Date: Thu, 2 Jul 1998 19:41:14 EDT
From: nlerud@hotmail.com
Subject: Finally Having Jon

			    Finally Having Jon
				  by Nate

In some ways, I hated being one of Jon's best friends - he was so damn
attractive, and plus a total flirt - with girls and guys.  I'm naturally a
little shy, so I never quite had the guts to take his good natured flirting
any farther, except for in my bed at night, when I imagined Jon next to me,
and it was all I could do to keep from jumping buck naked into my car, and
driving over to his place where I would show up at his door and kneel down
and suck his salami-like dick for all I was worth.  I had only seen Jon in
the nude once before - I had been over at his house for a cast party for
our school's production of The Skin of Our Teeth, and he had invited me to
spend the night, as it was about 3 in the morning.  I readily agreed.  I
was a mere freshman, and Jon was an attractive junior who I was just
beginning to get to know.  He lived in a great house - his room was in the
basement, and he had almost the entire basement to himself.  A seperate
door and driveway lead up to his room, and on the other side of the house,
overlooking the city, was a hot tub that his family rarely used.  It was
secluded and dark - I imagined Jon and I slipping into the hot tub with
nothing on, and perhaps going further, but banished the thoughts from my
brain.  As a freshman I was still insecure with my homosexuality, and chose
to deal with it by ignoring it.  That night was the night I realized that I
was born with this hunger for the male body.  Just about everybody else had
gone, and Jon asked if I wanted to take a dip in his hot tub.  My eyes
glazed over as I thought of spending time with Jon with our shirts off, and
I readily agreed, but then realized that I had no swim suit with me, of
course.  I hoped desperately that he would suggest that I not wear one at
all, however he had an extra, and I went into the bathroom to put it on.

"Oh C'mon, don't be so modest!" he said, as I shut the door.  I was
frightened - I had an erection the size of the empire state building in my
pants, and I was afraid of his seing it and being shocked.  Apparently the
modest jab was a passing one, for he was quiet for a moment.  I emerged
from the bathroom, thankful that his swimsuit concealed my throbbing
member.

Jon had also changed into his yellow suit, and he ran out the door and into
the tub.  I followed, getting in more carefully, painfully aware of the
erect stick in my suit.  The warm water relesed my tight balls, and I was
able to relax a little.

"The suit fits you pretty well," Jon observed, and I wondered if there was
something more behind his comment, but quickly dismissed it.  I was
surprised at Jon's relitive quietness.  The man who always had something to
say, ususally suggestive, was strangely untalkitive.  Could it be that he
was as nervous around me as I was around him?  No...I dismissed the
thought.  Nothing happened, and I went to bed on Jon's couch with my
throbbing member still intact.

Flash forward a year.  My sophomore year was amazing.  The night at Jon's
had made it very clear to me that I was not going to get away from my lust
for guys...I wanted to feel a guy's naked body against min; to feel his
dick, his butt, his chest, and I wanted it bad.

It was the end of June, and I was heading up to school even though school
was officially out.  See, I'm in my school's Thespian Troupe, and we were
having initiations this afternoon, even though we'd been out of school for
about a week.  The theme was Hawaiian (we have this thing with dress up
themes; maybe it's because we're "theatre people" and love any excuse to
dress up.)  Unfourtunately, I had no Hawaiian garb, so Jon said he'd bring
me some stuff since he'd just been to Hawaii over spring break.  Let me
take this opportunity to add that Jon's trip to Hawaii had brought him back
looking like a bronzed god - his already spectacular body was now toasted
to a light brown, and if I drooled over his chest before, I was slobbering
now.

I met Jon in the drama room.  Only a few other people were there, most
sitting around and chatting, or changing into some sort of Hawaiian get-up.
Jon handed me my stuff with a mischevious grin - he had brought me a pretty
scanty bikini top, and a grass skirt.  I smiled at his interesting choice
of clothing.

"Yeah, I thought you would look good in this.  Plus," he added, with a sexy
lift of his eyebrows that made me wonder if he was joking or not, "I
thought you'd look good in it."

He motioned me to the bathroom that was down the hall.  "C'mon, I'll help
you on with it.  And you're going to have to help me on with mine."  Jon,
too, had brought similar garb.

Once in the bathroom, Jon revealed his last surprise.  From his pocket came
two pairs of brief-style swimwear.  One was a speedo, the other some other
brand name.  Except for a magazine, I had never seen a real suit of this
nature, and my face must have given me away.  Jon laughed.

"I figured we'd be real men, and wear these under the grass skirts," he
said with another mysterious grin.  "You're too modest; I figured it was
time somebody made you wear something revealing."  I looked up at him
again.  His mouth was shaped in the typical "Jon's practical joke" way, but
his eyes said something I couldnt' read very well - not a joke at all.
Then he said, quietly, "I bet you can pack it well."

My dick was up in a flash, as large as it had ever been.  Finally, my
opportunity to see Jon naked.  It was what I had dreamed about.  He was
already taking off his shirt, and noticed my lack of activity.

"C'mon, let's go!" he said impatiently.  Oh, that body!  I was ready to
throw myself to his feet, and beg him to fuck me.  To kiss that mouth would
be a fulfilment of my greatest dream.

But Jon had recovered from his moment of truth, and was back to joking.
"Strip it off, baby!" He said, urging me to take of my shirt.  I did.  I
couldn't see his reaction, if there was one.

"Are you sure about this?" I said uncertaintly, reluctant to drop my pants
and reveal my throbbing penis.  I fingered the speedo gingerly.  Like I
said, I'd never hardly seen one, much less worn one.

"Oh c'mon.  Nobody will see past the skirt.  Besides, you have nothing to
worry about.  You've got a hot body, you know."  This was no joke, I
decided.  Jon was telling the truth.  Besides, I really didn't have
anything to worry about, except for...what would his reaction be to my
throbbing dick?  Dare I hope?

"You're pretty good-looking yourself, you know." I said, almost to myself,
but loud enough so he could hear.  This stopped him as the was taking off
his shoe.

"Thanks," he said, and he meant it.  My breathing had quickened.  I knew I
was getting red on the back of my neck.  I was sure Jon could see my dick
though my jeans.

"Well then," he said quietly, "pants down."

Jon watched as I dropped my jeans, and stepped out of them.  I knew now
that my dick was in plain sight, through the thin fabric of my briefs.
Then, without taking his eyes off my body, Jon dropped his shorts.  He,
too, had a large shape sticking out from his boxers.  Our eyes met.

"I guess..." I began, then swollowed as my voice thretened to crack.  I was
as nervous as hell.

"Speedos, then?" Jon said, and reached for them.  Handing one to me, he
lightly brushed my pecs, and they stood at attention.

Slowly Jon pushed my briefs down...past my pubic hair, then letting the
head of my dick pop free.  Then down my shaft, past my balls, and down my
ass.  They fell to the ground, and I stepped out of them.

It was my turn.  I reached for the waistband to Jon's boxers, and pulled
them down, letting his dick come free.  I just about fell over, I was
shaking so hard.  His dick was as brown as the rest of him, with a head the
colour of redwood bark.  His balls and the area above his penis was dusted
with dark hair with trailed in between his legs, and down his calfs.  Jon's
boxers fell to the ground, and he made no move to put the speedo on.  I
didn't either.  We stood there for a full three minutes, drinking in each
other's naked bodies.

Finally Jon spoke.  "Ah, to hell with it." In an instant, his body was up
next to mine, his hands on my cheeks, his mouth on mine.  We kissed...his
breath mixing with mine.  My hands, suddenly idle, reached for the back of
his ass, and rested there.

We came up for air, I looked into Jon's eyes, half expecting to find that
joking look I'd come to know for so long.  It wasn't there - his eyes told
me that this is what he'd dreamed about for as long as I had, and that what
was happening between us was no joke.  My lips found his again, and our
hands began to touch where we'd never felt another man's hand before.

"Wait.."Jon said, his words slurred as our lips seperated.  I was worried
as he stepped away from me.  Did he still want me like I did him?  Jon
picked up the bikini, and said "turn around."

I did.  Jon's warm arms came around my chest, fastening the bikini over my
pecs.  One hand tied the strings and the other rested on my ass.  Then
Jon's fingers slowly began to circle my anus, stretching and pulling.  When
the other hand had finished with the bikini, it came down to brace my butt.
I felt Jon's fingers entering my anus, and I winced with pain.  But oh...it
felt so good.  I reached behind me, and grabbed his upper arms, half
wanting to stop him, and half pushing him in farther.

Jon spun me around, and snapped the bikini top.

"I'm going to work it off with my mouth," he said, as if to prepare me.  I
was instructed to lie on the floor, and Jon bent down over me, his eyes
meeting mine.  Then his mouth was on my chin, sucking and licking.  With
animal passion, Jon pulled and sucked the bikini top down past my pecs.
Then the took it in his teeth, and pulled it even further down, as his hand
reached to the small of my back, and untied it.  The bikini top finally
rested at the root of my dick, resting against my pubic hairs.  But Jon's
mouth didnt' stop, it kept going.  He lightly rested his teeth on the shaft
of my dick, and then swallowed it.  I moaned in lustful agony as he bore
his tounge into my slit, tasting my pre-cum.  My hands moved as far as I
good down onto his back, and up his neck.  He was lightly biting my dick,
and it felt so good.  Just as I was to cum, he came up off of my penis,
which was wet with his saliva.  I sat up, and kissed him, tasting my precum
in his mouth still.  My hands traveled up and down his god-like chest,
reaching behind him to his butt, then up and over his shoulders, into his
belly-button, around his waist, then up his ribcage, and into his armpits,
where I found he was sweating.  I wanted to drink in his sweat.  His hands
caressed my face and my hair.  Our dicks touched, and our pelvises moved in
a rhythm to incresed the contact.  My dick began to rub on Jon's, and our
precum mixed.  Our chests met, and began to rub as our penises did.  Jon's
hand reached down, and took both of our ball sacs in his hand, pressing
them together, willing them to pump out sweet cum.  It became a game - who
could push the other one over.  Jon won, and I was back on my back again,
his hands at my shoulders.  He grinned - not the joking grin that I knew,
but a new one that was at once lustful and passionate.  He lowered his dick
into my mouth, and sat with his legs surrounding my neck.  I willingly
sucked for all I was worth.  We moved in a continual rhythm - his pelvic
movement corresponding with my hands, which moved to his ass and began to
push.  His hands ran through my hair, and he began to grunt and groan.  I
was worried we would be heard, and I gave his penis a bite.  He yelped, and
began to thrust faster.  My sucking became rhythmic, and my tounge made a
continual circumphrance of his round shaft.  I imagined what his dick
looked like in my mouth, and began to suck harder, my dick's head just
barely under Jon's round butt that was sitting on my chest.

Jon swung his legs around, and bent over, so he was on top of me in a 69
position.  His mouth reached for my penis, and my pelvis moved to
compensate.  Soon his mouth was on my dick again, and we moved in quicker
rhythm, willing our penises to cooperate.

Jon came first.  I groaned as I sucked his cum for all I was worth.  Then I
came, and Jon did the same.  I let his penis out of my mouth, and licked
his anus which was in my face.  Jon appeared exhausted.  My dick was ready
to begin again.

"Wait," he said, out of breath as I began my tounge's assent into his butt.
"We have to get ready.  This'll have to wait until later."

He rose from my body, and kissed me, hard.  Our cum mixed with our saliva
and tounges, and Jon licked his cum from my mouth.  He helped me to a
sitting position, our mouths still locked, and then, finally and
reluctantly withdrew.

When I tried to rise, my knees buckled, and I fell again.  Jon laughed as
he wiped cum from his dick, and then offered me his hand.  I savoured the
moment to look up at that body that I had just fucked.  My eyes dialated in
lust.  Boyishly he brushe the hair out of his eyes, and helped me up to a
standing position.  There we locked eyes again, and he tenderly brushed my
stray hair back to where it should be.  A strange and frightening thing
happened to me - I fell in love.  His hand met mine, and he squeezed it.

"Afterward." he wispered.  I nodded.  Then he picked up the bikini top from
where it lay on the floor, and gently fastened it to my chest.  We pulled
on the speedos, taking ample time to admire each other's package.  The
sight of the penis and balls that I already knew so well grabbed tightly by
spandex fabric gave me a surge of lust that transfered itself to my penis,
which had begun to relax from its workout.  Jon noticed, and rested his
hand on my package, squeezing it firmly.  I helped him on with his bikini
top, kissing his back as I did so.  Then on came the grass skirts, and we
could hear other people beginning to arrive in the drama room down the
hall.

"Let's go," I said, but Jon stopped me, and, like men who have gone without
water or food for months, stopped to look at each other's bodies again.  He
shook his head.

"I want you so bad it hurts," he said, and tears sprung to my eyes as I
recognized the feeling that had consumed me for a year.  But finally, Jon
was mine.  He squeezed my dick, and we left the bathroom, thinking of the
time when we could next indulge in our lust for each other.



To be continued...

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