Date: Wed, 8 May 2002 07:15:45 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tony and Me Chapter 2

This is the story of how my relationship with my friend Tony changed when
we discovered sex. The usual warnings apply, i.e., don't read it if you're
not supposed to or don't want to. The story is true, to the best of my
recollection. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Months went by and I saw very little of Tony. When we saw each other, we
never spoke.  And then one night at Boy Scouts, he walked up to me while I
was talking to friends, looked me in the eye and said "Don't forget, you
owe me one' and walked away. My friends asked what he was talking about,
and I blustered through some lame story of his having done me a favor in
school. I was thrilled that he had spoken to me, but concerned at what he
had said in front of my friends.

A couple of days later, I was walking my dog past his house. I had been
walking that way for a while hoping to run into him. As I approached the
house, I looked at his bedroom window, which was upstairs on the side of
the house facing me. Both the window and the screen were open, and he was
standing in the opening, naked, stroking his erection. He was clearly
visible from mid-torso to mid-thighs and anyone coming own the street could
have seen him. With his free hand, he motioned me toward him. I walked up
his neighbor's driveway and between the two houses.

"Whip it out," he called down. I hesitated, not sure what to do. I mean, he
was more exposed than I was, but he could step back from the window in a
second. I was outdoors, although some bushes screened me from the street.

"Go on, whip it out, faggot. You know you want to."

So I opened my pants and took it out.

"Beat off with me" he said.

So I began masturbating, standing there in his side yard in broad daylight,
watching him stroke his beautiful dick in the window, feasting my eyes on
his incredible body. The sexiness of his body and the mixed thrill and fear
of what I was doing got me off fairly quickly, spraying my load on the
lawn.

He stopped stroking as soon as I had cum. "Lick it off your fingers."
Without a second thought, I did. "Don't forget, you still owe me one." And
with that, he stepped away from the window and the window closed.

I went out to the street, looking every which way to make sure there was no
one around who could have seen me. I couldn't believe I'd done such a crazy
thing, but knew I'd be back the next day, looking for more.