Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 23:21:50 -0500
From: TANDA2000@compuserve.com
Subject: The Sleep Over

			      The Sleep Over
			 by Tanda  copyright 2001

	I was lucky enough to grow up with my best friend, Johnny, living
right next door to us.  We went through Jr. High School together, High
School, and then to the same college.  As kids we built tree houses
together, played army, went fishing, camping, skate boarding, all the
things boys love to do.  In High School we double dated and both went out
for the same soccer team, continuing our jock interest in soccer on into
College.
	Johnny was a little dude but tough as nails and many times we'd
wrestle and I'd always kick his ass but he put up a good fight.  And it was
all done in fun.  Just good old fashioned boy fun.  I was bigger than him
and he kind of looked up to me for my physical abilities and I looked up to
him for his brains.  A lot of times he would come over and help me with my
homework that was boggling my mind while Mom got us a pizza or some stuff
to munch on. Even when we started college, Johnny was always helping me
with my homework but now I was having to buy the pizza even though we both
still lived at home.
	Johnny only stood 5'4" in High School with blond hair so he wasn't
too hot with the girls like I was, but somehow I always talked the girl I
was with to get him a date too.  There was nothing wrong with the way
Johnny looked, in fact, he was a pretty good looking kid, just always
looked like a kid.  He only weighed in at 120 lbs. and was always teased by
the older boys that stood 5'10" like me and were a little more buffed.  But
none of that mattered to me because we were good buds and we did everything
together.
	Once when we were both 18, in our last year in High School, we both
jerked off together in our old tree house.  It was real hot and I remember
as we stood there with our jeans down around our ankles, he just kept
staring at my big rod as we jerked ourselves off.  We both came all over
the floor and busted up laughing when we were done.  We were guys and it
was okay as long as we didn't touch each other and kept the conversation on
girls.  And we never talked about it again.
	But many times, I'd notice Johnny looking at the other boys in the
shower room after practice and wondered about him, but always thought he
was just envious of the growth of their young bodies while his stayed
small.  In college, both of us now 19 and 20, he was still the small guy of
the campus.
	Sometimes when we'd spend the night over each other's house, we'd
talk late into the night and he would tell me how badly he felt about being
so small and wondered when he was going to grow.  I always tried to make
him feel better by reminding him that he did have a pretty big dick for
such a little guy and any girl would be happy to have that pipe in them.
He would always just grin and shove me and say, "Well, it ain't near as big
as yours."  And then we'd pull out the ruler and measure our dicks.  He
always liked doing that and I always liked showing off my dick so went
along with it.  In my senior year I was at a whopping 8 inches while Johnny
was a good 6 inches. But, like I told him, that was a damn good size for
how big he was.  I would teasingly call him "elephant dick" and that would
always embarrass him but it would make him feel better, I could tell.  And
then we'd finish off the measuring by jerking off.
	We were good friends and we stuck with each other through thick and
thin.  We would sneak over each other's houses many times and crash in each
other's bedrooms and our parents had long accepted it as a standing joke.
He was welcome in my home and I in his.
	I don't think he ever knew it, but one of my favorite things to do
when we slept over was that after he was asleep, I would casually throw my
arm over his stomach while he was asleep and, pretending to snore, I would
let my hand graze against his tight white jockey shorts.  It always turned
me on to let my fingertips get his dick hard.  If I noticed a break in his
breathing pattern, I would snore loudly and roll over as if I was sound
asleep just tossing and turning.  But after he would settle back into a
deep sleep, I would let my hand go back to work and usually I could get a
nice big wet spot on his white shorts which really got me so hot that I
would roll over and jack off.
	Johnny was a sound sleeper and a lot of times when he'd sleep on
his stomach I would let my hand innocently wander over to his sweet little
ass and caress it through his shorts as I pounded on my big 8 inch hard
dick.  Sometimes when I'd get real brave, I'd let my fingertips slip under
his shorts and my hand would caress his firm smooth butt as I jerked off.
I didn't understand why it turned me on so much but I loved that ass of
his.  It was a cute little bubble butt and in the shower I always saw that
he didn't have a hair on him.  Anywhere except around his little 6 inch
dick.  And that was a fine blond fuzz that matched the blond fuzz on his
legs.
	I had already started a few hairs on my chest and my lower abdomen
that matched the brown hair on my head and the little I had on my legs and
by our Freshman year in college, not much had changed on either of us
physically.
	One night when I was laying on my bed in my jockey shorts listening
to my headphones, Johnny came sneaking into my room all excited.  He was
wearing his jeans and t-shirt but in his back pocket he pulled out a pint
of whiskey that he had lifted from his old man's bar.
	"Wow, Johnny," I said.  "You're out of control, man."
	He just snickered and said, "Come on, man.  Let's get toasted."
	He pulled off the cap and took a swig of the brew as I laid there
watching him.  With his eyes watering, he excitedly handed it to me and
said, "Here, Dude.  Have some.  It's the best."
	Not wanting to be a downer, I put the bottle up to my lips while he
watched grinning.  I swallowed and felt the hot liquid go down my throat
and warm my belly.
	"Wow, that's the shit," I said.
	He laughed and took the bottle back from me downing more of it
before I knew what was even happening.  I watched and for some reason, I
found myself staring at the way his lips wrapped around the opening of the
bottle.  I felt the stirrings in my shorts but just thought I was catching
a buzz.  I was feeling the alcohol already and Johnny kept on drinking more
and more.  I was beginning to worry about him, but he was having a blast
and who am I to stop my buddy from partying?
	Suddenly, he snatched the headphones off of my head and asked, What
are you listening to, man?"
	I made a feeble attempt to grab them back but let him put them on
his head and he started mimicking a rock star.  I cracked up on the bed
while I watched my friend make a complete idiot of himself.  Then he
started to dance around the bedroom with the headphones on and, to my
surprise, he starts to seductively peel his t-shirt over his head like a
stripper.  I started cheering him on as he pulled the shirt up over his
chest, showing me his smooth defined hairless stomach and pecs, pretending
that he had tits and shaking them at me.  It was hilarious and I was
rolling on the bed in my shorts as I watched my buddy act like a female
stripper.  Man, I thought to myself, if the guys on campus could see my
buddy now!  He'd never live it down.
	But when he started to unbutton his jeans real slow as he swayed
his hips to the music, I got quiet and watched with interest.  He had his
eyes closed and was lost in the music in his ears as he unbuttoned his 501
buttons all the way down.  I was starting to get a hard on in my shorts as
he looked at me and licked his lips like the porn stars we'd seen on Dad's
videos and lowered his jeans down around his slim hips.
	I couldn't help it, but my dick throbbed in my shorts as he swayed
to the music with his jeans down around his smooth thighs and his jockey
shorts hugged his tight body invitingly.  He suddenly laughed and pointed
at my hard dick and said, "Dude!  You got a hard on!"
	Embarrassed, I said, "Knock it off, ya little freak.  Let's play
some cards."  And tried to cover my bulging crotch with my hand and sitting
up on the bed.
	He pulled the headphones off of his head and said, "Oh, alright."
Pulling his jeans up, he asked, "Whadda ya wanna play?"
	I grinned.  "Poker," I said, reaching for the cards.
	"Cool," he said as he crawled onto my bed.
	I started shuffling the cards and dealt them out on the bed between
us.  Looking at his hand, he asked, "What's your bet?"
	Looking at his smooth shoulders and chest, I replied, "Your jeans."
	"Hey!  That's not fair!  You don't have any jeans on!"
	"So what?  I'm not going to lose," I said confidently.
	"Yeah, right.  We'll see."
	I laid my hand down on the bed.  He said, "You asshole."
	Putting my hands behind my head, I just said, "Lose 'em."
	He stood up and pulled his tight jeans down over his hips again and
tossed them on the floor. I felt myself stirring to life once more.  I
liked this game. Maybe I'll try to get him naked.  Then I suddenly realized
I wanted to be naked.  I wanted him to stare at my dick.  I wanted to see
him hard.  I was horny and wanted to jerk off.  But this time I wanted HIM
to jerk me off.  We were grown up now.  Maybe now I could talk into jerking
me off.  Now all I had to do is win a few hands.
	As he sat there on my bed in his tight white jockey shorts and
white gym socks, my dick continued to grow in my shorts.  I lost that hand
and I told him the only thing I had to lose was my shorts.  Damn!  I stood
up and made a big show of pulling them off of my muscled slim hips, letting
my 8 inch boner bounce out like a hot sword.  He tried not to stare but I
could see the swelling in his own shorts.
	I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and tossed it at him.  "Hey, Dude.
Have another swallow."
	"Yeah, sure," he said nervously.
	I sat on the bed and held my dick in my hand as I watched his lips
wrap around that bottle again.  I squeezed my hard cock.
	"Your deal, schmeal," I said.
	He dealt.  He lost.
	"Drop the shorts, man," was all I said.
	He stood up and my hard dick throbbed in my hand as he pulled his
tight white jockey shorts over his hips and over his smooth round bubble
butt.
	He sat back down on the bed and he was so blasted, he didn't even
try to cover up his hard dick.
	My deal.  "Okay, Johnny.  If you lose this time, you gotta touch my
dick."
	"No way, man!  I ain't gonna grab your dick!"
	But I noticed his cock had bounced up in the air when he said it
and I could have sworn there was a little shiny drop of something on the
head of it.
	"You got to, man.  You gotta keep your word.  A deal's a deal.  I'd
do it to you if I lost."
	"You swear?"
	"Hell, yeah," I retorted.
	"You won't tell nobody?"
	"Johnny," I admonished.  "How long have you known me, man?  We're
Bros."
	"Well, I ain't lost yet!"
	"Yeah, but you're gonna.", I teased.
	He dealt the cards.  I lost.
	He cackled like an old witch.  "You lost!!", he yelled excitedly.
	"Shut up, man.  Keep your voice down.  You wanna wake everybody
up?"  I was pissed.
	He stood up next to the bed with is 6 inch boner practically in my
face.  He leaned close to me and whispered, "Touch it, loser."
	Taking a deep sigh, I reached out and wrapped my fist around his
young eager cock.  I felt it throb in my hand.  It was hard but the skin
was silky.  My own hard cock throbbed.  I squeezed his shaft and saw a drop
of pre-cum appear on the head of his dick.  He closed his eyes, moaned and
reached out to stabilize himself on the head board.
	Getting brave, I let my hand caress his smooth hairless balls.
Then I abruptly pushed him away and said, "Okay, man.  I did it.  You say
one word to anyone and I'll kick your ass."
	He giggled and got back on the bed, his hard cock waving in the
wind.  "I won't say nothing ever.  Whatever we do stays between us, man.
That's the way it's always been."
	"Yeah, I know," I replied.  I reached over and tousled his blond
hair.  He grinned back at me as I dealt another hand.  I was triumphant.
	"Okay, what do I gotta do?", he slurred, resigned to his fate.
	I thought for a minute.  He was getting polluted.  It was now or
never.
	"Okay, I got it.  What you gotta do is get on your knees in front
of me and hold me dick in your hand in front of your face."
	"No way, man.  That's weird.", he rejected the idea.  He was drunk
but not completely out of it.
	"Come on, Dude.  I won fair and square.  A bet's a bet."
	He slunk off the bed to his knees and I stood up in front of him.
I looked down and watched him take my big hard dick in his hand and hold
it.  It felt so good to have someone else touch my hard cock.  Ever since
we started college neither one of us had had time to go out with any
chicks.  Breathing rapidly, I said, "Okay, man.  Now hold it in front of
your face."
	"Like this?", he asked.
	I looked down and saw the big mushroomed head of my dick just an
inch from his lips.  At that moment I wanted more than anything to feel
those lips around my dickhead like I had seen them around that bottle.  In
a husky voice, I replied, "Yeah, like that, man. Hold it there for one
minute like that.  And no fair moving."
	He held my throbbing cock in his fist and I knew if I moved my hips
forward just an inch, my cock would touch his mouth.  His big blue eyes
were glued to the head of my dick and he started squeezing it while he
stared at it.  I couldn't help it, but I sort of leaned forward and watched
as the head of my dick swiped across his hot mouth, leaving a trace of
pre-cum.
	Like he was shocked by electricity, he pulled back and yelped,
"Hey!  That's gross, man."
	"Hey!", I countered.  "You broke your word.  You didn't keep the
deal.  Now you gotta lick it."
	"No way, man."
	I grabbed the top of his blond hair.  "I said, lick it, Johnny.  Or
I'll have to hurt you."
	He knew I could whip his butt so he just quietly sat on his knees
staring at my throbbing cock.  To my amazement, without a word, I watched
as those sweet lips parted and he stuck his pink tongue out and my dickhead
made contact with a hot tongue for the first time in my life.  It felt so
good.  I moaned and without thinking, I shoved my hips forward, still
holding onto his head and forced his lips open and shoved my hard cock in
his mouth.
	To my surprise, he didn't fight it.  He just sat there on his knees
and allowed my dick into his virgin hot mouth.  When I looked down, I
noticed his dick was hard as a rock between his parted thighs.  I took
advantage of the situation and started pulling in and out of his mouth.
For a minute, he let me do this, then he pulled off and said, "I don't
wanna play anymore.  I'm tired.  I wanna go to bed. We both got early
morning classes tomorrow."
	I joked.  "Okay, man.  You kept your word.  You paid you debt.
Let's get some sleep.  Want another drink?"
	"No, thanks, man.  I'm toasted.  I just wanna crash."
	He plopped down on the bed on his belly and all I could see was
that smooth little butt.  I stood by the bed slowly stroking my young
manhood.  He reached over to turn the light off and when he did, I noticed
that his young cock was still rock hard.
	"You gonna get into bed or what?", he asked.
	"Yeah," I said.
	In the dark, I crawled into bed next to him and laid there
listening to him breathing.  My dick was rock hard and I was horny.
	"Hey, Johnny," I whispered.  "Want a back rub?'
	"Naw, I'm alright."
	"Come on, man.  It'll be good for you and it'll feel great."
	"Oh, alright, if you want to."
	I rolled over on my side facing him in the dark and let my hand
start to wander over his young man smooth muscled back.  Since we had both
turned 18 a couple of years ago, Johnny's body had really started to
develop.  My dick was leaking like crazy. I let my hand go lower over his
smooth cheeks and down to his legs.  I didn't want him to get the wrong
idea, even though I would have loved to massage and rub his tight ass.
	But when I started running my hand lightly over his legs, I started
kneading the tight muscles in his calves.  As I could feel him relax, I
went higher and started doing the same to his thighs.  He just laid there
in the dark letting me do what I wanted.
	Getting up the nerve, I got up and straddled his slim body.  My
hard cock was standing up over his back as I started to massage his
shoulders.  I let my hands work their way down his back, massaging and
kneading the firm muscled skin.  As I scooted down to work on his lower
back, my hard cock started riding in his smooth crack.  I wanted so much to
stick it in his hot ass and I was leaking pre-cum which coated his smooth
crack.
	As my hands worked lower on his back, he parted his legs slightly
and my dick slipped between his legs.  His hard cock was grazing against
his tender young ball sack and the next thing I knew, he arched his hips up
and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything.  I was going to cum.
I could feel it, but before I did, I reluctantly crawled off of him and
flopped down on the bed next to him, frustrated.
	"How was that?", I asked.
	"That was great, thanks man."
	With both of us being so drunk, it wasn't long before I heard him
snoring.  Reaching over, I spread his legs wide and started running my
hands up and down his semi-hairy legs.  From his ankles to his ball
sack. He was so hot and when I reached under him, I found his dick rock
hard pressed against the sheets.
	Then my finger found his smooth hairless crack and started gliding
up and down.  When I felt the hot tight virgin hole, I let my finger play
against the virgin opening.  To my surprise, I found myself licking my
finger and nestling it back between his sweet cheeks.  I didn't know what
the hell I was doing, just following my instincts, I guess.  With a little
bit of pressure, I forced my finger into his tight virgin ass.  Getting no
response from him, I continued until I had my finger buried to the hilt in
his virgin ass.  He felt so hot and tight that I wanted to mount him and
fuck my best friend.  Right now.
	Instead, I contented myself with finger fucking his hot little ass
while I jerked off.  Then I got to thinking that it would be really hot to
jerk off on his butt and let my cum smear on his tight ass.  He was passed
out, he'd never know.
	I made my decision and crawled on top of him and started jerking my
hard dick over his tight buns.  Then I started sliding my hard shaft up and
down his smooth crack.  This was too hot and I was so turned on and he was
so asleep.  I was gonna cum.
	While sliding up and down his tight crack with my lubed hard dick,
one of my thrusts landed my probing dickhead right up against that virgin
hole.  I froze.  I could feel the blood pounding in the head of my dick and
the head on my shoulders.  I wanted to enter him.  I wanted to take him.
	I called out softly, "Johnny."
	No answer.
	Encouraged, I held my hard shaft in my hand and aimed it at his
tight opening.  I slowly, very carefully, eased my big dickhead into his
tight hole.  I would just put the head in that's all, I told myself.  He
wouldn't mind and probably wouldn't notice.
	As I gently applied pressure I was astonished to feel his virgin
asshole grab my hard cock and suck it in.  I held still and didn't move.
My hard cock throbbing just inside of his sweet, tight ass.  I was in him!
I was inside of my best friend's ass!  And it was great!  He was passed out
drunk and I was violating him, but it was great!
	Suddenly I wanted more.  My hungry cock started inching more inside
of his hot ass and he just laid there and took it.  Eventually, my entire 8
inch cock was buried inside of his tight virgin ass.  I laid on top of my
friend, breathing heavily with my cock buried inside of him, loving the
feeling of his hot smoothness enveloping me.
	With very small, slow strokes, I started slowly, very slowly
fucking him.  Ah, it was so fucking hot and so fucking sweet.  As I
continued my first fucking, Johnny took me by surprise by raising his hips
off of the bed, pushing more of himself onto me.  I was astounded!  But I
was young dumb college man and full of cum.
	I roughly grabbed him by the hips and started fucking my friend
with his face buried in his pillow.  He moaned and cried out but took it
all.  Soon, all too soon, I felt the cum boiling up from my swollen nut
sack and I started pounding into his tender ass with deep long strokes
while he quivered underneath me.
	Without warning, I felt the sudden burst of climax and came deep up
in my best friend's virgin ass.  I couldn't get enough.  I kept slamming
into him with each jet spurt that burst from my hard muscled body.  He
moaned even louder and bucked his hips against me, taking all I had to
give. That's when I realized that he had cum all over my sheets while I had
been fucking his ass.
	I gently pulled out of his sore, used ass and rolled over on my
back next to him.  We both lay there in the dark breathing heavily.  I
whispered, "Thanks, that was hot, Bro."
	He didn't say a word.  Just laid there in the dark on his stomach
still breathing heavily.
	Curious as to what had just happened between us and how come he
didn't cry about it, I asked, "You ever do this before, Johnny?"
	What he said next left my mind reeling.  One word.
	"Coach"


				THE BEGINNING