Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 15:29:51 -0800 From: Josh Jango Subject: Tom and Josh: Tom and Josh on Convention - part 1 Tom and Josh on Convention - part 1 Copyright (c)2011 Josh Jango I was in my last year in high school the first time another guy and I got each other off. This was back in the sixties. In high school back then you had to go out on a date with a girl once in a while, just to maintain your reputation, but for me it wasn't a thrill at all. I liked girls okay as friends, but the whole dating thing made me nervous. I would have rather gone out on a date with my best buddy, Tom. But in those days, feelings like that just weren't talked about. If I'd told anybody about it, my reputation would have been ruined. It would have been the biggest news of the month. "Josh is queer!" A few weeks later it'd be old news, but forever I'd be branded. Everyone, including Tom, would think I was queer. But I wasn't queer! Hell, I couldn't be. I didn't have any desire to be girlish at all, and no way was I about to have sex with some stranger, so I couldn't be a full-fledged queer. I figured I was some kind of hybrid or something. When I let myself think about it at all, I knew damn well I wanted to have some kind of sex with Tom, but most of the time just thinking about it was forbidden territory, best kept to myself. I wished somebody would come along and tell me otherwise, but until then I wasn't going to risk losing my best friend. I wasn't going to say even one word about it. Anyway, Tom had a girlfriend he was fucking at the time. Fran. It was just hopeless to even think about. Before he met Fran, sometimes he and I would jack off together. I used to hope it would go further somehow, but all of that stopped when he started dating girls. I hadn't touched his dick or felt his ass, not even once, and then it was too late. He found something better than jacking off, and it was girls. We both belonged to D.E., a national organization that was basically for students who were going to work in a trade after high school. Once a year, they had a national convention in Chicago. It was four nights at the Conrad Hilton, a fancy old downtown hotel near the lake. All six of the D.E. kids in my school, along with our advisors, went up there together on the train. Fran couldn't go. She wasn't in the D.E. program. It was a thirteen-hour trip, and when we got there everybody was so worn out we just called it a night and went to our hotel rooms. All of us were doubled up, two to a room; Tom and I had finagled getting one together. There was only one bed, but we'd slept together plenty of times before, so that didn't bother us. We even slept naked together -- hell, we'd seen each other nude so many times, it would have been stupid not to, considering we both liked to sleep in the raw. It was good that we got a room together because not only were we best friends, we had snuck a bottle of vodka up there with us, and sharing a room meant we'd be less likely to get caught drinking it. But we were too tired from the trip to drink any that first night. Tom showered first, and by the time I got out of the shower, he was laid out on the bed sound asleep. I was just as tired, really looking forward to getting some sleep, but as usual, as soon as I got into bed I was wide awake with zillions of thoughts flying through my head. It didn't help, either, when my cock got hard. Hard cocks don't just go away, especially when you're that young and horny. When you're a teenager, hard is the normal condition for a guy's dick. Maybe you only jack off two or three times a day, but your cock gets hard at least a hundred times a day. It always feels good when it does, but sometimes it's embarrassing or frustrating. I must have lain there for at least twenty minutes, staring at my eyelids. My cock stayed hard as a rock, no matter how much I tried to forget about it and go to sleep. Finally I gave up on sleeping until I could do something about my swollen nuts. I pushed the covers down off my body so I could watch as I ran my fingers over my skin. I like to tantalize myself when I jack off. I take my time, teasing my dick and my nipples and everything in between until my dick's leaking pre-cum and it's as hard as it can get. When I finally do start stroking my cock I do it with uneven strokes, stopping and starting again so the juices flow more and more but I don't shoot my load yet. That's what I was doing then, and it seemed like just what I needed. I was working my way toward a great orgasm. Tom was on his stomach and his side of the covers were pushed down below his waist, all the way to the crack of his ass. He was undoubtedly asleep. On an impulse I reached over and very carefully lifted the covers all the way off of him, so that now his whole naked body was uncovered. He really did have a good-looking body, and I guess that was the first time I could just stare at him - take my time and study every inch of his bare ass, legs, and back - without feeling self-conscious about it. Now, I had never done anything with another guy except jack off together. But I was so fucking horny right then, Tom probably could have talked me into doing just about anything, if he'd been awake and had a mind to. Pulling on my cock, which was as hard as it could get, and lying there, just inches away from another naked body, I was really in the randiest mood. I gently, briefly caressed Tom's sweet bubble butt to see if his skin was really as soft as it looked -- it was -- but I didn't want to wake him up, so I didn't linger there. I started stroking my cock again, and I finally started getting serious about it. I began moving my hand up and down the shaft of my cock in a steady rhythm, and even the bed started moving up and down a little, rocking to the beat. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan once in a while, because it felt so damned good to finally be getting my rocks off. Tom wouldn't hear me, since he was sound asleep. I was almost ready to shoot when I heard him moan. I stopped stroking for a minute and let the feeling subside again, while I turned onto my side and looked at him. Then I realized he was dreaming! His eyelids kind of fluttered a bit, and he mumbled something under his breath, but it didn't make any sense. He moved his bare butt around a little, as if he was dry-fucking the mattress or something. Then, completely exposed, he turned over flat on his back and let out with another sensual moan. Surprise! Tom's hard cock was sticking straight up in the air, as rigid as I'd ever seen it, all seven or eight hard inches waving back and forth to the pulse of his heartbeat. And he was leaking sex juice! No question about it, he was every bit as horny as I was, even in his sleep. When he let out another moan I half-expected to see his dick start shooting sperm everywhere, but it just kept moving back and forth, throbbing. I don't know, but it was almost as if I was hypnotized by that stiff prick of his as it throbbed back and forth. I stared at his cock for a minute or two, and when he moaned again, it sounded so much like a plea that I reached out and gently touched his dick with my fingertips. He instantly moaned again, louder this time, and I was scared that I'd woken him up. But I watched his face and he was still asleep. So then I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his dick. I'd always wanted to. I kind of freaked when he let out a sigh and started moving his hips up and down, moving his cock in and out of my hand! Needless to say, all this was getting me more turned on than I had thought possible. I was really freaked out because I hadn't expected him to move at all, and now he was fucking my fist! But there was no way I was going to take my hand away. I wanted to finish what I'd started, and besides, it was all just too good to do anything else. I'd wanted to do this for so long, I couldn't stop now. While I kept my hand around his dick, I carefully sat up and put my other hand around my own cock and started stroking myself again. We were both steadily leaking pre-cum juice now, and Tom was moaning louder, in rhythm with the movement of his hips. It was crazy and slippery and wild, and I was hot as a firecracker. He kept fucking my hand, and all of a sudden I felt the head of his cock get bigger and harder. He let out a long, loud moan and hot cum started spurting out of his dick into the air and all over both of us. I was close to coming anyway, and this sent me right into it. I groaned as my first shot of cum suddenly spat out and then my sperm was flying everywhere, too, spurt after spurt, both of us moaning ecstatically. What a pair of horny dudes. I know I shot enough cum to make up for a week of going without. And I don't know what Tom's excuse was, but I thought he would never stop; his dick just kept on launching wad after wad of cum into the air. Finally he did stop, of course. Both of us were covered with cum. He still seemed to be asleep, so I was careful not to wake him up. I put his cock down and gently pulled the covers up over both of us. I couldn't get over what a fantastic turn-on this had been. I licked cum from both of my hands, his cum from one and my own off the other, but the rest of it would just have to lie where it fell. I lay there for a long time, inches away from him, thinking about what had just happened. Hell, I wanted to do it again! But I guess I finally dropped off to sleep. That wasn't the end of it, of course -- we were there for four nights, so this was only the beginning. - Josh Copyright (c)2011 Josh Jango