawned, "But right
now I think I need to sleep a bit.  You?"  Wrapping his arms
about me he kissed my shoulder, "Yeah.. it's kinda late and sex
always poops me out too."  He sat up a moment to pull the sheets
up over us and we lay there together in warm, sweet bliss.  This
was the first time I'd shared a bed with a lover.. heck!  It was
the first time I'd _had_ a lover at all!  Having him there, feel-
ing his breath against my cheek, his skin against mine, made me
feel safer and more loved than I had ever been before.

  And in that warm, happy state I slipped into a deep, dreamless
sleep.

                     --- End of Part One ---


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