Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2021 23:47:15 +0000
From: Art <acgib1943@protonmail.com>
Subject: Loving Bryant C-1

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Loving Bryant C-1

	I thought Jerry would be my life partner, I really did. We were
high school seniors and he would soon celebrate his eighteenth birthday and
join me in adulthood. We had known each other since we were twelve. Even at
this age we enjoyed wrestling each other on the grass. I really liked when
I would sit on his chest and pin his arms over his head, I would lean in to
hold his arms and would smell his earthy scent. Of course, though I wanted
to do so, I never kissed him. I really, really wanted to do so now that he
was nearing adulthood.

	When we wrestled, I would let Jerry win and he would get me in the
same position as I got him. Only he released me almost as soon as he pinned
me. He did not feel the same way, I was sure.

	One day, Jerry and I were in my room wrestling on the floor.

	"Let's try something," I said.

	"What?"

	I undid my jeans and slid them off. I was in my boxers. Jerry did
not look at me. He looked as if he were unsure.

	Then I said, "Take yours off too. It will be easier to wrestle if
we are not wearing jeans."

	Jerry waited so long that I began to think he would not take off
his jeans. Then he undid the snap and slid them off.

	"Lay on top of me," I told him all pretense of wrestling discarded.

	His body was the same length as mine. He lay on me, his breath
heavy against my neck. I felt his cock harden. I knew he felt mine. We lay
together breathing hard. His face was close. I searched his face. He did
not look upset. He looked as if he were enjoying this.

	"Roll over on your side. I looked at my friend and put my thumbs in
my underpants and slid them down. In almost a whisper I said, "I am going
to take off my shirt too." I watched Jerry's face. He was staring at
me. Other than in the showers after gym, we never saw each other naked.

	"Roll back on me."

	I waited and Jerry did. I put my arms over his back and hugged
him. We lay like this for a time. I felt him shudder, his body tensing and
releasing. I wanted more.

	Take your underwear off.

	Jerry's uncertainty had evaporated. He moved to kneel between my
legs as he stripped naked. His eyes looked at my hard cock. His stood a
good six or seven inches straight out and bobbing.

	My intense feelings transferred to my cock. I knew it was leaking
and ready. I almost came as my best friend lay back on me. I felt his
smooth hairless body and his hard cock against mine. I began to rub my body
against Jerry. He did the same. We were holding each other tightly. I felt
his feet on mine. Our heads were next to each other.

	Jerry began to move faster. I matched his movements. In what seemed
like seconds we both stiffened. Jerry let out a moan. I put my lips on
Jerry's and kissed him. I felt I had gone to heaven feeling his soft lips
on mine. I tried to put my tongue between his lips but he kept them firmly
sealed.

	We were done. I had a rag that I used to wipe him. Jerry was quiet
as he dressed. He would not even look at me. I put my hand on his shoulder
in a friendly gesture. What we had done was still processing within me.
Jerry stood. I was still naked. He did not look at me.

	He faced the door. "See you tomorrow." He left without a backward
glance.

	I lay feeling his weight and fluids still on my body. I thought of
his feet rubbing mine. I thought of the kiss I gave him. I replayed it. My
lips on his. My tongue rubbing his lips. As I thought of what we did, I
began to stiffen. My hand went to my cock. I began to rub and soon my hips
were thrusting. I relived what Jerry and I did. I wanted him. I wanted us
to do more. I felt my cock stiffen and then I was shooting again with
Jerry's name in my brain.

	I needed him again. After dinner, I rode to Jerry's house. Even at
eighteen we both rode bicycles. Driver education, car insurance, and
maintenance made owning a car a luxury for two boys still delivering
newspapers.

	His dad answered my knock. "Jerry went to Dave's." Dave was another
friend. I rode to Dave's.

	His mom said he and Jerry had gone biking. I had no choice but to
return home.

	After dark, I called Jerry's house. He must be home. His dad said
he was staying at Dave's tonight. I was jealous. Jerry should stay with
me. I felt sad.

	The next morning I got up. I knew Jerry had a morning paper route.
I jumped on my bike and road to where he got his papers. He was there
folding them and stuffing them into the bag.

	I got off my bike and knelt down to help him.

	As we folded the papers, I asked if he wanted help with his route.

	"Naw, not this morning."

	"You want to hang out later?"

	"Naw Dave and I are going swimming."

	"I can meet you there. What time?"

	"I just want to go with Dave. Maybe meet a couple of other guys
there."

	Jerry got on his bike, balanced on it, and rode off. "See you," he
hollered.

	I watched him ride off feeling rejected. What had happened? My
stomach clenched. I felt empty, alone. A despondency along with anger begin
to build. Then the anger took over. Screw him. I felt like if he wanted to
be that way, he could take off. Our friendship was over. He did not want
me. I did not need to see him.

	I turned for home. I moped in my room looking at the bed we had
shared when he would sleep over. I pulled myself out of my funk but was
still angry. I decided to go to Mike's house. I had done some sex stuff
with him and his neighbor, John. We just fooled around. Got naked. Rubbed
off on each other. I felt they were only to be used for release.

	We were now all eighteen and I knew they were still doing stuff
with each other. They would be useful in helping me both get over Jerry and
teach him a lesson when he learned with whom I was doing things. I needed
to make him feel what I felt now.

	After lunch, I went to Mike's. I knocked on the door. He came to
the door in his underpants with no shirt.

	"Come in. John and I are in the attic."

	Mike led the way. I knew the layout of his attic. The ceiling was
just the roof rafters with cross studs, a floor, and a bunk bed made from 2
X 4s. The bed held memories of Mike introducing me to strip poker. Then we
forgot the poker part and just stripped.

	The attic felt warm even though a slight breeze blew as a result of
the gable windows open. John sprawled naked in a worn arm chair. His dark
brown hair curly hair around the base of his cock which was a hard six
inches as he stroked his sack in a lazy manner attracted me.

	John, like Mike and me, was eighteen. Mike had introduced him to
boy play the same way I had been introduced, strip poker. Now we just went
to the attic and stripped.

	Mike took off his underpants. He had the red hair and red pubes
with very fair white shin revealing Scandinavian ancestry. Mike enjoyed
this boy stuff and would try to get together with any boy who was up for
boy on boy action. I liked Mike and he was fun to fool around with. I did
not have feelings for him like I did for Jerry. But Jerry was not here and
Mike and John were and I felt a pressure building in my groin.

	I stripped completely knowing this was expected. Now I was naked
like my friends. My cock was instantly at its full seven inches. John left
his seat and grabbed one of the cross supports for the rafters. He lifted
himself and hung by his hands which made his slightly pudgy body look
sleek. Mike and I stepped close and began to stroke John's torso paying
attention to the area right above his pubic region. John raised his legs
bending them at the knees then moved the knees apart and closed them
squeezing his groin area. I knew he was working himself to a climax. I
rubbed his butt enjoying spreading his cheeks to get into his crack which
made him intensify his actions. He began to moan.

	Mike and I did not need to stroke his cock but we did rub his tip.
John had shown us he could make sperm just by hanging there and moving his
knees. I knew once he started moving like this, he would sperm quickly.
Mike and I were just adding to John's pleasure. I loved seeing his nude
body, glistening with sweat and becoming blotchy.

	John began to breathe heavily moaning more. I had seen him do this
before so I could tell he was almost there. I began rubbing the hair just
above the base of his cock. John's face was red as was some of his chest.
His movements quickened and his knees pressed tightly together. I saw his
cock jerk and sperm spurted in globs onto the floor.

	As John's sperm slowed to a drip, he released the beam. Mike and I
pulled him to us and guided him to the bed, laying him on his back.
Standing next to the bed, Mike and I embraced, our hard cocks pressed
together. Having just watched what John had done had made both of us way
out of control with desire. We held each other tightly and thrust. I knew
Mike liked laying together rather than standing. I told John to slide over
and Mike and I lay next to him. I felt John's skin on mine. I guided Mike
on top of me.

	Mike was totally turned on and riding my chest hard, sliding across
it with ever increasing pressure. I raised my head and could see his tip
just below my chin. His grunts told me he was close. I watched and saw a
drip of fluid emerge followed immediately by white spurts, one of which
landed on my mouth.

	I licked at it tasting his sperm. Mike kept spurting, coating my
chest and chin. When he neared the finish, he collapsed with his cheek
resting on mine. After a time he pulled back to survey my face. His finger
rubbed his sperm and, when coated, put it in his mouth. He did that again
and offered me some. Having already had my first taste, I sucked his
finger.

	Doing this made my entire body want to gain release. I moaned and
told Mike to turn over. I began to rub my cock against him like he had done
to me. Faster and harder I rubbed until I felt the familiar tingle
signaling my release. I moved closer to Mike's face. My tip was using his
chin for increasing my pleasure. My sperm shot out in the strongest blast I
ever experienced. I was rubbing my cock on his cheek. Mike grabbed it,
turned his head, and took my tip into his mouth, and sucked. I loved it.

	When I finally relaxed and Mike released me, he did what he never
had done before. He kissed me and not just a quick peck. He opened his
mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tasted my sperm on his tongue and
I sucked it with a desire I had never experienced. We continued until we
were getting aroused again. Before we could go farther, John interrupted.

	"Hey. You guys forget me?"

	Mike and I broke apart turning to John. His cock was now hard and
he was stroking it. Mike slid down my body still retaining contact. He
engulfed John's cock with his mouth and sucked. His left hand rubbed John's
pubic hair. His right hand stroked my cock.

	Mike kept this up without stopping, moaning around John's cock.
John was now thrusting his hips and moaning. Our faces were close together.
I saw his lips near mine. We had never kissed before but John's eyes were
so filled with lust and need that I moved to put my lips on his. At that
moment, it was like a dam burst. I never knew someone could be so out of
control as John alternately licked and sucked my tongue. I knew the moment
he spermed for he gave a groan and pushed his tongue as deep as he could
into my mouth.

	I saw Mike lick the last of John's juice off his cock and without
hesitating took mine deep inside his mouth. Mike was slurping me beyond
anything I had before experienced. Mike was taking my tip into his throat
and humming. I held Mike's red hair and pushed as far as I could into his
throat. I felt my sperms shoot and I let out a shout shuddering while Mike
sucked me as like never before. My legs were shaking, heck, my entire body
was shaking.

	I returned to my senses. Mike six inch cock was still hard. I
looked at John. He shrugged. I engulfed Mike's cock with my mouth sucking
enthusiastically hoping to give him the pleasure he gave me. Before I could
swallow him, after only two hard sucks, Mike's body tensed and I felt his
juice in my mouth. I swallowed, loving his taste. I experienced a great
desire to continue my assault on his cock until Mike pushed me away
claiming it tickled.

	We were three worn out yet happy teens laying together in a tangle
of limbs. I felt completely drained.

	"Man," Mike said. "That was fun."

	John and I agreed. "Can we do this again tomorrow," John asked?

	This was different from Jerry's reaction. I wished he had wanted to
do more instead of deserting me. Mike and John wanted more. I knew I did. I
had done more today than I had ever done sexually. The best part was no one
felt guilty or wanted to rush off. I liked Mike, John too. I certainly
liked our fooling around and was ready for more with my two friends.

	"I need to get going," I said.

	"Me too." John said.

	"Tomorrow?" Mike asked.

	"For sure," both John and I said.

	The three of us dressed. We smelled like boy juice. Mike looked in
a loving mood. Just before John and I left, he pulled each of us into a hug
and kissed us.

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