Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 00:22:00 -0500 (EST) From: Dave Bryson Subject: D&D Got Me Laid I looked at the clock; it read 5 minutes past noon. I tuned in again, very briefly, to the sermon - the minister showed no sign of wrapping up yet. I shifted in the pew. Church was bad enough by itself, but fer crying out loud, keep it down to one hour, please! The ceiling fans spun, each at a slightly different speed. The churchgoers sat unmoving. Time seemed to stand still. The sermon meandered to an overdue end, the Prayers of Intercession plodded through a list of sins and woes, the Recessional stoked signs of life into the congregation and the last chords of the Benediction died off at 12:35 - a 95 minute marathon service that no one much appreciated. Finally we emerged, blinking, into the damp spring air outdoors. I stood on the sidewalk, stretching, waiting for my family, waiting to be taken home for lunch. My friend John walked over. Not only did John and I go to church together, but we were in Scouts together, including the same cabin at summer camp, and we were in the same class at school. I was in grade 8, John in grade 7, but it was a split class. We spent a lot of time together, good thing John was a cool guy. "Hey, Ian, do you want to come over this afternoon and play D&D?" John looked at me with a crooked head. John was a skinny, gangly guy, with round glasses, permanently messy straight dark brown hair, and an untucked shirt. That description sounds a bit like Harry Potter, which is about right. "Yeah, that would be pretty cool. Lemme go ask my Mom." My parents had no objections, provided that I phoned to be picked up before dinner, without overstaying my welcome. John lived only a block from the church, so we walked it quickly. John took me up to his room and showed me his new tropical fish. I can't remember the details about the fish, so I won't try to write them down. I had no interest in fish, but John was keen on them so I pretended to listen while he went on about them and looked around his small, messy room instead. John was still carrying on and I was still fascinated by his dirty underwear on the floor, (blue briefs, in case you were wondering), when his mother called up that lunch was ready. John and I ate our grilled cheese as quickly as we could decently manage, with a minimum of conversation, (his mother was stern and disapproving of pretty much everything), and headed back up to his room. John decided to get changed out of his church clothes and started stripping down. I had already ditched my jacket and now took off my tie. I can't for the life of me remember why were talking about him, but we were for some reason talking about Glenn, John's closest friend at school but a guy that I didn't like very much. I thought he was arrogant, which, looking back, might be why John liked him so much. But that's beside the point. John commented that Glenn had a bigger bush than I did. "What," I protested, "no way." "No it's true, it's huge," John insisted. "There's no way he could have more hair down there than me, I'm a year older than him," I was indignant at the idea that Glenn might be beating me at something. "No, he's definitely got more than you." "How do you know, anyway?" I went on the offensive. "I saw him when we were changing in his room to go swimming. His dick is massively hairy." "Okay, but how do you know that he's got more than me?" "I saw you all last summer at camp," which was true, because there's no privacy at all at camp and I'm not shy about nudity anyway. I'm not a nudist but nudity was no big deal to me since I'd always been a pool rat and used to getting naked in public change rooms. Camp had even less privacy, to the point where the outhouses were all two or three seaters. Most people waited turns rather than crap two at a time, but John and I had once taken a dump together. John, the last time I'd seen him naked, didn't have any hair at all. "So, I've got a lot more now than I did last summer. You wouldn't believe how much has grown." John shrugged his shoulders. "He's still got more than you." This argument was really starting to piss me off. "Want me to show you?" I asked. John got a funny look on his face, standing there in his tighty whities. "Okay, sure" he said, trying to be nonchalant, but I could tell he was excited. I undid my pants, pulled them and my own white briefs down to my knees, and lifted up my shirttail so he could get a good look. In the last eight months I'd grown a decent patch of curly brown pubic hair above my average sized circumcised dick, and some hair on my balls too. I had dark brown hair on my shins too but overall I wasn't a very hairy guy, (I'm still not). John looked fixedly at my dick with big saucer eyes, not saying anything. A minute passed. I could tell he was into it so I said, "Wanna feel it?" He didn't answer or move. "Go on, feel it," I encouraged him. He moved his arm just the tiniest bit and his eyes flicked up to gauge my reaction. "It's cool, touch it," I said quietly and took a half pace forward. This was definitely risky. The door was shut but I didn't like to think what would happen if we were ever caught. John's hand reached out and his fingers stroked my pubic hair. My dick had been hardening the whole time but now I swear it was the hardest it had ever been. I sucked in my breath involuntarily as his hand roamed over my cock and balls. John clearly had a boner too, but his dick hadn't grown as much as mine yet, as he was behind in the puberty department, but his interest in sexual things was clearly there. I slipped my hand beneath the elastic of his underwear and felt his own hairless dick. John was, like me, cut. I could feel him shaking with excitement. Suddenly, catching me completely off guard, John dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth. This blew me away. I had never messed around with anyone before and I was not prepared for how mind-blowing that first blow job is. My legs started to tremble so I sat down on the edge of his bed while John's hands and lips roamed over my dick and balls. I started breathing hard. John looked up at me, eyes wide and his face full of excitement. I grabbed him by the ears, bent down and kissed him. This was just amazing. I realized when I was about 11 that I was into guys, not girls, but I'd never been so full of lust. I pushed him to the floor on his back and climbed on top of him, still French kissing. I started humping him, purely out of instinct, grinding my dick into his. John lay there, completely submissive. I rolled over to sit beside him, leaning back on my hands. I pushed John's head down in my crotch - I wanted my dick sucked again. John went back to work on me, licking and sucking with gusto, but I think it was his first time too. After a bit, John stopped and looked up. "Do you want to fuck me?" John peeled his underwear down to his knees and pointed his ass towards me. I got on my knees behind him. John pulled out a bottle of baby oil from under his bed and squirted some in his crack. I pressed my erection between his butt cheeks, on fire with anticipation. It took some doing to get inside him - an inexperienced top combined with a tight, nervous virgin bottom - but eventually I jammed the tip of my dick in him. John was clearly in a lot of pain, but he made no noise. I continued to slowly press my way inside until I was all the way in. At that point, instinct took charge and I started fucking his hole. Luckily for John, I didn't last more than a few strokes before I unloaded inside him. My orgasm was mind-blowing. I pulled out and sat back to catch my breath. John reached behind to feel his sore, dripping asshole. He took some of the baby oil and cum mixture and sniffed it, then stuck his tongue in it, before licking it out of his hand. John crawled over to me with a triumphant look on his face and kissed me. We made out for a bit, then I decided fair was fair and bent over to suck him until he had his orgasm, a dry one. This was followed by more kissing. When the orgasmic glow wore off, we both realized how risky it had been and we got our clothes back on in a hurry. We settled down to play D&D but somehow our characters would try to get blowjobs from every imaginary elf they met, so it wasn't a very serious game. I don't think ever took D&D seriously again, in fact. John and I, however, continued to have sex for years after that, until we drifted apart.